When does life begin?

“We gain strength, and courage, and confidence by each experience in which we really stop to look fear in the face… we must do that which we think we cannot.”

“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”

“Do one thing every day that scares you.”

I wonder what experiences led Eleanor Roosevelt to write or express such wisdom.  Today, they are words on the page that inspire . . . but I would suspect that there were some sleepless nights that provided the wisdom and the conviction to be brave, take risks, and look fear in the face.

I have not read any biographies about Eleanor Roosevelt and I would suspect that Eleanor experienced her share of uncertainty and doubt.  Looking “fear in the face”?  You can’t make this stuff up from fiction-based imaginings.  It would be like writing a story about miracles without having experienced one.  You just can’t make it up.  It is necessary to have lived it.

I take her one quote to heart: “Do one thing every day that scares you.”  I don’t like feeling fear.  Fear is one of those queasy feelings that goes to my stomach and rests there like an ugly orc — ready to smite me down to smithereens if I steal a glance at it.  Fear is unpleasant, unpredictable, and unlovely.  It does not bring out the most attractive parts of me.  It gives me cause to doubt in my belief that something wonderful is about to happen.  It messes with my chi.  It gives me bad advice.  And it does not inspire me to lead by example.  Fear overpowers any other emotions.  It disallows my willingness to take a chance.  To do something risky.  It is a detour from bravery.  It is the absence of love.  And without love, what is life?

I have another Eleanor Roosevelt quote on my desk: “Yesterday is history, tomorrow a mystery, today is a gift.”  A gift.  Which leads me back to the reminder to do one thing every day that scares me.  This is all so much easier to write about in the wee hours of the night in my cozy house than to actually do.  Some days this gesture is a little thing.  Other days it is huge.  I have never regretted one single thing I have done while keeping Eleanor’s words in my heart.  I always feel better when I have chosen to beard the lion in its den.  If I succeed, my friends are there to celebrate with me.  If I fail, my loved ones are there to help me re-hash it with some degree of humor.  What is failure without a little light of humor shone on it?

People who are nearing the end of their lives have said that they didn’t regret the things they did.  Rather they regretted the things they did not do.  The same message with fancier language was written by Sydney J. Harris: “Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.”

life begins quoteWhen does life begin?  “At the end of your comfort zone”?  Today is a celebration of looking fear in the face and going for it.  Pushing past your comfort zone.  If you are feeling a lack of confidence, remember: “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”  We are as free as we choose to be in the face of fear.  By disallowing fear, we invite love to enter.  And what an amazing thing this is.

When I think on these things, I feel a strange Muse entering my office.  Like a sobering calm has entered the room, and I long for spontaneity and laughter to overtake the moment.  But these moments have value in that they embolden me with the rootstock courage to be spontaneous, to take risks, to take the chance of making a mistake, “to do that which [I] think [I] cannot.”  I want to be wildly unhindered by a lack of regret.  I have been accused of being foolhardy and goofy.  Ditzy and capricious.  Irresponsible and risky.  Maybe these adjectives are the encouragement that I need to tell me that I am on the right track, and I don’t even know it.

Today . . . I am going to do something that scares me.  I am familiar with my fears . . . one of them being the fear of failure.  The fear that I won’t have enough time in my life to do all that I hope to do.  The fear of not having tried to accomplish that one dream within.  The fear of feeling regret at the end of my life.  Do I live this way?  I try not to . . . still, these little nagging doubts linger on occasion.  Eleanor believes that we “gain strength, and courage, and confidence” by trying to do something that we cannot do.  It is time to shake things up, go forth, and do something a little scary.   toaster oven

 

 

 

 

 

 

How to Play

I know someone who frequently compares his life to a poker hand.  It’s a game of chance.  And he always says that you have to discard the bad cards first before you can be dealt something that is a better match to what you are still holding.  I really like his philosophy.  Mainly because he lives it and doesn’t just talk about it.

