Fake it, till you become it!

It's been a while since I posted a blog. I noticed as I thought it was time!.

We often create a reality that we think will get us to the next place. We are seriously thinking their are forces that are plotting against us. And it is for this reason, I believe that I have not been able to post. Since October, since mandates for vaccinations came in, since it felt like we lost our freedom to choose.

Much like that a horse would actually consider the right space to spook, just like this poster. I have never had a spooky horse before? What was my learning? Today, I wondered, what might it be like to have a horse that just went and jumped honestly. What would it be like to be a passenger? Would it feel like I had won that ribbon? Or succeeded in the game of life, if I had a horse that simply did as asked without much fuss?

Do you wonder what it would be like to be given everything that your heart desired? Or had the money to buy what you feel you needed? So much in these games, it is not always about ability. Financially, you simply can't compete?

It is not an even playing field. Was it ever??

Some of us like to think it was. But I think that the divide between the haves and the have not has got larger. And it has become so difficult to catch up, to compete. That there is a cognitive dissonance about it. The games played by kings and queens and then the games played by the plebs. The race for equality is harrowing and most especially exhausting, And giving up, much the same.

The competition is with oneself...

and I in my revery.

Taking in each moment and pondering upon it's mystery.

For the eye is in the beholder,

the pleasentries are made.

What erks you my friend and foe?

What unsettles you,

to speak just so.

We are so pleasently surprised,

by the man that walks beside.

I beseech you and your authenticity.

Are you really true?

Do you mean me no harm?

Truly?

Like a snake that slithers so,

taking in your prey....

Watching wearily,

have I been exposed?

So many questions abound,

stop...

this is bigger than you my friend.

- Rachelle Millar 2 April 2022.

Interpret my poem, consider your power? What does it evoke in you? What does it say?