Embracing the now, excited for then...
Letting go of what was.
Just me.
Here.
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Tuesday, May 15, 2018
Avoidance - No
I am sure you've heard the saying "Wherever you go, there you are." This is even more applicable to that from which one attempts to run. Attempting to avoid the truth? It will find you. A person can attempt to run, avoid, dodge, or side-step... but those issues will meet you wherever you go. Lessons unlearned will circle back around, time and again, until one gives in and learns what is begging to be taught.
Many long for a "fresh start," and it is understandable. However, if that fresh start includes leaving bad habits undealt with, or unpleasant consequences for personal actions or decisions, or the reaping of what one has sown...? They will not remain unsatisfied, and will meet you wherever you "start fresh."
Trying to jump past the pain of a breakup? to avoid the healing process and stages of grief, and jump right to "healed?" Nope. It must be experienced. As Robert Frost states above, "The only way out is through." Denial? No. Hiding? No. Avoidance? No. It must be gone through. The process depends on attitude, approach, and whether one embraces the pain of change.
Going through it sucks. No doubt about it.
But the only way out is through.
The question really is... what character will you gain on the other side?
Thursday, May 10, 2018
Learning...
No longer what I was before,
but not all that I will be.
Here.
In the now.
Standing on the past.
Reaching for the future.
But fully present.
Here.
Change is hard.
First comes the choice.
Ownership.
No fingers pointing.
No blameshifting.
No excuse-making.
Accountable for MY choices.
Not those of others.
Owning MY reactions.
Self-awareness is a choice.
Holding one's conscience softly.
Listening.
Seeing, truly seeing.
Open to truth, no matter how painful.
Sometimes the dam has to break violently in order to release what's been trapped behind walls.
All the ugly, the bruised, the perverse...
Then comes the rebuilding.
Comes peace.
Comes healing.
Realization.
Growth.
Before myself, I stand or fall.
Before my God, I stumble humble and rise.
Ever.
Learning.
but not all that I will be.
Here.
In the now.
Standing on the past.
Reaching for the future.
But fully present.
Here.
Change is hard.
First comes the choice.
Ownership.
No fingers pointing.
No blameshifting.
No excuse-making.
Accountable for MY choices.
Not those of others.
Owning MY reactions.
Self-awareness is a choice.
Holding one's conscience softly.
Listening.
Seeing, truly seeing.
Open to truth, no matter how painful.
Sometimes the dam has to break violently in order to release what's been trapped behind walls.
All the ugly, the bruised, the perverse...
Then comes the rebuilding.
Comes peace.
Comes healing.
Realization.
Growth.
Before myself, I stand or fall.
Before my God, I stumble humble and rise.
Ever.
Learning.
Tuesday, May 8, 2018
Saturday, April 28, 2018
Where is your heart?
The Heart
Who can fully know it?
It is deceitful above all else.
It needs guarding, because from it flow the springs of life.
It can trust and believe when it seems hope is gone.
The heart can be dirty, wicked, impure.
It can be weak, and fails.
It can worry and fear.
It wants and desires, and can lead you to love, or lead you astray.
It needs evaluating and examining.
It can break, and be crushed.
It can be pure.
Hearts can be hardened from truth, from love, from good.
It can be cleansed.
It meditates and ponders.
Where your treasure is... there will your heart be also.
Who can fully know it?
It is deceitful above all else.
It needs guarding, because from it flow the springs of life.
It can trust and believe when it seems hope is gone.
The heart can be dirty, wicked, impure.
It can be weak, and fails.
It can worry and fear.
It wants and desires, and can lead you to love, or lead you astray.
It needs evaluating and examining.
It can break, and be crushed.
It can be pure.
Hearts can be hardened from truth, from love, from good.
It can be cleansed.
It meditates and ponders.
Where your treasure is... there will your heart be also.
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Yet it is full...
Studying with laptop balanced on one thigh, reading glasses perched askew on my nose, and I realize my youngest has not attempted to distract me in several minutes. Stopping and listening carefully, I hear my oldest girl reading in very animated tones to the Hurricane. A pause. A question. An answer. Giggles. Laughter. I can imagine their heads leaning together, poring over one of Grandma Kay’s books, reading the inscription and the date. Yes, I am studying, but my heart is smiling as broadly as my mouth.
It’s a simple life. Maybe boring to some. Yet it is full.
Work. Chores. Son made a plain yummy supper and all four of us visited and laughed at memories of reading “Little House on the Prairie” years ago when we first moved to Jennis Bay. Tidy up. A quick walk and toy retrieval from the park, then back home to study while Hurricane plays and Charlie finishes her own homework.
Funny how the house seems smaller without 11 Majors in residence. There is a smaller family within, and only one cat, one hamster. Yet it is full.
Watching “The Secret of Roan Inish,” thinking of St. Patrick’s Day approaching. My grandmother, Irene, was born 116 years ago. Irene Waller. She was quite a woman. Charlie asked if we might save up and go to Ireland. Yes. It is within the realm of the possible. Oh, the sound of the pipes, the fiddle, the mournful wail of the whistle, and the beauty of that land and its people in the country, in the West. A simple life. Maybe boring to some. Yet it is full.
Well… back to studying. 18 months goes fast enough. Wait! 16 months now
It’s a simple life. Maybe boring to some. Yet it is full.
Work. Chores. Son made a plain yummy supper and all four of us visited and laughed at memories of reading “Little House on the Prairie” years ago when we first moved to Jennis Bay. Tidy up. A quick walk and toy retrieval from the park, then back home to study while Hurricane plays and Charlie finishes her own homework.
Funny how the house seems smaller without 11 Majors in residence. There is a smaller family within, and only one cat, one hamster. Yet it is full.
Watching “The Secret of Roan Inish,” thinking of St. Patrick’s Day approaching. My grandmother, Irene, was born 116 years ago. Irene Waller. She was quite a woman. Charlie asked if we might save up and go to Ireland. Yes. It is within the realm of the possible. Oh, the sound of the pipes, the fiddle, the mournful wail of the whistle, and the beauty of that land and its people in the country, in the West. A simple life. Maybe boring to some. Yet it is full.
Well… back to studying. 18 months goes fast enough. Wait! 16 months now
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