Renewing Colors

I come back and renew each day. Small pieces of myself fall away and come back brighter. Like refurbished stained glass my colors get stronger and bolder.

Growth is beautiful and hellacious at the same time, but in the end it’s a gorgeous renewal process. It breathes life into the heart of who we are, our truth and the good of what gives us our abundant spirit!

Thank God for that! Thank God I can grow and come back. Thank God hell doesn’t last and heaven shows its face through the fire. Thank God good is bigger than bad. Thank God I can’t stay stuck forever. Thank God I don’t have to grow alone. Thank God love persists through the smoke.

What feels grueling in the moment, in the end, becomes soft like silk. Then it fades like dust in the wind.

The voices of shame, hurt, anger and discomfort show up with gridded teeth and pierce through your heart of hearts to convince you that you’ll never survive the darkness. In the eye of the storm instinct becomes the voice of reason to remind you to press on. And with that we survive! The harsh peanut gallery of voices falls like a broken wall and we rise above the storm.

Thank God for that! Thank God I can come back! Thank God I survive the storm. Thank God the fires of hell die away. Thank God love persists through the smoke. Thank God we can’t stay stuck forever.

Beauty and grace I love you. Heart and soul we need you. Keep going. Love you are strength. Thank you for holding on like a vice grip. Thank God I can come back!

I love to return to the land of the living. My wings are not meant to be buried forever! Thank God I come back. Thank God my colors renew.

GO FUND ME!

Hello followers! I’m a writer, as you know, but I’m also a performer. I’d love any contribution you can give to this new gofundme page. My one person show that I hope to put up in Los Angeles this coming October, is a show that is close to my heart. I wrote it and I perform it. It’s called Walking In Their Shoes and I look forward to sharing it with whoever is interested in watching it, listening to the stories I’ve created and connecting with humankind.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/n65md-barbara-foster039s-quotwalking-in-their-shoesquot?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=p_cp+share-sheet&fbclid=IwAR0g_7rAwzaD-HxVRMxoiRtxqY05aQqoltGssLHwu2DItOEYWTveQuwypiY

Those that are in the Los Angeles, California area, who are interested in attending the show and have contributed money to the gofundme page will get a free ticket! All money that goes into the page will be used for the theatre space and other expenses related to the show. I appreciate anything you can give!

Stay tuned for future pieces of writing and updates on this show! Thank you all for your support! Cheers!

A Caged Animal

Oh, to wrestle with yourself until you feel like a caged animal in your own skin. Oh, to wrestle with yourself so intensely that you become the cage and the animal all at once.

If only it were appropriate for humans to act like animals when strong wrestlings enter in. Some do. Some throw fits in public, but most try to tame their animal-like emotions behind closed doors.

Does it help? Are the emotions sufficiently tamed? Or does the cage start to feel tighter?

Does the animal inside you grow? Does it want to growl and roar at the top of its lungs? Does it want to bare its teeth and shoot looks like daggers?

Does that make you feel better about yourself? How does the world feel about it?

Is there a key to the cage? Is there a friend to come along and bend the bars, to rip apart the cage and bail you out?

Or do you have to be your own friend?

What if you never become your own friend?

Oh, to wrestle with yourself until you feel like a caged animal in your own skin. Oh, to wrestle so intensely that you become the cage and the animal all at once.

Oh, to not know where the key went. Oh, to not know how long it will take to find the key. Or to accept the painful fact that it’s right in front of you.

And so…the caged animal remains and roars on.