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Turtle Love

  • Posted on May 19, 2010 at 7:58 am

Turtles have always fascinated me.  I became an avid collector of all things turtle at a very young age.  As a little girl, I noticed turtles everywhere.  Growing up in a rural Georgia home, I would often find a small turtle in the middle of the road or at the edge of the woods.  I would bring it home and put it in a box and feed it and love it, until my mother would tell me it was time to set it free. My friends and family couldn’t help but be aware of my love for turtles.  My best friend’s mom once made me a snuggly blue turtle pillow that I slept with for years.  I named him Elton…after Elton John…enough said.  I received a turtle cookie jar as a gift when I was eighteen; it sits on a shelf in my bedroom today.  My brother gave me a very large stuffed turtle one year for my birthday.  He bought it at one of those road side stands that sell the velvet Elvis paintings.  Her name was Myrtle.  She had a big smile, long eyelashes, an orange belly and a lavender body with purple flowers on her shell. She was the perfect centerpiece for my bed.  She eventually sustained a broken neck as a result of my many tearful teenage hugs. My daughter has her now and she resides in an attic.  I am certain she still wears that big smile, even with her broken neck. I continued to collect turtles until I was in my mid twenties. I guess at that time I was just so busy with life that, even though I didn’t lose my love for them,  I did lose my passion for collecting them. So, one day, I put my turtles in a box, closed the lid and packed them away.  I have no idea where they are now.

Sometime early last year, while rummaging thru my old hope chest, I came across a small box.  Inside were three turtle pendants. They had been hiding there since I was a teenager.  They were saved from being packed away with all the other turtles. Holding those pendants in my hand, I could feel my love for turtles rising up within me.  I was being reminded of why these magnificent creatures have always fascinated me so.  Turtles have appeared to me many times since I re-discovered those keepsakes.  For the first time in years, I have noticed them along side the road or crossing in front of my vehicle.  I have even seen desert tortoises for sale at flea markets.  Last summer, I came across a baby sea turtle on a beach in Florida. The little one had perished before it could make its way to the water.  My friend and I placed it in a large sea shell, said a prayer and gave it to back to the ocean. Recently, I looked up from my computer and there was a large beautiful sea turtle on the television.  It was a documentary on the travels of the Loggerhead.  Just last week, I bought the first turtle pendant of my new collection. It now hangs from the rearview mirror in my truck along side my wooden peace sign. It seems so natural for them to be hanging there together. I feel joy when I look at them. 

A few months ago, I moved to southern California and I was very pleased to learn that a box turtle named Speedy, lives amongst the trees and bushes in our backyard.  In the past, he has proven to be very illusive, having been seen only twice in the two years prior to my arrival.  Last month, I was blessed with meeting Speedy for the first time.  He emerged from his hiding place early one morning and slowly made his way around the backyard, stopping to munch on a myriad of leaves and berries.  I watched him do this for several days before he went back into hiding.  He has appeared at least once a week since our first meeting.  He seems to be losing a bit of his illusiveness, though he is still quick to withdraw into his shell if I get too close. 

It is my belief that everything happens for a reason.  There was a reason that I was so drawn to turtles as a child and there is a reason that turtles have come back into my life.  I realize now that the Turtle is a Life Long Spirit Totem for me.  I do have other Spirit Totems.  The Crow/Raven and the Hawk are the most prevalent. But it is the turtle that has been with me for the longest time.  The turtle is the oldest known symbol for earth; the keeper of doors. It teaches us to be well grounded and to honor the creative source within us. I feel that the following excerpt from the book Animal-Speak by Ted Andrews applies to me and my life long connection to the Turtle.

If you are drawn to turtles in your life, it is time to get connected to your most primal essence. Go within your shell and come out when your ideas are ready to be expressed. It is time to recognize that there is abundance out there for you. It doesn’t have to be gotten quickly and immediately. Take your time and let the natural flow work for you; too much, too soon can upset the balance. Turtle reminds us that all we need for all that we do is available to us, if we approach it in the right manner and time.”

