Love Yourself First

So, today is the big day, and I wanted to say a few words about it. First off, I’m a huge fan of love, but I’m not a terribly huge fan of Hallmark holidays, nor am I crazy about the concept of only celebrating love one day per year. Love is humongous, monumental and gigantic. It’s meant to be an ongoing, daily celebration every single day of our lives; although, even that wouldn’t be enough to properly sing its praises.
With that said, I’d also like to clarify that I’m not referring only to romantic love, but rather love in all of its many forms and manifestations. All are worth celebrating and being mindful of.
Perhaps first and foremost though, is the love of/for one’s own self. This is the love that sets the precedence for all the other types of love that we give and receive; therefore, it’s imperative that we cultivate a deep and abiding love and respect for our own self.
Beyond that, I wanted to add that Valentine’s Day need not be a day of misery and disdain for those who find themselves currently unattached. Make it your day instead. Go out and celebrate YOU. Celebrate the strides and efforts you’ve made to come to a place of personal peace and self-acceptance; because for many of you, it’s been an uphill battle.
ALL of us, each and every last one, are worthy. ALL of us are deserving of love. ALL of us are important, sacred, holy, divine beings. So, please don’t accept a love that values you any less than that. It isn’t worth your time, and it is not better than being alone. Besides, you aren’t alone. You have YOU. And while you’re waiting for that special someone to come along, you can spend some quality time with yourself. You can focus on any inner healing that needs to be addressed and resolved; because the healthier you are mentally, emotionally, and spiritually the healthier your ‘Mr. or Ms. Right’ will be.
On that note, I wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day! May the love that you are be made manifest in all that you think, all that you speak, and all that you do. Most of all, may you remember to give that love first and foremost to you! When our own cup is full, we are then able to pour for others.
Blessings,
Carolyn Glackin

Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018.

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Lover or Loved?

Lover or Loved?

by Carolyn Glackin

If I am the lover

Who is the loved?

And likewise, if I am the loved

Who then, is the lover?

And what steps do I take

To safeguard and maintain

Either of those situations?

What comfort lies in expecting

Those roles never to expire?

None I say…

Only heartache and vexations

I am not a jailer

Thus, no one is beholden to me

Nor will I be kept beyond my time

So, I choose not the role of the loved

Nor that of the lover

For either might meet their end

Instead, I simply choose to BE love

I choose to step forth

As a vessel for its embodiment

And in that way,

I remain constant and eternal

For love asks naught of itself

Nor does it place requirements

Or expectations on anyone

All are invited to be free

And I, too, am free

Neither loved, nor lover, but love

Which embraces all, and has no end.

Blessings,

Carolyn Glackin

Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018.

Beautiful art by Zeng Hao.

Room for Rent

As a writer, I read, write, and participate on four different social media forums on a regular basis. As an empath, that can be quite harrowing without taking proper precautions. I have to be very discerning when deciding whose work I should read, as well as whose is best avoided. The following piece called “Room for Rent,” tells a tale of what it’s like for me to read the words of other’s; because I don’t just read them, in many cases, it’s as if I swim in them.
Blessings,
Carolyn Glackin

