You may not know me
And, even if you do
Do you see me?
Do you hear me?
And, even if you do
You may not know me
At the beginning of the day
I want you to be you
That’s all I want you to be
Nothing less, nothing more
It may, or may not
Fit neatly into my paradigm
But, at the beginning of the day
I want you to be you
That’s all I I want you to be
In the air that we breathe
Under the stars we share
Just follow the rays of the sun
To the place I have been
Forward I must
Forge into the untold story
Charging without any sword
Into the magical unknown
And, wonder, where worlds
But, open, from the inside
I won the lottery
The universe showered me with everything
I need to make it happy and joyful
I am eternally blessed
For every single person
who has ever graced my path
I am immeasurably grateful
That I see each as neither good or bad
But all, every one, as integral to the journey
I am so incredibly appreciative
For every experience I have ever had
As they all are a part of life’s unfolding
There is nothing left to say
When it comes to the end
Except, “Thank You!”
My philosophy is that we can only focus one thing at one time, and as such, we can either focus our energy on what we want (which is what is most common) or what we have. I have chosen to focus on the latter by practicing unconditional gratitude for everything and everyone. In doing so, the more I am thankful for what I have, the more I feel deep satisfaction with life in the moment. Coupled with that, what I want will manifest itself organically if I only allow it to be through my thought and action.
It was only a couple of years ago when I taught vision board classes, and up until last year, I have had multiple vision boards up in my office. When I became really honest with myself what I put on those boards were not really what I wanted, but rather, what I thought I wanted. Those are two very different things.
Through my research, I would ask those I worked with the question not only what do you want, but “What do you really want?” The reason? Because, while a relationship, for example, was often an answer was it really what they wanted?
Being in a relationship does not necessarily equate to instant happiness. In fact, many relationships are toxic, abusive even. Worse, a lot of them were miserable being themselves and their thinking was that by being in a relationship it would save them from their own demise. Some it did, but most of the time, whatever they felt prior to the relationship was what caught up with them while in the relationship.
Through this, and other personal revelations, I became increasingly more focused on the daily practice of being grateful for what I have and where I am right now. If I am single, I am making the very best of being single and enjoying it to the hilt. If I am in a relationship, I am doing the same. And, this is my practice across all aspects of my life.
This also is not something that is part of a new year tradition. In fact, as much as I honor and love to celebrate, I am partaking less and less in conventional norms like making resolutions for the new year. That is, in part, due to time becoming more and more of an illusion.
I saw no difference between my day on Monday (the 31st) and Tuesday (the 1st). The calendar may have changed, but that was about it. Instead of focusing on time in a more traditional linear line, my only reality is now.
All I can control is right now. Everything else I cannot. I can plan for tomorrow. I can hope that tomorrow will be better than today, and I know it will be, but my energy is staying present and enjoying whatever I am doing right now.
No matter the day, the year, I may not know exactly what I want, but I can always be grateful for what I have. It does not mean I do not have goals, dreams, ambitions, but those I put out into the universe and detach from the outcome.
I write letters to myself, and write stories about how it feels to have received whatever it is I want or to have something I desire accomplished. I see it as already being done, but again, I give that attachment away.
The common question is, “What do you want?” or “what are you doing?” (meaning what are you doing to get closer to what you want) but quite unique is the question, “What are you grateful for?”
I LOVE You!
…The ocean breeze
I Love Me!
Love, the only energy there is. Only a few days ago it was reported that a football player, possibly one of the dirtiest in the league, may have his career threatened due to concussions. He may no longer be able to play due to compounded blows to the head. And, while he may play outside the rules I cannot wish him harm. I cannot say, “karma” because all I can see is not just him, but the collateral damage, which is his family. Everyone has parents, and while I don’t know if he is married and has kids, but if he does, then they too will suffer from him not being able to make a living doing what he does.
