Good grief, I almost missed the bus, It is hard to believe that we are rapidly approaching the end of another year. Wait, isn’t it still April, no blink your eyes and it’s almost Thanksgiving. Where the hell has the time gone.
This day finds me thoughtful. Hurricanes Harvey and Irma have left their imprint on many lives and of course, it is the anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. It is with these images in mind that I need to be even more grateful than ever. Life is just too short to whine. I give myself a little analogy when I get frantic. I could be the one who has to walk miles with two buckets to get water. There is a documentary movie out , “Happy“. Give it a look. It gave me a new perspective on what really makes us happy.
It is so crucial that we try to stay in and appreciate the moment. There cannot be an attitude that “it can’t happen to me or here.” As we have seen in recent history, there is no real safety. We must be vigilant but not stop living our lives. We cannot close our minds and hearts in fear. It begins with something as simple as remembering to breathe. I am approaching my sixty fourth year on this journey and looking for the opportunity to gear down a bit. Not time to retire but more a chance to slow down the pace.
Things we have come to know and process become imprints even to the point of touching the soul. My journey to date has been a bit all over the map. A little zig, a little zag, one step forward and three steps back. But, that is okay. I guess perfection might be a bit boring. Over the course of my time here, I am hopeful that I have learned a few things. The journey is in each moment and how we realize the magic in ordinary occurrences. Sometimes the key is a heightened awareness. So, here are a few observations (aka realizations) from the fun so far.
I am troubled. As many of you know, I am trying to relocate down to central Virginia. I fell in love with the City of Charlottesville and can’t wait to get there. The city is vibrant with a gorgeous pedestrian mall, great eateries, book stores (imagine that) music venues, theaters and the like. In the evenings the pedestrian mall comes alive. Its a giggle to just sit and watch humanity.
My journey continues to take me to places where I can move forward and continue to grow spiritually or once again, get lost in the weeds. Sometimes the little ankle biters are my nemesis. It is a matter of stopping the down spiral, and remembering to breathe and rewind to start my day over again.
I admit, I am somewhat of a history buff. The past can shed light on our journey forward. There is so much to be learned and assimilated from our individual legacies, And it is with this knowledge, that can give us a sense of purpose and direction. Its like saying , “where do we go from here?”. Now, I am not saying that I am sure I am a direct descendant of George Washington or Abraham Lincoln. That is too easy. There is just something special and satisfying in finding your roots. I am extremely grateful to my late mom and my sister for doing a heck of lot of the geneological research and leg work on the family history.
I have been all over the map lately. Off into the weeds, off into the ethers, and sometimes just plain off. There are so many things that I want to accomplish yet, I feel stuck in reaching my goals. I am truly blessed, yet find myself wanting more. Not material things, but rather intellectual and spiritual fulfillment. Sounds lofty but it truly is where my head is at. Some of it is also where I am at in my journey in this incarnation. Its about stoking the fire that resides within. It is the motivator, the focal point and the reason for my being. Fire is life, fire is power and fire is like a fuel that keeps me on track.
For some creative strange reason, I always feel like I do my best writing at the last minute. Comes down to whatever seems to work, I guess. I have been thinking about what I have been writing about and felt I had become somewhat repetitive with my subject matter. I reached out to a mentor, who is awesome, and she gave me some food for thought. I think it is really about having the courage to say “I need help“. There is something quite freeing once you reach out. I liken it to the big exhale.
I have been on a bit of a sabbatical from writing. I found myself forcing things and being entirely unhappy with anything I wrote. To me, the creative process is not something that you can force. It must flow naturally. I am in awe of many of the writers of The Magic Happens. There is something very humbling when you read much of their work. Art is somewhat like “The Force“. It must be inspired, flow like a cork on the water and of course, be in the moment.
We need a certain sense of direction to assist in reaching our life goals. In order to accomplish our desires, a plan is necessary. I think of a plan being like the tiller of a sailboat. Without one, the boat is subject to the forces of nature without any direction. The tiller allows to steer through the water to wherever we seek to go. Otherwise we drift aimlessly on the water.
Its good to be back. Life has been a bit stressed, with many anticipated changes taking much longer than I had expected. Back to my life lesson of if you think you are patient, you probably are not. And of course, the second part of the lesson is letting it all go. I need to climb out of the driver’s seat and reacquaint myself with faith, hope and trust. Many a day that is a tall order. I need to remember in this journey, that it is about progressing a bit rather than doing it perfectly.
It is the time of the year that reminds me to act with an open heart. I feel that it is about always coming from your highest , authentic self. With that said, it is paramount to always look for the best in any situation. While it may sound a bit pollyanna, having a positive outlook is the foundation in living a life with an open heart, open mind and having the ability to live abundantly. I would like to put forth that in order to live with an open heart you must have an open mind. Think of a hand and glove. In this way of conducting oneself, a genuiness of soul is created. Heart and mind must operate in concert.
Greetings to all! I hope this day find you immersed in all good things, magic and joy this journey has to offer. This week has been a test of my ability to stay patient, relinquish control, and stay in the moment. I have been frustrated, discouraged and on a bit of a downhill slide. Yet, I return to being grateful to get me centered. I am blessed to be sitting outside by a lovely fountain and small pond listening to the sound of water under a warm October sun while creating this column. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Gifts aren’t always financial.
I am thrilled to be back as a contributor to this awesome endeavor. Yes, magic does happen! There have been times during the past couple of months where I really felt that I had lost the knack to create and write. And, I do mean, that feeling where you just give up and feel that no one wants to read anything you have to say. A little faith, some pixie dust and just a desire to has brought me back.
It has been awhile since I have stopped in and said “Hey!”. There were times that I had great, thoughtful things to share but could not get them out of the old warehouse. Maybe, I just needed a swift kick in the ass, but life also got in the way. Yes, the cold slap of reality. The journey is to embark on a new chapter of my life. The process is a bit like a bumpy road.
Risk is a word that means we are willing to step outside the box and be an adventurer. Without a bit of risk there can be no reward. A static lifestyle gains nothing. Life in bubble wrap. It goes nowhere like a Jeep stuck on a sand beach. It is about believing in your heart of hearts that the universe will support your efforts to stretch beyond limitation and lack and to really grow into something more perfect. I have said it before that life can be done perfectly if all you do is sit in the couch. But is that the way we wish to live…BORING!
One of the things I have been working on is learning to give myself permission to take a day off from being productive and just play! Too often I use my days off to go grocery shopping, get laundry done or whatever. I usually have a case of the “shoulds”. It really has taken some effort to let go of this insanity. It is like I am accountable to some undefined monster who proclaims “You are not allowed to relax!” And when I do relax , the voices in my head tell me to stop goofing off, wasting time and get with the program. I realize this is an ultra bad habit and perhaps an addiction? I hope not but sometimes it makes me wonder.
Breathe. To expand, raise consciousness and settle the mind. To breathe is to tap into your life force. I believe that Star Wars found the secret key that unlocks the world. To breathe is to connect to the vastness of the universe.
It’s funny how I get inspiration. The process begins with reshaping my life’s view and looking to refresh the mission, I am a student of how to try to live my life with as much positive energy as possible. While there are many dry spells in my creative process, every so often the universe responds, the planets align and BAM…I can write.
It’s been a kicker of a couple of weeks, thirty six inches of snow, vertigo tests, and just not feeling up to snuff are a few of the issues that I have been dealing with. These things have knocked me off my game. I guess that I am not as resilient as I used to be and thats ok. I have been trying to craft a better perspective through meditation, gratitude statements, focusing on positive pursuits and not falling into the trap of isolation.