But because life is all a gamble, he sometimes gets burned in the process of trading cards.  There is always that chance that you aren’t going to get better cards.  There is the possibility that you might want to fold.  There are times when you are going to want to bet high.  Maybe even all you have got.

Still, my friend is philosophical.  He knows that he will get another opportunity to discard the newly-acquired bad cards and ask for new cards.  In the meanwhile, he is patient.  This is another thing I like about him and his philosophy.

But as another friend said in response to the Poker Hand Philosophy, “Sounds more like Go Fish than Poker.”   True, true, true.  Poker requires strategy and luck to stay in the game.  As in life and love, Go Fish is just a random pile of cards where finding a pair feels to be a pretty risky and unlikely business.  Or is it?  Would I rather play Poker than Go Fish?  I honestly do not know.  Is life all this enormous game of chancy Go Fish?  Or is more strategizing and planning involved álá Poker that will guide the way?

Maybe there is a more laissez-faire thing going on than what we are aware of.  Perhaps all that life really requires is that we go forth and play it.  Play poker.  Play Go Fish.  It doesn’t matter which table you are sitting at.  Ask for a card.  Or two.  Or three.  Throw in your whole hand in exchange for completely different.  Maybe you’ll get what you asked for.  Maybe you won’t.  Maybe there is not that much thinking or haggling or strategizing involved.

Maybe if we overthink life, we are doomed to passivity.  Passivity has its place but it has no depth, no growth, no change, no opportunity of vulnerability.  It just exists.  Like that pile of cards on the table that is hiding the mate to my Slick Chick or my Hoppy Hippo.  No one wants to live the life of a Calling Station: “a weak-passive player who calls a lot, but doesn’t raise or fold much.  This is the kind of player you like to have in your game.”

Maybe it is true that we want this kind of player in our Poker game, but only if we want to clean up and win the pot.  But for me, winning is not what I am interested in.  I want all to win.  I want everyone to walk away from the table feeling good about life.  Maybe this is why playing “against each other” for M & Ms is preferable to $20-dollar bills.  No one is going to get mad because someone else won more yellow Skittles.  People come to the table with a different set of values placed on their investment depending on whether they are dealing in cash or in Jelly Bellies.

We don’t want to go through life passively rummaging around in the deck that is set before us . . . but who wants to go through life counting cards?  Keeping a poker face.  Bluffing to buy the pot without being called.  Holding your hand close to your chest.  Holed up in some smoke-filled saloon while keeping a pistol under the table, ready to fire at the least suspicion of any cheating.  (enter: piano man in the little hat and pin-striped shirt playing tinny-sounding ragtime music in the corner)  It sounds like an insane way to experience the present moment that is swirling all around.  Too much awareness can ruin the really spontaneous moments of fishing around and joyfully receiving a Wooly Lamb or a Gay Dog.

There is a vast difference between existence and living. I don’t know exactly how this all spells out into a code for living but it somehow does.  Like The Da Vinci Code, it doesn’t always go very deep, but it does scratch the surface.  And it certainly does get the attention of the code seekers.  There is always that.  We have expectations of how life is meant to be . . . but life is more about Implied Odds: “pot odds that do not exist at the moment, but may be included in your calculations because of bets you expect to win (italics mine) if you hit your hand.”

Whew.  There are SO many poker metaphors, similes, and analogies!  Someone, please, tell me to stop referring to the Poker Glossary.  Must.  Stop.  Looking.  My friend is right: Life IS a poker hand.   Still . . . there is that added bonus of seeking abundance in the ways that know no rules but that still keep me in the game.  Cultivating Mindfulness.  Integrity.  Clarity.  Balance.  Encouragement.  Taking healthy risk.  Taking inexplicable risk (aka “dumb risk” to the all-knowing observers).

