Category: Encountering New Experiences

Stop Searching…

It seems there is always another mountain to conquer for so many people. When you are young you have to chase that dream, that elusive success or thing that will get you in. Some people spend their whole life chasing after things that they never should have chased in the first place. “They just maybe a better way, a better job, a better person, waiting for me somewhere” or so too many tell themselves. They never stop and appreciate all that they already have. Instead they continue to chase those things until they get to the cliff’s edge and in their desperation leap and fall.

From such a fall there is no redemption, no way to rewind and do things over. Instead they must accept their fate and either fight the inevitable or give in. So, before we get to the edge we need to step back, stop and think. “Have been chasing pavements all this time? This is what we need to know, what we need to decide. There are many no longer here with us who never had the chance to have this moment. Now they are gone. But we are still here and in a quiet moment of all the world’s noise, we need to decide to stop searching for things. To stop searching for wealth, health and happiness. To know that we an create happiness right where we are, right now. Stop chasing after the perfect time, because each time we reach for it it steps a little past our finger tips – and we only grab air…

Oh what we find,
 when we stop searching.
 Oh what we find, 
when we stop forcing.
 Oh what we receive, 
when we stop fearing. 
Oh what we become,
 when we just love. 
                      Creig Crippen

Walking that Treadmill…

Walking on a treadmill versus walking is a big difference. When you walk on a treadmill you walk aimless because you are walking in the same place. Many of us want to change, we want to grow and have new experiences but we are walking on treadmills. We think the same way we have always thought, do the same things we have always done, go the same places we have always gone, we become slaves to habits that have never served us and wonder why we are stuck. We want to shake off 2020 and all that did not go right but, we still are thinking about all that went wrong last year and have not committed to looking ahead. We are stuck. Escape is necessary but hard.

There are many who also think they are getting ahead but have not looked down to see that they are moving at a predetermined pace on a predetermined device. All that they have accumulated to themselves have bogged them down to remain in place. We may think we are in control but how many times do we feel out of control when we are overwhelmed by all that we are required to do. We certainly do not require it of ourselves, but some how, in order to pass the test we remain committed to a cause not our own. A cause that we can never explain without being more confused than we were a few minutes before we started our explanation.

And do not think for minute it is easy to get off. With many doubts about getting off, many choose to ride or walk it out until they can stop. However, a crazy though is to get off while you can even if it means risking all and grabbing back only the pieces of yourself. It will be worth it trust me.

I want to Be MORE Imperfect

I found myself reflecting on some wild expectations I previously had. I never said and would never admit it, but all my life I have worked hard at being perfect. Based on circumstances beyond my control and because of those circumstances being beyond my control, I have tried to do the right thing, to be what others said I was. However, the more I try the harder I fell and failed. I trying to be perfect I have taken countless Ls.

So, I have decided not to try anymore. I won’t try to eat the right thing all the time, because when I do I crave more of the things I try to avoid and that is maddening. I wont try to meet those deadlines, because something always happens to push them back. I won’t try to say the right things all the time, because I have grown to be the hypocrites I do not like. I won’t try to be nice when no one asked or expects me to be nice. I won’t try to be always right, because I now know the hard way, “The way of a fool is right in his own eyes, but a wise man listens to advice” Proverbs 12:15. I won’t try to measure up to the next person, because I do not want to be anyone except myself, I think I am good enough for me.

Don’t worry, I do not intend to dream less and work towards what I am suppose to have but, I do not need to do it all and be all and have it all. I am content do display my many, many imperfections like a battle scare well earned. I have earned each failure because each reminded me that I am alive and that I am strong. In trying to be perfect I almost went mad, but I did not. Now I know I will bend but wont break or shatter and I take heart knowing this as I move ahead.

We Made It!!

