Special Treat ??“ From Me

June 22, 2005

Clarity: A Personal Journey

Carol Roach

I know clarity right now as the ability to put my words on paper.  It is the ability to take all of the jumbled scenarios in my head and put them in some sort of order as I jot them down.

I know clarity and it is the ability to express in words what I feel in my heart.

I know clarity and it is the smile of recognition when another human being reads or hears my words and a light goes off. 

I know clarity when you get that "ah ha??? moment.  This moment of clarity occurs when you can relate to a human being on a level you have never experienced before, yet feel within your soul you are traveling on the same journey of truth and understanding.

I know clarity when I have touched other human beings, and they have touched me without having to utter a single word.

These are the ways in which I know and see clarity ??“ what is clarity for you?  How do you see clearly?  How do you make sense of your world and the situations you come face to face in your daily life?

My journey is personal it may not be the same as yours. All journeys should lead to a better understanding of who we are and what is our purpose in life. Sadly for some it does not, hopefully for many it will.

Carol

Poetry

Just experimenting with the oo sound in poetry

OOms

Carol Roach

I sit alone within my dimly lit room
The environment adding to my feelings of gloom
I am frustrated; I do not want to succumb
To these impending feelings of doom.

My brain has withered like a prune
I sweep my mind without a broom
To rid the cobwebs that consume
My mind, my heart, my open wounds

From the window in my room
I see the dead of winter loom
Upon Mother Earth, her cold hearted groom
To plant his seed within her womb

These feelings if I let resume
Will carry me to my own tomb
I feel so trapped and so marooned
Within the confines of my room

Wake up, wake up I must exhume
This warm despair and icy gloom
Spring will arrive a lush perfume
Flowers surface again to bloom

I cannot die so soon, so soon
My ears must hear Spring??™s lovely tune
Blushing bride by lake and call of loon
Surrendering to the light of a bright full moon

My mood as light as a balloon
With laughter, joy and songs I croon
Time moves forward, so I can presume
I will live to see another June

Carol Roach

winterose@videotron.ca

A Native of Montreal, Quebec, Carol is a graduate of Concordia, and McGill University.  She holds a bachelor in psychology and a masters in counselling psychology.  Carol Roach is a published writer and newsletter editor.  You can purchase her book: Picking up the Pieces: A Woman's Journey at www.publishamerica.com, or www.amazon.com.  You can also go to your local bookstore and order it there as well.  Carol has now finished her second novel and currently looking for a publisher.