In poker-speak, there is a hand called a Bad Beat.  It means that you have a hand that is “a large underdog” that “beats a heavily favored hand.  It is generally used to imply that the winner of the pot had no business being in the pot at all, and it was the wildest of luck that he managed to catch the one card in the deck that would win the pot.”  We all love underdog stories.  And it is even more fun to find yourself in one of these screenplays.  Local Girl Does Good and Wins the Pot.

I don’t know the rules of how all of this ties in with life or how life actually works as a game of chance, but I am very glad that I have the health, the vision, the vulnerability, and the opportunity to have an awareness of the concept of Adventure in the living years – even though there are times when I have been loath to discard while clutching my not-so-great cards.

Without Adventure and without being willing to play the game . . . the game of Go Fish or Poker or Set or Uno . . . there is no risk involved.  I don’t want to live my days disguising my “tell” – I want those around me to see me as transparent.  To see who I am.  And when I lay down my hand, I want to feel the satisfaction that although I might not have won every round, I was willing to take a risk.  There will be another opportunity to discard and ask for more.

Moments of bravery are required.  The poker word tilt is to “play wildly or recklessly.  A player is said to be ‘on tilt’ if he is not playing his best, playing too many hands, trying wild bluffs, raising with bad hands, etc.” I want to be brave.  I want to be a player that risks while hoping for a better hand.  There are times when I want to “play fast.”  I don’t necessarily want to careen through every single day on full tilt, but I want to know that I was willing to take a chance, to risk being wrong, to not live as if perfection were a lifestyle.

So, what’s your game?  Poker or Go Fish?  Hit me with a Royal Flush or a pair of deuces.  Tell me to Go Fish.  In an ideal world, I choose to be an adventurer on the High Seas of Go Fish.toaster oven

 

 

 

The definitions in quotation marks in this passage are from the awesome site: How to Play. [http://www.pokerstars.com/poker/terms/wordlist/]

 

 

 

 

 

Try Something New: Down at the Car Wash

I would not exactly say that I am claustrophobic, but I do not like the feeling of being in a room without having the windows open.  The door open, too.  My blood pressure elevates a bit.  I think about exit strategies.  I start to feel concern about hydrating.   And I want to be out in the sunshine or rain — as soon as possible.

My truck recently was baptized by what looked to be the aftermath of a rowdy seagull kegger.  Wow, was it a mess.  I suspect that they were up on top of the canopy partying it up and having a blast and not thinking hygiene.  Not to be crude, but it was pretty remarkable.  So an afternoon of truck washing was in order.

I always wash my truck myself as I don’t like being in tight places while being flailed, battered, and beaten about by high pressure hoses and those massive brushes that swoop in from odd angles to whap-whap-whap the sides of my truck.  It is a long journey for me through that lane of cleaning violence.  But after looking at my truck and surveying the extent of the bird party, I thought that I would Try Something New and go through the car wash.  Feeling fearless!

For those of you who go through car washes with great frequency, the only other things I can compare it to is perhaps playing violin at a recital, public speaking at a TED talk, standing at the edge of a precipice with a fear of heights, small rodents crossing your path in the kitchen, a spider dangling above your nose when you wake up in the morning, a snake curled around your carton of eggs in the root cellar, seeing a clown walking toward you in a dark alley, fear of failure . . . this sort of thing.

But cleanliness is a virtue, and I do like to feel virtuous.  I pulled up to the lane and was surprised to see that I was the only car there.  Perhaps because it was a lull between steady downpours, but I felt happy that there was no one behind me in line that would witness any ineptitude in me lining up my left wheels just so in the shoot.

The young man who met me was super tall and lanky.  It looked like he could handle a hose with a pressure washer.  And it made me happy that he was definitely tall enough to see and wash off the Party Vortex on the top of the canopy.  When I pulled up, his assessment was simply stated: “Wow, man!  You really need a wash.”  He walked me through the various options and, not trusting the thought of coating my vehicle in wax, I chose “The Basic Wash.”  He assured me that with The Basic, it was likely that most of the stuff on my truck would be removed.

