Live your life as an Exclamation rather than an Explanation.
~ Isaac Newton
Croning My Way Through Life
The same could be said for painters, graphic artists, sculptors, musicians, quilters, calligraphers . . .
There are moments when everything in life becomes crystal clear. Quiet moments, moments of perfect connections; moments of peace and moments of exhilaration.
Not everyone connects with their soul in peace and quiet. Not everyone can meditate, or go to church, or walk through the woods.
But we all find a way.
Sometimes we find our place in the cosmos reading a story to a child. Or cuddling and snuggling. Sometimes it’s found in sitting quietly and petting a purring cat. Some connect with their inner magic reading poetry or writing it.
I sometimes wonder why we don’t have that cosmic moment more often. Why it’s so hard to hold onto that feeling of total satisfaction, total acceptance, along with the positive anticipation of tomorrow’s dreams.
At this particular moment I am sitting with the computer on my lap, looking out the window at the morning sunshine, listening to a playlist called Book Club on Spotify. Everyone is still sleeping. The shadows created by the trees around the house play with the sunshine on the deck railings, reflecting the breeze that’s come out to play.
This particular moment is perfect. I know and accept who I am. I’m not competing with anyone else for attention, affection, or acknowledgement. The music takes me to dreams beyond the distant clouds, showing me unlimited possibilities.
But I know this moment of clarity won’t last.
Soon everyone will wake and the bubble will pop. Things like laundry and football games and fetching the dog and paying bills will take over my Sunday, pushing me in other directions.
I will miss this moment of clarity.
Perhaps it’s better we get moments like this only now and then. Perhaps if we lived in perfect acceptance and understanding there would be no growth. No more ah-ha moments.
No more cuddling moments.
Find your moments and let them connect to your deepest self. Know that more moments will come, often when you least expect it. Learn to acknowledge them, to grow with them, and to love them. Then learn to let them go.
That’s what being human is all about.
The mind is a powerful thing, isn’t it?
It’s amazing how much control it has over each and every one of us.
Magazines and TV and movies depict women as skinny and beautiful. We look at them and think of how much less we are then they. Everyone around you has sweet, adorable children. It puts our choice of not having kids in doubt.
We KNOW we are right in most — if not all — of our decisions in life. Yet our mind tries to second guess our determination. Our mind tends to go off of emotion and not common sense.
And we let it.
Now many of us have some control over our minds. An impulse to punch someone in the face or stab someone in the back is quickly dissolved and rationed away as PMS, bad mood, stress, or just Tuesday. Our desire to take off to Paris for the weekend is tempered by keeping our job and our bank account.
Why are we so weak on defending the rest of our spirit?
It’s probably easier for some than others to shut your chattering, wandering, judgemental mind down. To put it in its place. I know it’s a constant battle in my head. I’m not young and blonde and beautiful. I’m 64 and short and pudgy. I’m not a CFO or CEO. I’m more like UFO. But to tell the truth, it’s an uphill battle to shut off and shut up my comparison psyche.
Look at what happens when we “put our mind to it.” We create masterpieces. We decorate our homes, paint pictures, make fantastic quilts and shawls and jewelry. We become writers and teachers and financial experts. We save money enough to vacation, tour, lecture, and learn.
Yet our minds tell us we’re not good enough because we’re a couple of pounds overweight or our hair is starting to turn gray or our job is merely a waitress or a data clerk.
We let our wandering minds wander all over our goals and dreams.
I see it time and again. In blogs and social media, at work, at the gym, at the playground, in shared whispers with friends and family. If only I were… If only I could…We look to an altered version of ourselves to be happy. To be successful. To be in love. Like true peace of mind and soul is out there somewhere.
You all know what I’m going to say. Because you know it’s true.
True happiness isn’t out there — it’s in HERE. In your head. In your aura. Look at how easy it is to take a situation and turn it around. Half empty or half full.
It’s all your choice.
Choose to be happy. Pick positive over negative.
Think it’s hard?
Just try it. Just CHOOSE.
Your soul will thank you.
Do you ever get confused with all the positive affirmations floating around the Web?
Life being what it is, do you find it hard to reconcile your own confusing ups and downs with the positive verbiage that continually pops up on your Facebook and Twitter and in your emails?
Beautiful thoughts build a beautiful soul.
The thankful heart opens our eyes to a multitude of blessings that continually surround us.
Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is opinion.
Trust me. No one enjoys (or needs) positive vibes more than me. I like that when the rain clouds come (and there’s no accompanying thunder to rattle my soul) there are positive vibes out there that let me know that tomorrow’s another day.
But positive affirmations don’t help me feel better at the moment when I make mistakes at work or when I can’t get my hair to look more than a flat bathing cap or when I walk in the door and the dog has shred important paperwork.
It’s those times my mind wanders to those “other” affirmations that are more like the beginning of an anger management class.
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
You know nothing, Jon Snow.
Eat my road grit, liver lips.
I mean, come on. Didn’t you secretly enjoy Chevy Chase kicking the crap out of the Santa and reindeer in Christmas Vacation? Didn’t you do a little huzzah when Rhett told Scarlet “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.” All the wrongs of the day disappeared with one snarky word or movement.
Sometimes I plain like my negativity. Sometimes I enjoy the fantasy of punching out someone who has crossed the line too many times. Sometimes I love standing in the middle of the room and shouting the “F” word five times. We’re not psycho — we just need an instant relief from the stress of whatever. And that moment of fantasy lets the pressure out of our pressure cooker.
The trick is to let those negative flashes happen, and then let them dissipate, our angst and frustration dissipating with them.
Like Captain Kirk in the Final Frontier.
Damn it, Bones, you’re a doctor. You know that pain and guilt can’t be taken away with a wave of a magic wand. They’re the things we carry with us, the things that make us who we are. If we lose them, we lose ourselves. I don’t want my pain taken away! I need my pain!
I think that’s what life is all about. We are who we are from the highs and lows we’ve experienced. I do believe we need to take negative situations and get positive results from them. I don’t believe in living in the past, for we can’t change what has happened. But we can change where we go with that experience.
As you get older, your well of experiences goes deeper and deeper. You learn to let go of what you can’t change, and to make the world a better place from what you’ve learned. To protect others. To teach others not to make your mistakes. And, if they have made your mistakes, how to correct them quicker.
Life is one big cliche. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Affirmations make the truth easier to swallow. Winter will bring snow, the sun will shine, and you will smile again.
It’s the circle of life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle
The circle of life
Oh geez — now I need a shower from that sugar bath —