Room for Rent
by Carolyn Glackin
Did I ever tell you
That while reading your words
I take a deep breath of air
Before the first word is heard?
Or that I have to tread water
So that I don’t drown
Cause I’m always at risk
Of each word pulling me down?
And that every time
It’s either sink or swim
Because I get so entranced
By the words of your hymn?
They lull me away
From safety to danger
Like a sad lullaby
Overheard by a stranger
Hypnotic and lovely
Addictive laments
Which hold me in place
With fictitious cement
I become paralyzed
From head to toe
Swept away by the current
Of your diaphanous flow
As I weep tears of saline
And after a while
I find that I’m dumbstruck
A fool with a smile
Your spirit calls to me
Through the words
That you write
They plague me by day
And haunt me by night
I’m struggling like mad
Trying to break free
From the hypnotic litany
Of your soliloquy
See I know all about
The sorrows you grieve
Because I feel them through you
And I can hardly breathe
I just can’t understand
How such a luminous soul
Has gotten caught up
In such a tale of woe
I wish I could help you
I’d set your soul free
So you could shine
Like the diamond
You were meant to be
But my hands are tied
I simply can’t intervene
I can only look on
While you’re asleep
In the dream
Horror and terror
Love and then loss
Hang around my neck
Like an albatross
As my mind comprehends
What it sees through you
While you lie in the wreckage
Of all you once knew
As you struggle and fight
With little will to survive
You’re up on a stake
Your words burn you alive
You’re fire, I’m water
So in truth, you can’t harm me
But I gotta tell you
Your words sure do alarm me!
And I can’t help but wonder
About the child you were
A mere shell of yourself now
What happened to her???
Violated, tortured
Hounded on end
No heroes in sight
At a loss for a friend
But despite all these horrors
There’s something I’ve seen
Deep down in your words
Lies something serene
In you, there’s such wisdom
There’s love, and there’s beauty
And I’m starting to wonder
If I’ve been tasked with a duty
You see, I’ve beared witness
To all you’ve endured
Yeah, I caught it all
Every last word
And I’m here to tell you
You made it! You lived!
Despite all, you survived!
So why not forgive?
Move on from the graveyard
Of your verbose laments
And put up a sign there
‘Room for rent.’
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018.
Image credited to Dmitri Laudin.

Hold the Applause

Hold the Applause
by Carolyn Glackin
And isn’t it a shame
That some folks
Have to seek fortune and fame
Cheers and applause
And endless words of acclaim
Before they’ll even believe
That there’s worth to their name?
Wow, that’s insane!
My friend,
You’ve been worthy beyond measure
Since well before you came
You are precious and loved
So don’t you ever stand in shame!
Hold your head high, stand tall!
Oh, and as for the fame
Every angel above
Knows you by name
They’ll be singing your praise
Until the end of days
And the beloved Creator
Loves you in countless ways
So you see, my friend
Hollywood can wait
You don’t need to seek fame
You were born great.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018.
Image credited to the rightful owner.

A Tribute to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. 

In honor of Martin Luther King Jr. Day, I’m reposting this tribute piece that I wrote last year. My hope is that not only will we keep Dr. King’s dreams alive, but that we’ll also bring them to fruition.

Blessings, 

Carolyn Glackin 

Dear Dr. Martin Luther King,

I don’t mean to bother you 

While you’re up there soaring

On your well deserved angel wings

I just wanted to talk to you 

You know, say a few things

It might seem that this world 

Has forgotten you at first glance

But that would never happen sir

No, not a chance

You see Dr. King, 

You taught us a great deal while you were here

You showed us there was light in the dark 

And taught us there was bravery in fear

Dr. King, this surely is your day 

But I would never want you to assume 

That it’s the only one 

In which I remember you this way

You see, I took your lessons to the heart 

So it doesn’t matter 

That we’re now far apart

I know things here are looking ominous and scary

I know that many hearts 

Are full of fear 

And souls are weary

And though the hour 

In the history of this world 

Is growing late

I know we’ll be just fine Dr. King 

Because you taught us 

To find the love in hate

Thank you for shining your light 

Into this world dear Dr. King

You did more good 

Than you could ever know 

And you sure did earn 

Those angel wings.

Eternally grateful,

Carolyn Glackin

Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2017.

Art credited to Raymond L. Warfield Jr.

*Sorry this is a day late. Had trouble when attempting to post it yesterday. 

The Last Battle 

Eventually, the day comes when a warrior finally understands that there is only one true battle, and that it’s the only battle worth winning. I speak of the battle within. The internal battle is not won with heavy artillery or a skilled militia. It isn’t won through physical strength or brute force. In fact, there is only one way to win the battle within once and for all. The warrior must lay aside all weapons, understanding that they serve no purpose in this war. They must let their guard down. They must then look deeply within, and choose to accept and surrender to all that they find there. From there, they must offer themselves complete tolerance, nonjudgment, and self-love. It is through this method alone that we finally lay the inner battle to rest. On the day that the final warrior has made peace within, we will know peace on Earth at last; but until then, at the very least, we can achieve inner peace for ourselves. We are worthy! Soldier on warrior, your battle awaits you.