“Turtles remind us that the way to heaven is through the earth. In Mother Earth is all that we need. She will care for us, protect us, and nurture us, as long as we do the same for her. For that to happen, we must slow down and heighten our sensibilities. We must see our connection to all things. Just as the turtle cannot separate itself from its shell, neither can we separate ourselves from the Earth.

With all that being said, I believe that my love and my passion for turtles exist because I can relate to them so well.  So much of who I AM and who I have always been is reflected in the turtle. Just like a turtle, I have always had the tendency to withdraw into my shell when I was afraid or when I needed to escape from the world around me.  As a child, I was often confused and afraid.  But in my shell, life was easier.  From the safety of that shell I could peek out whenever I wanted and then retreat back into my hiding place at the first sign of trouble.  Throughout my life, I have spent a lot of time in that shell, learning and growing and waiting.   But the time has come for me to leave my hiding place.  It is time for me to “stick my neck” out and BE who I AM.  It is time to speak my own truth.  I now know that I can do that without fear, without confusion and without pain.  Just like Speedy, it is time for me to fully emerge from my shell and truly enjoy Mother Earth’s backyard.  

~D~ 

Photo:  Speedy ~ The Turtle that shares our Backyard ~ April 2010
Copyright 2010 – Denise Gilreath ©

no more night

  • Posted on April 30, 2010 at 1:13 pm

no more night

all alone
darkest night
tears falling
mind racing
heart pounding
deep pain
clear confusion

many voices
familiar
unfamiliar
calling me
rest now
sleep swallowed
eyes closed

slipping away
holding on
goodbye
letting go
crying out
rescue me
don’t

angel faces
everywhere
shining light
take my hand
hold me tight
breathe for me
don’t let go

waking up
being loved
feeling love
never alone
no more night
I AM alive
I AM LOVE

~D~

Photo:  Point Mugu, CA ~ April 2010
Copyright 2010 – Denise Gilreath ©

For Such a Time as This

  • Posted on December 27, 2009 at 9:11 pm

As the year 2009 comes to an end, it takes with it another decade. For me, it has been a decade of preparation, separation and illumination. I have always been a “seeker”, but I did not begin to actively seek MY truth until 1999. My life began to change immediately upon doing so. My career as a business executive abruptly ended, my daughter left home to attend college and my marriage began to fall apart. I also felt strongly that I should leave the organized church. Though I still held to the core Christian beliefs, I found the spirit of religion to be very stifling.

Much more happened in the years that followed, including the passing of my mother and the end of my 22 year marriage. Relationships with friends and family either ended or became strained. My life long dream of owning my own business was both realized and lost. However, during this time, I also experienced some of the most amazing miracles; miracles straight from the heart and hand of God. It was those miracles that kept me going. It was those miracles that made me believe I was on the right track. It was those miracles that eventually lead me to my truth.

197_9737 I Believe..This past year has been about letting go; letting go of everything and everyone that was keeping me from being who I really am. It has not been an easy thing for me to do. I held on tight to a lot of expectations, relationships and “safety nets” because they provided a type of comfort. But for me, it’s not about comfort…it never has been. It’s about following my heart…and my heart said “It’s time to let go.” I have felt the “sting” of all the letting go very strongly these past few days. My mind has wanted to take me back and each time my heart has pulled me forward. Following my heart hasn’t always been easy…but I have always known that it would not lead me astray.

And so, I sit here in my aloneness…which I have come to realize is actually an al-one-ness…and I wait with much excitement and anticipation for the new year to begin. The slate has been wiped clean for me…I have only my faith in the truth that I have found. I feel strongly that 2010 is the beginning of a new chapter in my life; a chapter of Love, Light and Life. I truly believe that I was born “for such a time as this.”