I was able to miraculously line up the wheels just so.  Then he and his partner-in-wash started to spray the truck down.  I then felt even more panic.  I hadn’t asked if the engine should be on or off.  Intuition told me to not have the e-brake on.  But what about being in neutral?  Oh no!  I was going to be shunted through the tunnel without any sense of propriety.  I started to sweat.

The men were having a lot of fun as they worked.  The tall one blasted a dilute spray of gull waste at the short one.  Cussing ensued.  The tall one laughed.  Tall people.  I don’t know.

Blessedly, there was a pause in the initial washing, and I tentatively rolled down my window.  “Should I have it in neutral?”

“Man, you don’t want it to be in park or with the brake on.”

“What about the engine?  On or off?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

I am thinking, Doesn’t matter?  How can this be?  I opted for off.

Well, you veteran Car Wash people know that nothing bad happens when you go through the wash.  It is done in less than 2 minutes and you have a very pretty truck when you are done.  It is so shiny!  And I felt as if I had conquered one of life’s mysteries.  The tall one told me to not take off.   He wanted to polish everything up nice and pretty as a final courtesy.

I drove away happy with the experience.  While in the wash shoot, I did start to panic a bit, wondering why it was slowing down.  Do I have water in here with me?  A power bar? Should my antenna be rattling like that?   But instead of feeling stressed, I grabbed my phone and started taking pictures midway through the experience.  Nothing artistically stellar, mind you.  Just click click click.

So, my Try Something New is surely going to become a regular event in my life.  I now really like going to the car wash.  So easy and shiny and pretty.  And it feels good to know I am taking care of my truck.

My Try Something New for tomorrow?  I am not sure.  It hasn’t revealed itself yet.  But this passage of doing something extraordinary (for me, that is) every single day has really opened up all sorts of possibilities in life.  Like ordering a honey martini for the first time, trying a new dance move, introducing myself to someone whom I see out and about town all the time, not caring about my boss’s bad jokes about my hair, wearing something that is not black, white, or gray . . . these things sound small and inconsequential but they are moving things around.  Molecules are being re-arranged.  Life is being renewed and cleaned and made shiny.toaster oven

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“Life. It’s given to you. It’s a gift.”

gratitude-rainbowspiral1” . . . life is rich, beauty is everywhere, every personal connection has meaning and . . . laughter is life’s sweetest creation.”                       — source unknown —

Gratitude.  What is it?  So many things and feelings and experiences.  It is simply enormous.  It is a whisper of a breeze.  It is beauty.  It is real.  It is vapor.  It is life.  We all have our own unique way of experiencing gratitude and of returning it to others.  Gratitude makes the world go around.  It is a gift that creates a good day.

always believeI have this quote hanging in my office on the wall near my computer: Always believe that something wonderful is about to happen.  I l-o-v-e this quote.  It is another way of saying that cultivating gratitude matters.  It is important to believe that something wonderful is about to happen.  It feels so great to just give in to the belief and go with the flow.

This video by Louie Schwartzberg is so very very beautiful.   I watch it when life feels absolutely fantastic and again when life feels as if it needs a reminder to look out, look up, look within.  Believe.  Celebrate.  Embrace the incredible gift of today.  Give to others.  And give some more.  Be happy. Cultivate mindfulness of the beauty that is all around.  Smile.  Laugh at the funny and at the absurd.  And at myself.  Live a life of gratitude and appreciation.

“Life.  It’s given to you.”

May “everyone you meet on this day . . . be blessed by your presence.”  Thank you for joining me today and for reading this post and blessing me by your presence.  It makes me supremely happy to know that we are sharing this moment of significance.  Thank you!

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Tell them you love them.

