Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Because I used to see her, once a month, for two years. And she’d always greet me with a friendly face and goofy story, probably her way of trying to mix a little lightheartedness with the heavy smell of the alcohol swabs and chemicals. She’d describe the latest antics of her crazy husband in such an animated way that the needle in my chest was like another member of the audience rather than an intrusion. I’d glance at the old woman in the chair next to me, the scarf around her bald head, the blanket tucked under her chin, sleepy, yet alert enough to follow along. Truthfully, all of us welcomed this distraction. She probably knew that.
She asked if I still had it. I covered my chest with my hand and smiled as I answered.
I thought about this bond we shared, as I walked to my car. And the depth of our connection I didn’t know, ten minutes earlier, even existed.
She’s one of my heros.
Monday, October 5, 2009
How do you make a decision between two uncertainties?
I think my answer to that question is different now than it used to be even a few years ago. I’m figuring out that my answer to a lot of things now is different than the recent past. Age, hormones (or lack of), experience, circumstance, evolution all probably contribute. Some events have changed me forever and I keep trying to figure out who I am now, why do I react this way instead of the usual that way? And sometimes I have flashbacks of the person I've been the last four decades. Is this what middle agedness looks like?
I’m trying to embrace the uncertainty in life. Because there is so much uncertainty, and getting my arms around it might help.
I'm not sure.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Funny how some truths don’t sink in until they’re packaged in a clown suit. I’ve known of it all along, under a different guise. I think, because I’m so close to it, I’m blinded. And whether I’m summoning the universe, or God, does it matter? As long as I’m wrapped up in gratitude, and awareness, and progression. and I ask.. and believe.. and receive.
And lately, I’m all about visualization. Because, for me, that’s been the missing piece. My worn out shoes from the spinning mouse wheel are proof. And so now I take time, I’m still, I’m open. Finally, in tune to what I want. What it is I really want when all external pressure and internal dialog is stripped away. And to see it so clearly, so intensely. There is power in the mind.
So my latest thing, among all of this, is to direct my attention, my energy, my intentions so that they are in alignment with what’s on my list. I believe that’s where miracles happen, and people, circumstances and situations start to shift in surprising directions. And the most important thing, for me, is to stay aware of them and especially… act on them.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
not on their negativity and hypocrisy…but on my awareness, on my ability to step outside their mud puddle.
not on her demand for attention, her antics to be acknowledged…but on my self-sufficiency, on my professionalism.
not on their back-biting, gossiping, small-minded, hateful attempts of ego-inflation…but on being, doing, saying, thinking, projecting everything its opposite. On humility, first.
not on being invisible to them…but being free of them.
not on hostility…but on being open.
Open during every challenge, ruffle, burden, puzzle, irritation that comes…
Focus on that, for now.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
They say: “nothing stays the same”, “change is the only constant”, “All is flux; nothing stays still.”
And yet, why do the same things, the same people, the same situations repeat?
They move around me, randomly, in and out of my lap.
Movement is not change.
“Well, you must have not learned your lesson!”
Please. That lesson book has been stained with red ink, wrinkled pages, and slammed shut long ago. I’ve learned.
I’ve white-knuckled through the growing pains, already. I’ve shifted, acknowledged, amended, and changed.
So, why, this, again?