~D~

Photo: Sunrise ~ Palm Coast, FL ~ August 2009
Copyright 2009 – Denise Gilreath ©

Our Little Christmas Tree

  • Posted on December 18, 2009 at 12:52 pm

It was December 1977.  My father had passed away in July of that year.  I was fifteen years old.  My sister was two years younger.   My twenty-two year old brother had taken on the role of “man of the house” and worked to help support our family.  My mother was severely depressed and stayed in bed most of the time.  Being raised in a southern Christian home, celebrating Christmas was something we did every year.  Though we were not “well off” by any stretch of the imagination, we did always manage to have a blessed Christmas.  There were never many gifts under the tree, but there was a lot of love shared. 

This particular Christmas was proving to be different, however.  There was no joy in our home.  It was a struggle for all of us to just make it thru the day.  Though we did love one another dearly, we seemed to all be in our own little world of self-preservation.  Each of us was dealing with the tragedy that had befallen our family in our own way.  The pain we were experiencing was not something we talked about much at all. 

I remember one day, just before Christmas, I went to my mother’s room and climbed into bed with her.  I asked when we were going to decorate and put up the tree.  She responded by saying that there would be no tree this year.  She just could not find it within herself to celebrate…anything. Tears began to stream down my face as I once again was reminded how our lives had changed. I don’t know how long I lay there next to my mother, but I do know that not another word was spoken during that time…only silent tears from both of us. 

At some point during the next few days, I got an idea.  Even though it really didn’t feel like Christmas…I did want a tree.  I knew there would be no gifts to put under it, but I still wanted to decorate.  When I think about it now, I guess I was looking for that lost joy…for that feeling of love that always came with that time of year.  I went to the garage, got my father’s old hand saw, convinced my sister to go with me and we headed for the woods.   We didn’t have to go far.  The woods around us were full of cedar trees.  We found one that we thought we could manage and before long we were dragging our Christmas tree out of the woods and up the street to our house.

When we finally managed to get the tree into the living room, we realized that it wasn’t as big as it had seemed in the woods.  It might actually have been the smallest tree we had ever had…but at least we were going to have a tree.  My brother helped us put the tree in the stand and made certain that it was safely secured and standing straight.  Then my sister and I went to the closets and gathered all the lights and decorations.  We worked for hours.  We even came up with a few “homemade” gifts to wrap and place under the tree.  When we were finished…it looked like Christmas.

I can’t remember everything about that Christmas morning.  I don’t know which of us kids got up first.  I can’t remember opening any of the gifts.  But what I do remember is that at some point during that morning, my mother got out of bed and came into the living room with us.  She sat down and looked around at the lights and the decorations.  She looked at our little tree and the gifts underneath… and then she smiled.  She told us how beautiful everything looked.  As I write this, I can once again feel the joy and love that I felt at that moment.

There have been many Christmas mornings to celebrate since that time.  I have experienced the joy of seeing my own child’s eyes filled with the excitement of the season.  I have felt the love that is Christmas many times as well.  This year, I will even have the privilege of watching my grandson as he experiences his first Christmas.  But, in my heart, none of these can compare to the love and joy that I felt as my family sat around our little tree on that Christmas morning all those many years ago.

~D~

Copyright 2009 – Denise Gilreath ©

One Little Decision

  • Posted on December 14, 2009 at 7:00 pm

I have been lying awake for what seems like hours…it is now early morning.  Thoughts of the past few months have been running rampant in my mind, keeping me from my sleep.  What a difference one little decision can make!  In mid August, after many, many years of emotional struggle and pain; I decided enough is enough.  I decided that I was going to be happy…period!  It was as simple as that!  It was MY choice.  No one else could do it for me.  It was up to ME.  My mind was made up. No one was going to bring me down.  No circumstance was going to change my mind. 

