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I AM APPRECIATIVE

I am appreciative

Of My Life

This morning, I woke up and opened my eyes yet again for another day.   I got out of bed, let my feet hit the floor, and without any assistance stood on my own two feet.  Without any conscious thought, I breathed in and out.   Into the bathroom I walked and there in the mirror I was introduced to my face, my body, my thoughts, my feelings, my circumstances, and my situations, and instead of looking away, I was able to smile embracing that this is the life of my dreams now.

Of My Love

Today, and each every day, is opportunity of infinite proportions to choose each and every thought, every word, every action, and I am fully responsible for my behavior.    Love is the light within that I choose to radiate allowing myself to become one with myself and the world around me.   Love not only of others, but of self,  of life, and love of living today embraced fully in the moment that is now.

Of My State

There may be circumstances and situations, there has been, and there will be, that will cause me to pause and to peer into the pond and to see myself in my own reflection.   My focus can either be on the problem(s) or the solution(s), but it is up to me to be fully accountable for my current state of being.    It is mine to choose to love myself as whole, to embrace the love that I am as enough, and while each and every day I get better and better, my life it is amazing and beautiful right now.

There is always something to be thankful for. (1)

 

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Release In Peace

Woke up from a dream

Although not last night

But, yet in the darkness

And, not the light

In the longest of hours

Therein gleamed much insight

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Expansion and opportunity

Not to struggle and fight

Rather to be at peace

Shifting from hapless plight

Oppression and chains

To powerful and ultimate might

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The distinction between

Is the ultimate foresight

Not blind by I, we, and they

  Nor black and white

Fake and real (what and who)

Neither wrong or right

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But to look beyond reality

That there is no copyright

The voice free to express

Or silent as the torchlight

Eternal is its flame

That burns so bright

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…We Can….

….We can
engage in dialogue
that allows other opinions
to be heard and honored.

…We can
have free speech
that does not include
hate speech.

…We can 
share ideas and expand our awareness
to other cultures and beliefs
without discounting their ways
or dishonoring our own.


…We can
lift others up
without having to drag
others down.
…We can
work together
rather then fight
over the perception
of what is right.


…We can
find common ground
and not necessarily be singing
the same song.

LOVE

I am In Love
With myself
And the world
Around me

Beyond the veil
Of good and bad
Of mistakes and failures
Of loss and gain
Of rich and poor
Of beautiful and ugly
Of masculine and feminine
Of strong and weak

To the most beautiful
Unconditional authentic self
And the world around me
In Love I am

I am in Love
With the Moment
And all the opportunities
Enveloping me

Beyond the veil
Of what was or could be
Of hurt or anger
Of lack or insecurity
Of guilt or resentment
Of doubt or uncertainty
Of tomorrow or yesterday
Of limitations or expectations

To the most beautiful
Unconditional authentic self
And the world around me
In Love I am

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.

HEY MISS, WAIT…….

I was standing in line (not “to see the show tonight”) but at Whole Foods with only one woman behind me and one woman ahead of me in the check out line. The women in front of me, grabbed her groceries and left not realizing she had left her purse behind. Neither did I, or the cashier, until we both looked up as the doors closed behind her as she left the store.

The reaction from the cashier was spontaneous. He grabbed the purse, closing the register instaneously, and ran outside to see if he could find her before she got into her car and left. The instant reaction from the woman behind me was of anger and frustration for the cashier. My immediate reaction was that he is “AWESOME”.

From one perspective, the there may be cause for the cashier to be fired. From another, the cashier deserved a raise. By The Way, (I tried to say), neither of us were wrong or right. Simply two totally different reactions to the same event.

Granted, I was is no rush. I had no timetable that certainly could have influenced my reaction. Likewise, the woman behind me may have already been late and was alerady rushing. She also may not have seen the entire scene but rather only the cashier leaving and running out the door not realizing the reason why.

When there are gaps in information, we so often fill those gaps with our own stories. The stories created in our head shape our reality, whether positive or negative.1510828_10152197150260854_760073879_n (640x640)