 

 

Quotation-Lao-Tzu-life-strength-love-wisdom-courage-inspiration-Meetville-Quotes-278934I have a bumper sticker in my shower that reads: Being deeply loved gives you strength.  Loving someone deeply gives you courage.  — Lao Tzu

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Anais Nin wrote: Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.

I teach Logic and Philosophy.  I look for both bold and  hidden connections within words, sentiments, and images.  When I read these two messages, I see a clear pattern.  If loving someone gives you courage . . . and life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage . . . and I want my life to expand (not shrink) . . . then I want to love more.  And then some more.  And even some more.  My life expands in proportion to being courageous and loving more.

I recognize that this is not the wisdom of the ages I am launching here.  This connection of courage and love and expansion has been written about, sung about, painted about, danced about, and spoken about since the beginning of time.  What does feel significant about this are those moments in the day when I feel this connection and I take action as a result of this awareness.  It feels so great to just say it: I love you.  So much.

One more great quote: “Whatever you do, don’t let another moment pass without telling the people who are important to you that they are loved. You never know when it will be the last thing they hear.” — Hayley Hobson

Very incentivize-ing.  Today, like every single day I have left on the planet, is the time for me to say it: You are loved.  I love you.

All we need is love.

All we need is love.  How many problems or challenges could be solved if only love were present?  How great would life feel if we could experience love everyday?  True love.

Some believe that to define True Love ruins its purity.  I understand this sentiment, but I am a researcher and I want to know what others think, feel, perceive, and believe about Love . . . I want to grow my awareness of expressing True Love.

“Perhaps it’s because true love has different meanings for different people. Dr. Neder defines true love as caring about the health, well-being and happiness of another person to a greater degree than your own health, well-being and happiness.”

“Christiane Northrup, M.D. says “True love is when you care enough for another person to allow them the space and time they need to become all they can be.”

“Kathlyn Hendricks, Ph.D,. and Gay Hendricks, Ph.D., say that true love occurs when you shift from unconscious commitment to conscious commitment. . .  Conscious commitment . . . means that you reveal your true self to your partner and support your partner through thick and thin.”

Wow.  This is an amazing definition . . . shifting from unconscious commitment to conscious commitment.  I love this sort of thinking — and feeling.  Being mindful of your commitment to another.

“Laurie Moore, Ph.D., says all love comes from an open heart. “When you’re together, it’s open and safe at the same time.”

Open and safe.  Being mindful of your commitment to another.  Unconscious commitment to conscious commitment.  Allowing the other person the space and time they need to become all they can be.  Putting another person’s well-being and happiness above yours.

[Quotes above taken from: http://health.howstuffworks.com/relationships/love/everlasting-love-how-do-you-know-if-its-for-real1.htm%5D

The Starbucks Love Project is simply so beautiful.  When I watch this video, I can feel the Love.

. . . what is true, good, and beautiful.

beautiful leaves. positively positive. self love.“Live by the trinity of what is true, good, and beautiful.”  — Alexandra Stoddard —

Beauty.  I seek this.  I search for it all around me.  I use my senses to detect it and to make mental note of it.  I attempt to record it with my pen and with my iPhone and with my camera and with my paintbrush and with my mandolin.  When my soul says, This is beautiful, I try to capture it on the page.  It is so present, yet so elusive.

I can’t store it – no matter how many pictures at different angles that I take of it.  I can post it to my phone’s background and remind myself of that morning on the beach when no one else was there and the rainbow was just so stunning, but can I really experience it again by looking at it on my phone?

Real Beauty is experienced.  And created over and over within the moment.  It is what makes life so exciting.   Beauty lives within us. And it wants to be shared with others.  We all have the power to create beauty from that which is within.  We can make a difference by simply living.  By simply breathing.  By simply being present.  By being intentional in our loving.  By feeling blessed when we experience the trinity of truth and goodness and beauty.

 

 

Old School

Home Security, Old School

Home Security, Old School

Old School.  Oh, how I love old school.