I will admit that it was very difficult at first.  I had lost my job as an office manager in June and had not been successful in finding work of any kind.  Relationships with friends and family were strained for various reasons.  Old patterns of thought and behaviors do not change easily.  But I was determined.   I began by submerging myself in positive thinking.  I found pages and pages of positive thinking quotations and I read them every morning – sometimes again during the day and even at night before falling asleep. I refused to think negative thoughts or be caught up in negative situations.  I read and re-read the book “The Secret” and anything else I could find online about the Law of Attraction.  The concept seems so basic now, but at that time…just a few months ago…it was such a timely revelation for me.  I set up an account with twitter and began “tweeting” positive quotes en masse everyday – with a very positive reception, I might add.  I soon found that the world was full of people who were just as hungry as I was for positive change in their lives.  My thinking at this point was two fold. Not only was tweeting a positive reinforcement for me, but I believed that anything positive I sent out would come back to me in some way. Soon, I began tweeting some of my own positive sayings or “snippets” as I have come to call them.  This is when I knew something was happening.  My thought patterns were changing and I began to believe things could be different.  

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Within weeks of my “one little decision”, a new way of life began to manifest for me.  The “heaviness” to which I had grown so accustomed over the years was beginning to lift.  I actually felt lighter physically.  My thinking was much clearer.  I felt happy!  For the first time I could remember, I honestly felt happy…from the inside out!   Then, blessings started to flow.  I was presented with several opportunities to travel with friends and spend weeks at my favorite place…the beach.  During this time, I began to look at the world thru different eyes.  Everything and Everyone was surrounded by sunshine…even me!   I remember sitting on the beach early one morning, waiting for the sun to rise.  The sky was full of clouds.  The tide was making its way in, but still revealed the many rocks that lined the shore.  The beach held footprints from me and a few others who had just that morning made their impression in the sand.  As I sat there and watched the sun rise over the ocean, it was as if it rose within me.  As the sun broke thru the clouds in the sky above me, I could feel it somehow break thru the clouds within me.  As the tide rose, it covered the rocks at the shoreline and I could see all the stumbling blocks in my path being swept away.  Then I watched as each wave of the ocean washed away a few more footprints in the sand leaving a welcome mat for fresh new impressions. I had just experienced the dawn of a new day…both in the world and within myself.  The sun and the ocean and the sand spoke to me that day.  It was calling me home and I was beginning to understand.  

Many wonderful things have happened since that day at the beach. I have shared much recently and I am certain that I will share more in the near future. I feel that sharing my experiences, both past and present, is what I AM to do at this point in my life.  In doing so I hope to somehow make fresh new impressions on the hearts of those who have decided that they too are ready for change; that enough is enough.  Oh, what a big difference “one little decision” truly can make.

Much Love and Many Blessings to each of you!  

~D~

Photo: Watching the Perfect Sunrise,
Palm Coast, FL ~ August 2009
Copyright 2009 – Denise Gilreath ©

My Candle

  • Posted on November 29, 2009 at 4:56 pm

I’ve always held my candle close,
afraid it would not shine
like those around me thought it should.
But still it burned inside.

My candle’s light was hidden by
the pain that I went thru.
The dark of night fell hard and cruel.
But still it burned inside.

I couldn’t feel my candle’s warmth
when fear’s cold wind would blow.
Many times I thought its flame was lost.
But still it burned inside.

Then one day my candle called to me
and said that it was time
to open up and shine the light
that had always burned inside.

My candle said it mattered not
what others thought I should be.
Go light the world in your own way
with the flame that burns inside.

I knew my candle’s words were true
But my wounds were deep and raw.
How could I shine when I could not feel
the flame that burned inside?

My candle heard my thoughts and said
I’m healing those wounds for you.
Soon there’ll be nothing to hold you back
from sharing the flame inside.

I could feel the light from my candle grow
as it made its way thru me.
My wounds were turned into scars of gold
by the flame that burned inside.

I no longer hold my candle close.
I share it with the world.
Who I AM and the pain I’ve felt
is what fuels the flame inside.