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Who knew victory would be so bitter sweet. Yes, so many of us for many reasons, especially because of Ms Rona were wondering if we would – many did not. Let’s have a moment of silent for all those who did not make it. Let’s have a moment for those who still cling to making it in 2021…

What a year it has been. Now we need to take some time to reflect on what we have learned about ourselves and about others. Let us turn those disappoints into lessons that will make us stronger and smarter moving forward. This year there were so many deaths to contend with, I truly came face to face with my mortality – I lost people I loved and at one point felt I would not make it – it was intense.

But here I am, still. And still, here you are. Let us just take the time to breathe deeply because we made it. Despite our differences, despite our challenges we are together in knowing that we made it for a reason. We are still here because we still have more to do and more to give. There is no room in this new year to doubt our place here, nor doubt that this time is our time. We must accept that the past has no hold on us, except that we must learn from it and the future is yet to come. All we have is each moment that we are here and we need to make it count. Make it count it just for ourselves but for others who will fall into our path.

All we have to truly carry into the new year is hope. When we say happy new year, we say it with the fervent hope that it will be so. Gone is the supercilious attitudes of last year, that we had a right to happiness, riches and boundless opportunities, because it is a new year. We have been humbled and now know how quickly things can change for the worst, ad keep getting worse.

But, hopefully we also take with us from 2020, a greater sense of confidence in our abilities and our stick-to-itiveness, a stubbornness to grow, thrive and flourish even in the most adverse of conditions. We climbed to the mountain top and we raise our hands in triumph. However, as we look out we see yet another mountain peak that we will have to get to and we have no choice to begin our descent to make our ascent to that new milestone. We don’t know what is to come but we know we that 2020 has given us a few more survival tools to take with us on the next stage of the journey.

Happy 2021, stay blessed and stay safe.

What Type of Flower Represents Hope?
Let’s walk on flower road…

Beware!

Beware!

A stab that went too deep
A wound never healed.
A thought that took life
though born in the gutter.
A look that could kill
sprung to life through strife.
A mind given to impressions
warped, twisted, diseased.
A word uttered without thought
leaves chaos in its wake,
destruction felt through the ages,
sails torn,
courses diverted
forever.
That decisive act
borne of confidence
shatters the timid,
annihilates the unprepared.

Beware!

What you thought was carefully crafted
falls down - 
dominos poorly stacked.
The plans you fashioned
on the backs of others
spins, attacks and devours
you.
That victory today celebrated today
tomorrow the foundation of your shipwreck.

Beware of the tide
and where it may lead,
down highways and byways
that bring you to your knees.

Would You Take It?

W0uld you take the road less travelled even if you had to leave everyone and everything you know? Would it be enough that this is what you are meant to do? Or would you huddle in fear of the unknown? These are some questions that we may be confronted with when we have to take the unpopular route. Those roads that make us more uncomfortable but in conquering offers redemption. We have to consider if the risk is worth pursuing something that has the possibility of so much loss. But when we must choose, which road will it be…

The Road Not Taken
                       by Robert Frost


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Song in My Heart

Song in My Heart

So faint and distant
it comes from a ghostly realm
where dreams go to die
and are no more.
It beats out of step 
behind a moldy door
left to fester and perish
no oxygen given
a place where no hope liveth.
But the song
the song is in my heart
covered under all the cobwebs
have almost pushed it out
into the cold...
Then sings my soul...
The song hangs on
clings to the last thread of stubborn will.
Or maybe a Spirit?
But I must bring forth this song.
Oh the song!
From generational curses
I must unearth this song.
Oh the song!
From death and hate
I must dig up the song.
Oh the song!
The song
the song!
It refuses to die.

It changes shape and space
but it remains the same.
A symphony of strange sounds
proclaims its immortality.
It rushes out from the dark places,
requires me to sing victory.
Because this song will never die
neither will I.
It is perfect
it is true
it is faithful
All this also I must be too.
I must find my new
yellow brick road
to claim my song.
Lost to me But never forgotten,
stolen 
but able to be restored.
My song-
only I can sing it -
the right way.
Oh the song!