Blessings, 

Carolyn Glackin 

Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2017.

Image found on Pinterest.

Artist unknown.

Sacred Ceremony 

Sacred Ceremony 

by Carolyn Glackin

It was on that night

When the moon was high

That I knew

The sacred ceremony

Soon was nigh

A primordial drumbeat

Filled the air

Old crow stood perched

Atop his lair

The Crone stood ready

Before the fire

That blazed as high

As a funeral pyre

She had herbs for smudging

As she called the Great Spirit

While the elders

Reminded the young

Not to fear it

The Crone glanced around

At the old and the young

And then began speaking

In her native tongue “Aho Mitakuye Oyasin!” she cried

To which we responded “Aho!” With great pride

She sang and she chanted

With feathers and beads

As we thanked the Great Spirit

For all his good deeds

The Medicine Woman

Came round to the ill

She gave herbs and blessings

Never any pills

We prayed for their health

And the welfare of all

All being equal

From mighty to small

This went on for some time

While the fire burned bright

With singing and dancing

Long into the night

But the small ones grew weary

And were taken to bed

Followed soon by the elders

So they could rest their heads

And finally the fire

Was nothing but embers

The drum had gone silent

As we tried to remember

When was it that man

Last had peace on earth?

Had we really been warring

Since the planet’s birth?

Over color and race?

Over thoughts disarrayed?

How could sisters and brothers

Treat each other this way?

We looked to the Crone

And she looked to the skies

Then she gazed back at us

With large tears in her eyes

“Wakanheja,” she said “They don’t know what they do”

“They’ve forgotten their truth”

“And their divinity too” “So what must we do?”

We asked the old Crone

She said: “Bring no harm to others.”

“Love each as your own.”

From that night ’til this

I kept that in my heart

I never learned to hate

And I’m not going to start

We all look a bit different

And use different words

Some have different Gods

Of which we may not have heard

But we are one race

And until we are dead

If you tear us apart

We ALL bleed red!
Aho Mitakuye Oyasin!

Ameen!

Blessed be!

Amen!

Tathaastu

Amin

Āmīna

¡Hina kachun!

*Words by Carolyn Glackin 

*Art by Susan Seddon Boulet 

Who’s Got Your Back?


As we learn to trust and rely on our inner wisdom, we are led to our highest good and we feel safe in the awareness that we have our own back. With that said, we are all here for each other, and no man/woman is an island. It behooves us to be humble enough to ask for help when needed and selfless enough to provide help when asked. 

Blessings, 

Carolyn Glackin 

*All words are my own. 

*Image found on Google. 

*Owner/artist unknown. 

The Eyes of Love

There are no filters on the eyes of love. It sees clearly and focuses on the divine within. Divine love encompasses all. With divine love, it’s not exclusive only to family, children, friends, partners/spouses, etc. Divine love recognises the Beloved in all of creation and therefore can’t help but to love all that is living. May we all remember to regard one another in this way; for when we do, we are all picture perfect. 

Blessings, 

Carolyn Glackin

One

I tend not to think in terms of ‘mine/theirs,’ ‘his/hers,’ ‘us/them,’ ‘our country/their country,’ ‘my people/their people.’ There is one world, one love, and one people. My heart, my mind, and my love know no borders; because despite the ongoing illusion/delusion of separation, all is one. We are all fashioned by the same hand of the same creator. We all possess the same spark of the divine. We are all the intricately, interwoven detail of All That Is. Each of us, both singularly and collectively, make up the I AM presence. We are one and the same. I AM of you as you are of me and together, we are All That Is. May we, as a people, wake up to the truth of this reality and embrace our oneness so that we may begin living in peace and unity. 

Love and blessings,

Carolyn Glackin
*All words are my own. 

*Photo found on Google.