~D~

Copyright 2009 – Denise Gilreath ©

A Place in the Cove

  • Posted on November 15, 2009 at 10:23 am

This is a poem that I wrote a few years ago, not long after my time in ”The Mountain Cove”.  I would like to post it here as a public thank you to those in my life for whom I have written it.  You know who you are.  I hope that in some small way this will show you the gratitude that I feel for all that you have done for me.  And for everyone else, may God bless you with a place like this to call home should you ever need it.
 

A Place in the Cove

There’s a place I know down in the Cove

Some call it K-town, I’ve called it home.

At times there’s no place I would rather be.

 

The sky is clear and the moon shines bright.

You can count the stars most every night.

And in the distance you might hear a coyote sing.

 

There’s an old black dog that welcomes you;

two little ones might greet you too.

A Home Sweet Home sign hangs above the door.

 

A margarita or an ice cold beer;

“Five o’clock comes ’round more often here.”

Those words are always followed with a wink.

 

There’s a fuzzy blanket on the chair.

And there’s always lots of love to share,

a home cooked meal and place to lay your head.

 

The people there are family.

And each one means the world to me.

God blessed me when he put them in my life.

 

There was a time I thought I’d never see

this gift that my God gave to me

when I had no other place that I could go.

 

I brought my troubles and my fears.

I cried a river full of tears.

At times I thought that I would rather die.

 

But the love they shared, it lifted me

out of all the pain and misery.

It healed my heart; now I’m on my own again.

 

So no matter how far away I go

I’ll remember that place down in the Cove

and the people there who mean so much to me.

 

Because the love they gave; it saved my life.

May God bless them for their sacrifice.

And keep them safe ’till I can go back there again.

 

I love you guys!

~D~

Copyright 2009 – Denise Gilreath ©

The Mountain Cove

  • Posted on November 13, 2009 at 11:59 pm

The rest that I find here in this cove is such a welcome change to the strain of recent events.  The peacefulness of this place is like none I have ever experienced.  I feel the healing warmth of the sun as it is filtered thru the leaves of the tree above me.  I can hear the hypnotic sounds of  flowing water near by.  The songbird is still singing.  It is a nice compliment to the sounds of the stream.  I open my eyes and see a beautiful clear blue sky.  There is no more fog.  I sit up and look around me.  The grass here is so very green.  There are wild flowers scattered about.  Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of a butterfly as it kisses one of the flowers.  I think of my little dancing bloom and wonder where it might be.  I imagine it fluttering over a field of flowers somewhere;  dipping down to gracefully kiss each bloom as only a butterfly can do.  I become lost in the beauty of my thoughts until I am suddenly brought back to reality by a loud rumble somewhere in the trees behind me.  Startled, I instinctively huddle close to the base of the shade tree.  What could be making such a noise?  It seems so out of place here in this peaceful cove.

I am afraid to look into the woods behind me.  I feel the earth shake as the rumbling continues.  Fear rises up from deep within.  Without warning, something crashes into the shade tree and with a very hard jolt I am thrown into the air.  In an instant I find myself face down on the ground several feet from where I was hiding.  Shaking, in pain and very frightened, I slowly raise my head.  There beside me are several large rocks.  I look toward the woods and see fallen trees and rocks everywhere.  The avalanche has cut a deep path from the side of the mountain straight thru the woods to the middle of the cove.  I lie motionless for what seems like an eternity as I try to absorb all that has just happened.  What caused the mountain to turn loose of the rocks so suddenly?  I feel as though the whole world has come crashing down on my beautiful cove.  Sadness begins to rise and replaces the fear I felt earlier.  A flood of tears is not far behind.  Night is beginning to fall and with it comes a darkness that is all too familiar.  I curl up on the ground in a fetal position.  I thought I had left the darkness behind.  It doesn’t belong here in my safe place.  Tears begin to roll down my cheeks.  I close my eyes and with everything within me, I wish the darkness away. 

