Gifts – Excerpt from Awaken With Gratitude

Hillis_Pugh_giftsBe thankful this day for the gifts we have to contribute to the world.
We all have a gift or gifts. The gift(s) we have were given to us to make a difference in the world in which we live. No matter the size of the gift it meant to make a difference. Whether if it’s writing, singing, speaking, music, love, kindness, high level of intelligence and/or countless others. Most of us discover the gift early in life and others later in life. The real difference maker is in how the gift is used and applied in given situations. Many early on upon discovery misuse their gift(s) for personal gain. Not saying there is anything wrong with being selfish, but when selfishness turns to greed, it results in the misuse of the gift. When the gift is used for its intended purpose and shared with others and the world, it’s passed on through you and others connected to you. A real difference is felt, when both within and around you.

The gift of life is a privilege. We are here, born into a world that needs great healing. With the gifts bestowed upon us and the proper use of the gift, can only a real change come. This is when we become more aware of who we are and the love we send out.  Just think of all the times you’ve helped someone or someone was kind to you. It is life presenting a gift to you. Even answered prayers are gifts, when recognized.

Be thankful this day and everyday for the gifts we are blessed with daily and use them wisely for not only do they help you, but they help countless others. When you’ve done something well, most won’t know you’ve done anything at all.


Beautiful Pain

The agony of creation

The whisper of frustration

The loose of a flaw to know true self

The challenge of beauty yet acknowledge a process taken to achieve such a feat


Something so serious

Curious piqued furious as the artist meets a unified technique

A shriek of perfection bellows the halls of one so chique


The creation created the creator

One would argue to differ dismiss this

The form of ache takes many shapes

As we become a submissive soul searching for an outlet of ease

The beauty is at its best when in pain so said society what do they claim


The beauty created by creator who harnessed the raw energies of pain channeled the focal points to feel the craving of a God like passion

The fine lines drawn but not seen

Vibing with harmonious tunes gingerly displayed so elegantly

Can’t seen nor hear yet aware of existence


The wisdom achieved tis like no other yet knows when it impresses upon the creator

The blossoming of a seed granted access to the secrets through gifts given


Sacrifices made devour ones souls

Weakens the sprit’s will of personal desires in continuous time and infinite space

Only to test the will to come full circle to regain what was once lost


Intricately woven can’t have one without the other to sustain such wondrous creation

Birthing a design of passion for the individual to inspire ones on the level to aspire

Vision of the creator’s vision

The creator’s madness

The creator’s freedom


The manifestation of one such thing is awed once the mold is broken and emotions flushed

Looking through the glass from one’s positive leads to a detective of thoughts taught through interpreting skills

Deception is it really there the core of truth to suite the illusive mistake of leaving the gate open for question

Bring it back as it should be

The mind’s eye decides the fate of the lonely of choice or to choose

Patience one’s of many tools to wield in such beauty to own

Seeing new life a cycle of light to claim for all to complete the magnification of destiny


The tears of anguish stain a beauty desired leaving a mark much to be desired and envied for no one knows the scars bleed and only tread to stay alive linked not to one life but all

What’s is seen felt by the sensation given a beauty perception softly

A beauty one all knows the simplicity the complexity of such deception given to a simple word phrase not defined by any but all a pain so lovely by shades it’s simply personified

One beauty quenched by pain delivered whether joyous heartfelt cut throat and stifled being one in deliverance to measure the spectrum

A creator with such perfection in the truest and most pure of a beauty to lend its name

It needs no explanation as it lives vicariously

It needs no introduction it’s just a beautiful pain