Love, the only energy there is. In this political environment, it is said that we are more divided than we have ever been before, which is a sad testament to history because there is a little thing called The Civil War not too mention have we not always been divided in our thinking? So, while the circus has gotten crazier by the second someone professed that they wanted to see “Trump die”, to which I had to reflect back to only a few years back to when Obama was in office and I heard someone say that “Obama should be hung”. What is the difference? Matching hate with hate is never going to win, (and bombs never drop in a straight line, because there is always collateral damage), so just because someone may not coincide with the a belief system or is acting in ways that is misrepresentation of their position it does not mean that someone has to sit idly saying that is ok. To the contrary, there is a time to stand and a time to sit (or kneel). There is a time to fight and a time to retreat. So, while the visceral cries that it is ok to call Hillary degrading names, and thinking that is ok, it is not. Worse, professing that Trump is a child and in response calling him degrading names is the epitome of acting childlike, although that in itself is a disservice to children, because children we would punish for the same behavior. And, yes, these are crazy times but there is a way to agree to disagree without needing to get nasty, because “an eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.”
Love, the only energy there is. The day after 9/11, in one of the darkest times of US history my neighbor came to me on the steps out front of my apartment where I asked where he was on the fateful day before. He was traveling, but because of the mass hysteria, I got caught up in it because he was from Saudi Arabia. The wave of fear screamed, “You can never be too careful” and that systematic discrimination is ok, and yet standing before me was a friend. We played basketball together. We hung out, and as we talked I realized something. He did not over night change. It was I who did, but then I remembered who I was, and when he invited me to the mosque I accepted. My kids and I not only went once, but we went back on many different occasions, although the initial time I sensed they were more scared of me than I was ever of them. They shared horror stories of living during this time, and what they had to endure. It was not long after when driving home from Miami, and bored, I turned on the AM radio to hear a preacher claim that we need to “kill all Muslims”. It still gives me chills to think those words were actually broadcast. And, only this week I was reading about the million and some Muslims held in captivity in camps in Russia when discovering that there was a strong sentiment, not an outrage, but rather that this practice should also be done here in the United States. And, then I remembered all of the men, women, and children I became friends with while at the mosque. I recalled my former neighbor, Omar, who I spent hours with talking about everything and nothing at all. I saw them all not as Muslims, but as human beings. I saw the love that they shared with me, so I can only reciprocate the same.
Love, the only energy there is. When driving down the road, there is nothing more infuriating than the terrible drivers who are out there. Driving on the shoulder while everyone else is stopped, honking insensibly, just to name a few. Although one of them was a friend of mine whose husband had stomach cancer. They could not afford the many times that they had to go to the hospital, so an ambulance was out of the question. Instead, they would go by car necessitating they get their as quickly as possible. So, when I hear someone being impatient, I never may know where they are going and how critical it is that they get to their destination.
Love, the only energy there is. In December, I went to the tree lighting ceremony in West Palm. While I could take or leave the ceremony itself, I was in awe by the diversity in age, in ethnicity, and I loved seeing so many people come together and get along, have a good time no matter where they are from or what their politics may be. The same for when I went to a concert and saw 70 some year olds getting down, dancing the night away with kids right along side. Everyone having a good time!
Love, the only energy there is. Gossip travels at the speed of loose lips, and it matters not whose hips may be involved it seemingly gets attention because someone somewhere thinks that whatever someone is doing behind closed doors is acting immoral. Yet, for as many times in the past when I have heard women talking negatively about the men in their lives it is equally as much men talking negatively about women. The worst I hear is that all women from Boca are “bitches”, which begs to question how the imaginary line is drawn and how someone from Delray or Deerfield is somehow so much more angelic. Or, if they cross over the line do they automatically turn to the dark side?
How about people are people. Everyone has a bright side and a dark side. Everyone has a story – good, bad and ugly about them self. Everyone is doing the best they can, right?
No. Not in terms of pure potentiality, but in terms of the best they can with the resources they believe are available to them at any given moment in time.
Who am I to say?
The world, it has its share of problems. Are they worse than ever, or is this merely a matter of continuation from then to now. The only real difference is the 24/7 seven days a week scrutiny on everything and everyone.
Oh, yes, those journalists. They too are “bad”, but then again I am one of them. I write interviews, and a lot of them people may not only disagree but not like, or even like me because I write them. So, be it.
I am not going to treat others based upon their reflection of me. I am going to treat others how I want to be treated. I am going to see no difference between the sane and insane, the sinner and the saint, men and women, rich and poor, democrats and republicans, the religious and the atheists, or…..
…..from me and you.
I LOVE You!