The morning falls gently on the cove and I slowly begin to stir.  I feel the sun shining warmly on my face as it dries the last of the tears from the night before.  I remember the darkness and I am surprised that it left me so quickly.  There is pain as  I attempt to stand,  but it isn’t has bad as I thought it would be.  I rise to my feet and look toward the mountain.  The scars left behind by the avalanche are such a contrast to the beauty of the cove.  I don’t understand why it had to happen, but I am so grateful that I made it thru safely.  I turn and make my way over to the stream.  It seems totally undisturbed by the upheaval that has taken place.  I watch as the water glistens in the sunlight.  A soft breeze begins to blow.  The peace that I felt when I first saw the cove is returning.  This has truly been a healing place for me.  I am much stronger now.  I know that I must move on.  I hesitate to leave this amazing place because I feel so at home here.  But it is time.  I take one last look around and with a sigh, I begin to walk.

~ D ~

Copyright 2009 – Denise Gilreath ©

The Dancing Bloom

  • Posted on November 3, 2009 at 1:21 pm

As I  blindly move forward  into the fog that still hangs in the chasm, I am quickly reminded of the condition of my body.  I was severely beaten and battered by the fierceness of the storm, the power of the darkness and the force of the river.  I know that it will take a long time for me to heal.  At this point, I wonder if I will ever completely heal.  I think back to my time in the desert.  It was a long, hard and very dry walk.  But as difficult and painful as it was, it never caused the kind of pain that I have recently experienced.  I play over and over in my mind scenes from the events that have taken place since first entering the field of flowers.  I remember the joy of finding my first flower and the pain and sadness of losing it.  How could I fly so high and then fall so far?  Deep down I know that it wasn’t just because I lost the flower.  Why couldn’t I see this before?  It is so clear to me now.  The loss I suffered in the field ripped open many wounds from the desert that had not yet healed.  That’s why the pain was so deep.  That’s why the fall was so devastating.  Just as this new found awareness is sinking in, my thoughts come back to my present circumstance.  The fog is slowly beginning to clear.  It hangs mostly in thick patches now;  a very welcome reprieve for my eyes which are constantly trying to focus.

The light is gradually becoming brighter. I stop walking and turn my face toward it.  I close my eyes and drink in the warmth as it gently caresses my entire body.  I  become lost in the rays of light and feel as though I could stand there forever.  I am startled as something brushes up against my cheek.  When I open my eyes, I find a lovely purple swallowtail butterfly resting on my right shoulder.  I am mesmerized by its grace and beauty.  Suddenly, without warning, it takes to the sky.  I watch as it flutters around me.  I am reminded of the rainbow of freedom I saw in the field of flowers.  This butterfly is like a little dancing bloom.  It continues to dance around me for a short time  and then it flies away.  My heart sinks.  The first hint of joy I have felt in a long time just flew away.  My eyes begin to sting and just as the first tear falls, I feel something on my shoulder. It’s back!  In an instant it flies off again but doesn’t go very far before it returns.  It wants me to follow and  I gladly do so. Where is it taking me?  I don’t even care.  I follow closely as it leads me thru the winding chasm. 

The fog is almost gone now.  I notice that the rock walls have become much steeper and  the terrain is beginning to change.  There are  many more trees and shrubs in this part of the chasm.  Memories of the tree under which I took shelter during the storm flash thru my mind.  I become lost in thought.  I don’t want to think about it.  But how can I not think about it?  Just as a battle begins to rage in my mind,  I feel a familiar brush up against my cheek.  The butterfly is once again trying to get my attention.  I watch as the little purple bloom dances around for a moment.  Then…I see it.  It is a most welcome sight.  Directly in front of me is a breathtakingly beautiful green cove.  There are trees and flowers and a running stream.  I look up and realize that I am standing at the base of a mountain.  I look around me and find that I am surrounded by mountains;  big, beautiful majestic mountains.  My gaze is interrupted by a songbird as he takes his place in a nearby tree. I listen as he begins to sing.  It has been much too long since I last heard such a lovely melody. I am in awe of my surroundings.  As I stand there, taking it all in, the butterfly returns and gracefully dances in celebration.  It brushes up against my cheek one last time as if to say, “You made it!”  Then the little dancing bloom makes it way across the sky and disappears.  I am sad to see it go, but somehow I know that we will meet again.  I am so thankful for the butterfly.  It  has brought me to such a peaceful place.  I know that this is where my healing will begin.  I find a comfortable spot  under a shade tree.  I lie down, I close my eyes and I rest.

