“If there is any need that is perpetually unmet on this
planet, it is the need to feel seen. To feel seen in our humanity, in our
vulnerability, in our beautiful imperfection. When we are held safe in that, a
key turns inside of our hearts, freeing us from our isolation, transforming our
inner world. If there is anything we can offer each other, it is the gift of
sight. “I see you”-perhaps the most important words we can utter to another. I
see you…”
With words?
Vapor
Air
Noise
Build on air?
Remove the words...
Your love shows its quality.
Empty.
With actions?
Solid
Earth
Silence
Build on earth?
Words are superfluous...
Your love shows its quality.
True.
Time. Presence. Essence. Effort.
Caring. Understanding. Affection. Communication.
These are words... of action.
These actions build love.
"I love you." Effortless to write.
Three words. Less than three seconds.
The naive believe.
A man may speak the words. What draws love into existence and galvanizes it are the actions that prove the heart. If only words are given, without corresponding proof, then the words are void... hollow.
A man may never utter "I love you." But observe...
And the truth will reveal itself.
Oh, how I would rather experience the pleasure and pain of life through silent love, while holding a lover's steady hand... than read skeletal declarations of love in epic language!
From the mundane to the thrill...
It is in the presence of love that life has greatest meaning.
Who truly loves?
The one who declares in sporadic word?
Or
The one who acts according to words unspoken?
Tonight, yesterday, the day before... too much seeping from the cracks in this heart, watering the dust.
Time...
Friday, August 4, 2017
Sooooo... dear blog of mine,
I love my son so much. Having him home with us feels almost unreal. Well, except for the reality of groceries disappearing at a fantastic rate from the fridge and cupboards, that is! Oh, and the mounds of additional laundry... But yes, it is wonderful having Orion here! His presence has been missed and we love the creative sparkle he brings to our lives. Elly adores her big brudder, and Charlie's partner in crime has returned to draw her out once more.
My brain has been buzzing with thought, and my heart overflows. There is so much happening from without, and from within. Today it felt fair to bursting out of my chest. The questions began - Do I write it all out? Do I attempt to make sense of the seemingly conflicted emotions of euphoria and heartache? I've been writing so much more lately, more on paper, than in the last few years. This is a communications blog? Or is it a space for my personal reflections? Hmmm....
Well, regardless, the photo is blurry and imperfect, but expresses joy... and that is my big revelation for today 😊
(Written by tiny phone keyboard...)
It is late and, although weary from work, be it office or home, the spirit is so very alive. So awake. Life and it's mysterious ways can cause one to rejoice at blessings, grieve (or rage) at sorrows, or (more often than not) scratch one's head in consternation. While there is much outside the realm of one's control, there is still accountability for choices made, actions taken, and reactions knee-jerked 😜. (Yea, I used an emoticon, smile, get over it, and read on if you like...)
We are only given one life and, while many say we are only given one chance, I beg to differ. Every day, and often every hour, we are given chances... or choices. With what do we fill those hours, those days? Do we choose to fill them with meaning, savoring the mundane, even, as the gift it is? Is our attitude one of gratitude for the breaths we take? With the right perspective, even the simplest of moments can be treasured - from scrubbing baked-on food from the bottom of a crock pot, to pausing from watering the garden to gaze up at the sky and feel the sun kiss one's cheek. I have found, from experience, that it is in treasuring the simple, the good, the often monotonous, that I find joy in life. While exciting, passionate, and thrilling moments can enrich one's life, I choose not to wait for these, but rather smile over the little things. Giggling with my five year old on the swing is a memory I treasure even more than landing a Piper Cherokee on a Mozambican airfield littered with bullet casings.
My senior year quote from the high school yearbook read, "Go... make your own life extraordinary." Now, years later, while still encouraging others to do so, I believe it is in the heart and mind that one's life can be EXTRAordinary.
Songs touch me, this one above probably more than most. Years pass more quickly as I age. No, I do not want to turn back the clock, but choose to live in the present. Make yours mean something...
Earlier today I heard the most hauntingly beautiful instrumental piece playing on my Pandora "Debussy" channel. After not feeling very inspired for quite some time, and believing I had been encouraged, I had determined to write down the emotions this piano composition evoked in me. It was reminiscent of stars revealing themselves slowly, as the night supplanted the day, and stirred a similar awakening within, with the revealing of those tiny points of light, of truth.
Symbiotic.
He stands, strong, supportive.
Embracing from the core, roots held fast beneath, arms stretched to the heavens.
Tender.
She bows, gentle, and firm.
Balanced, they dance, unmoving.
Giving, receiving, and loving.
Necessary.
Interdependent.
They glide, yet still.
Intertwined.
Two.
