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Forgive Me, Please….

Please
Forgive me
ūüôŹ
Anytime I lose my head
And complain
About anything
That has happened to me,
While seemingly natural,
It means that I am stuck in the past
And not living in the moment
Worse, I’m not being grateful for what is
Being completely here
Present and focused
On what I have
Blessed for everything
For everyone
Without condition
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Please
Forgive me
ūüôŹ
Anytime I lose my head
And if I do complain
About anything
That has happened to me,
Allow me the sanctuary
Even if means momentarily
I am venting about the past
And not living in the moment
Knowing full well
I’m not being grateful for what is
Or, being completely here
Present and focused
On what I have
Blessed for everything
For everyone
Without condition
And, I too
Will hold space
For you
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Please 

Forgive me
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MY NAKED TRUTH

What is your naked truth?

At what point does panic strike you?  Not set in, but hits you in the face with a sledge hammer?   When do you sincerely feel the pain, and when does that pain become too much to bear?

Have you ever been in an enclosed room with a low ceiling and the water rising?   When the water begins seeping through the walls did that get your heart racing?   How about when it was at your knees?  When up to your neck with your body submerged did you feel you were still in control?  How about when it rose above your lips, your eyes, until your whole head was under water?  Were you able to stay calm throughout?  Did you forget about all your worldly problems?   Was life instantly put into perspective?  And, most importantly, were you able to hold your breath long enough?

It may not have been rising water that pushed your panic button. It may have been a health, financial, spiritual, emotional, or other issue that did it for you. ¬†I know at least 7 people that I have met personally who have been brought back to live after having breathed their last breath. ¬†One was a gentleman who was pronounced DOA , but the irony is that this was not his worst day. ¬†He instead proclaimed proudly, “it was the best day of my life.”
Recently, the water has been up to my proverbial eyeballs, and I kept feeling the water rising.   Did I panic? Yes, on multiple occasions.   My feelings were of being completely alone, isolated, frustrated, and lost in terms of how I was going to get myself out of the situation.
It is the not the first time I have been in a panic, and for the very similar reasons.   From this experience I have learned the following and more:

  • Empathy and Compassion
    • My empathy is such that I understand that everyone goes through pain, and we all handle that pain (and panic) differently. ¬†I go inwards, others the opposite. ¬† We all find our our way.
  • Forgiveness
    • My forgiveness really was about forgiving myself for being in this situation, and for having it happens more than once. ¬† Through this process, it has helped me to learn:
  • Unconditional Love
    • My unconditional love can be summed up with my now adult children. Whenever I have communication with them I tell them “I love you, and I am proud of you”.
  • Peace, Happiness and Joy
    • My natural state is being happy, and being nice, to myself and others. ¬†While walking this morning, I waved and said “Hello” ¬†to every person I met and saw on the street. ¬†In my authentic state, I don’t wait for someone else’s greeting. ¬†I don’t wait for someone else to be nice to me. ¬†And, I certainly don’t find my peace happiness and joy in anything externally, I go within. ¬†¬†
From my most recent panic situation, I realize the importance of focusing not on what I don’t want but rather focus on what I do want. ¬† Pretty easy, right?
 
How often do you focus on what you don’t want? ¬†Whether it be personally yourself? Or, with others in your life? ¬†And, on a more global scale as well?¬†
 
Have you defined what you want?  Really?   Have you?   Personally, and professionally?  
 
For myself, I thought I wanted money in the form of being independently wealthy; healthy, in the form of being in the best shape of my life;  happy, in the form of  enjoying every minute of life.
 
And, while I do, those things are not really what I want.  I want my life to be a love affair (with myself and others). 
 
When I’m in love with life, I want to share that. I love making others feel better about themselves after they have been in my company than before. ¬†I love inspiring others, I love thinking and believing in ways that is sometimes in contradiction to everyone I know; ¬†I love finding my way, and it may not but your way (in fact it won’t be, and that is what makes life amazingly awesome); I love my house as much as I love any person; I love my dog, as I love any human; I love being with that special someone who is my champion in every sense of the world, and I theirs; I love the ground I walk on as much as the sky above; and, I love being me. ¬†
 
I have many quotes I have written and one is, “every day is a good day. It’s only the moments within each day that differs.” ¬† The moments they may be exuberant; they may be exciting; or, they may be despondent; and, they may even be horrific. ¬†¬†
 
When life is put into perspective, it is a miracle to be alive.  We may have almost drowned, but we have come out alive.  We have an opportunity, if not to do the impossible, to at least find the the naked truth that rests inside each of us.

Help Is On Its Way

The young girl peered out the window seeing an elderly man in looking like he was walking aimlessly. Lost.  She rushed out and went up to his side.

“Where are you going?” ¬†She inquired.

He looked down at her, and smiled. ¬†“Where are you going?”

The girl wrinkled up her nose and whined, “OK.¬† Look, I’m just trying to help you, Mr.¬† What’s wrong with you out here wondering about?”

With but a smile, the withered figure hobbling on a crooked leg and a limp in his walk, continued down the path of an empty dirty road.

He said nothing without breaking his lumbering stride.

With a look of shock, the young girl looked out in the distance to see the decrepit house at the end of the trail, stopping in horror at the thought of what lies ahead.

“You can’t go there.¬† That’s where that wicked man lives.” ¬†The stories she had heard. ¬†“He’s done very, very bad things.¬† It’s dangerous. You can’t. You can’t.” ¬† She begged.

Without missing a beat, he responded in kind, “I have, and so have you, done bad things” as he continued on his same course.

“But, but, Mr. please.” ¬†Trying to get him to come to his senses. ¬†“He is sick. I heard he’s even dying.”

He turned not to her, but kept his gaze straight forward. “Yes, he is.¬† We all are. And, so are you.” ¬†His only reply as he continues forward.

Exasperated, she throws up her arms and screams. ¬†“I am not responsible if you fall on your way down this path.¬† I’m not going to come get you if you start screaming for help.”

“Help, yes we can, when we help ourselves.¬† Help others we must, as we should ourselves.” ¬†His voice trailing off at the end.

“Why do you talk in riddles?¬† That’s not very nice.” She inquired. “And, why don’t you slow down?” ¬†As she tried to keep up.

There was silence.

The silence grew louder, as the little girl became more and more frustrated with this grumpy old man who refused to understand the danger he was in by going to places he shouldn’t be going and seeing people he shouldn’t be seeing.

Finally, he spoke as he walked. ¬†“One day, you too may be living in that old broken down house, sick, alone, and dying. And, if that day should come to pass, I’ll come and see you too.”

Stammering away, she looked down at herself no long a little girl. In fact, she wasn’t a girl at all.¬† She, herself was as old as he, and she too had a crooked leg and walked with a limp.

I See The Light, By Cathy Roberts

I see the light …….
the light in you …….. ¬†¬†…….
that reflects back to me …….. ¬†¬†
………..¬†the true you that I didn’t see!!! ¬†
 
Forgiveness for thoughtlessness
…….. days of uncertainty cloud my perception
…… changing the reality I should see!!!
 
The door is open through the mind …….
at the point of seeing ……..¬†¬†.
……..¬†what my heart couldn’t see!!!
 
Forgive me if I ever hurt you with my words …….
never my intention to make you small ……..
you’ve been a great teacher through it all!!
 
Your heart is big ……..
your light is great …….. ¬†
……….¬†you shine so brightly
…….. even in your darkest flight!! ¬†
 
Love you ……
for all that you are ……..¬†¬†
……. a diamond in what can be
“the roughness of life”
@By Cathy Roberts
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