~D~

Copyright 2009 – Denise Gilreath ©

Those Damn Walls

  • Posted on November 2, 2009 at 10:58 am

The following is something that I wrote and posted as a MySpace blog a few years ago.  A close friend of mine recently suggested that I post it here as well.  At first,  I hesitated to do so.   Then, after much thought, I decided that I would  post it with an update.  I feel certain that many of you will be able to relate. 

Those Damn Walls

Lately, I have been thinking about the walls that people put up around themselves and all the reasons why they do it.  I really do understand, from experience, why it happens.  Once a person has been hurt, it seems to make sense to protect themselves by not letting people get too close.  But they end up hiding who they really are and in doing so they cheat the rest of us out of the wonderful experience of getting to know them.

Life is tough…Shit happens.  But you know, “It is what it is!” (to quote my current life motto) and you just have to learn to take it as it comes.  For those of you who have known me for a while, you know that my life has changed in major ways over the past year.  I could have decided to just shut down and shut everyone out, but that is what I have always done…and it obviously has never worked very well for me.  So, now I am taking one day at a time, being who God made me to be, putting myself out there and loving every minute of it.

Yeah, sure, by putting myself out there, I run the risk of getting close to someone who can touch my heart…and then break it…  But I have decided that it is worth the risk.  I now understand what “It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” means.  Man, whoever said that must have walked a mile in my shoes!  Don’t get me wrong, I am not looking for nor do I feel I am ready for an exclusive relationship with anyone.  But I do want to be able to really enjoy the people that are in my life.  You know, it is possible to do that without expectations.  Again, it is what it is!

Recently, I wrote a song that I think I will call “Build a Bridge”.  The chorus says “Let’s tear these walls down and build a bridge to each other’s heart”.  Life and love would be so much  better if we would not waste time building those walls; but would instead take the time to build bridges that we could cross over.   You just never know what might be waiting on the other side!!!

Copyright 2007 – Denise Gilreath ©

Update

I wrote “Those Damn Walls” in early 2007.   At that time, I wasn’t looking for a relationship, but I was “putting myself out there”.  I did get close to someone.  He touched my heart.  Then my heart was broken.   It wasn’t his fault.  It wasn’t my fault.  It just happened.  Sometimes, it’s all about timing.  Maybe it just wasn’t our time.  In spite of all the pain and tears…I do believe it was worth it.  The experience taught me many lessons and I have no regrets.  It really is “better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all”.  He showed me love like I had never known it and I was able to love him like I had never loved before.  I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. 

Because of that experience, my perspective on walls has somewhat changed.  I believe walls are sometimes a very necessary part of survival.  I now know that while I was busy “putting myself out there”….I had my own set of walls. I had been so focused on other people’s walls…I couldn’t see my own.   The thing is, the man that I met,  the man that touched my heart;  he saw those walls.  He saw them and he cared enough to climb over them.  He really cared that much. 

Since that time, I will admit that I have built more walls.  They are thicker and more fortified.  I don’t like the walls.  I don’t want the walls.  But they are necessary for me; for now.  My heart is in the process of healing and it is getting stronger everyday.  I still believe in tearing down walls and building bridges.  But maybe, before we do so, we should care enough to climb over the walls and find out why they were built in the first place. 

~ D ~

Copyright 2009 – Denise Gilreath ©