  1. Reading a real ink-and-paper book.
  2. Feeding a wood fire.
  3. Hand knitting a pair of mittens out of leftover balls of yarn.
  4. Smelling wood smoke.
  5. Washing my truck with a bucket and hose in the driveway.
  6. Letting my feet pick out shoes in person, not online.
  7. Taking a shower outdoors using a bucket, a pulley, and a crudely-made tripod.
  8. Eschewing email and walking to someone’s office to see if they can attend a meeting.
  9. Laughing with someone in person.
  10. Reheating leftovers the old-fashioned way: on the stove or in the oven.
  11. Sending a handwritten letter to an old friend.
  12. Walking to the grocery store instead of driving.
  13. Sleeping in an old canvas wall tent.
  14. Listening to music while hearing the sound of a needle on vinyl.
  15. Clacking away on an old Royal typewriter.
  16. Cooking on a woodstove.

All very random things come to mind, and I love this stuff.

I am now voluntarily and consciously and happily amped up on digital options — which I do dearly appreciate.  I enjoy the benefits of having a computer with its backspace key, copy/paste options, and font changes.  My iPhone has command of my attention.  I love being able to text my Sweetheart and loved ones to tell them I love them.  And some days, my longing for Old School or Simpler Times feels to be absurdly archaic.  I have to ask myself, “Would I really trade my fabulous front-load washing machine for the old Maytag with the wringer that ate socks and seized up in the winter?  I know the answer.

Changes abound at lightning speed and I manage to keep up with the velocity, even when I am not consciously aware of doing so.  It is a bit a miracle, really.  How we swerve and maneuver through this thing called progress and improvement and convenience.  And Life.  I sometimes feel as if I have been thrown a’kilter with my intense desire to corral the slipperiness of time in order to prioritize, accelerate, delegate, procrastinate, designate, expedite, precipitate.  What’s that old Steve  Miller song?  “Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’ . . . into the future . . . there’s a solution.”  I am thinking, Do something Old School today.

 

What is that one thing?

What is that one thing —  that if you don’t do it everyday — you don’t feel quite right?

Running, playing music, hiking, taking pictures, gardening, speed skating, reading, playing water polo, geocaching, scrapbooking, quilting, rock climbing . . . What if no one had ever invented or discovered your passion?  Would you feel the gap?

It does seem that so many of the things that we love to do are derived from prior necessity. Someone had to learn to sew skins together to stay warm and someone else had to run to chase the herd or dodge enemies.  Someone wanted to climb cliffs to harvest eggs and someone else figured out a way to record stories with symbols in order to preserve them from disappearing.

So many of the things we love to do have a connection to the Mother of Invention.  And then I think about needlepoint or rock polishing or yarn bombing or collecting Beanie Babies or toy voyaging?  Could you live without Extreme Ironing?  Is ironing cloth while kayaking that one thing that you would just feel weird not doing every day?  This is not to diminish another’s passion — I celebrate creativity! . . . I just wonder about the evolution of the soul’s striving to express itself in modern times.  Viva la difference!  And bring the iron aboard, Matey!

We do, make, collect, expand, display, and learn.  My interests feel fairly global.  Nothing too over the top.  They are simple: Writing.  Painting with acrylics and junk jewelry and gauze.  Playing music.  Sharing with and laughing with my Sweetheart.  Dancing.  Researching the limbic system.  Going out for Happy Hour with friends.  Taking pictures with my new and awesome camera.  Walking my dog on the trail.  Pretty basic things, actually.  But I would feel really unsettled if I didn’t have these experiences in my life.  How much of what we do, we do because our soul just doesn’t feel right if we don’t do it?  Surely there is enough time in the days.  At least this is what I want to believe.

These questions came to mind as a result of a trip to the vacuum-cleaner-bag store — which also sells sewing machines and fabric.  The salesperson, Donna, was so enthusiastic about helping me, I asked her, “What is it you like about your job?”  Donna responded by saying, “I get to be around what I love.  I get to help people with their sewing projects and then I feel inspired.”  She went on to say that her husband had built a room onto their house so she would have a dedicated sewing room.  She  said, “If I didn’t sew every single day, I wouldn’t feel right.”

Wow.  I went in search of Type A vacuum bags and left with a good dose of inspiring enlightenment.  Her passion for sewing was so evident and inspiring.  I wondered to myself, “What is it that wouldn’t feel right not doing every day?  What would I do without _________?”

It is a good question.  Since meeting Donna, I have been consciously investing time in those things that really make me happy.  Prioritizing that which I naturally love to experience.  I love dedicating Sunday afternoons reflecting and journaling with my two best-est friends.  I really miss dancing if I don’t go at least once a week.  Twice is better. Thrice is the trifecta for my week.  If I don’t get paint on my hands at least once a month, I get restless.  I can’t imagine not laughing with my Sweetheart when we are together.  If I don’t write every single day, I feel weird.

Surely, this is what Donna was talking about.  If we don’t answer to our own selves, than we aren’t going to feel connected to Self at the end of the day.  Like there is some unfinished business just wanting to be completed — something that spills over into the next day . . . and the next. Like some creativity that is wanting to be expressed in 3-D on canvas.  Those running shoes that want to commit some memory to pavement.  Some invention that is simply nagging to be discovered.  Some research that is demanding a question to be answered.

It is like hearing an added sixth chord on a piano.  Would someone, anyone (!), go and resolve the dissonance, please?  Suspense is greatly (!) appreciated in jazz and in life but do allow me to experience a classical resolve as well.  I love that feeling of returning home.

What is it that you so love to do, if you don’t pay it any heed, you don’t feel quite right?  What is preventing you from embracing it and having some fun with it?  I am beginning to suspect that we are born with a compass of passion — that instrument within that guides us to do that which feeds our souls.  I love playing music and when I don’t prioritize it, something is out of balance.  I seek the resetting of my inner compass that will point me back home to that place of consonance.

 

The History of the Soul

Profound words fromYeats’ The Speckled Bird:

“We will change all things if we can make the imagination sacred.  But all the images and impulses of the imagination, just in so far as they are shaped and ordered in beauty and in peace, must become sacred.  To do this they must be associated deliberately and directly with the history of the soul.”

Making the imagination sacred . . . deliberately and directly with the history of the soul.  These are some very very beautiful words.  When I read them, I feel engulfed by an unexpected blessing.  Such is the power of words and such is the power of aligning with the history of the soul.  The soul is old. And it has so much to share and to convey.  When I listen to my soul, I feel nurtured, guided, blessed, encouraged. And also questioned and mildly chastised in the ways of an old friend who knows my predilection to possibly  not advocate for myself or revert to unhealthy patterns.  How do you thank your own soul for being faithful and true to course? It is pretty amazing how we unerringly know that which is best for our own respective sense of Sacred.  This is very large stuff.  Maybe it is time to stop and appreciate our own selves for shaping and ordering Sacred into our days.

I LOVE Yeats’ words.  I have the power to change all things if I honor Imagination.  What a beautiful and risky and wild and easy choice.  When I allow for Sacred, all things are possible.  I want to fling open the door and welcome Imagination into my life.  Offer it the seat of honor at the head of the table.  I want to be mindful that it is best shaped and ordered in beauty and in peace.  What an amazing thing to be mindful of cultivating: beauty and peace.

I am reminded to honor my history while shaping and ordering with intention.  This is all such an enormous thing to realize when we discover that we have created such a moment by simply being ourselves.  By being transparent with others.  By laughing until our sides hurt.  By loving another with an easiness that transcends any sort of explanation.  By being willing to share our Sacred.

All while shaping and ordering and imagining a moment of bliss and generosity that will be included in our brief history.