Maybe "color my world" is a bit cliche'? Simply stated, visually apropos and the feeling it gives me is one of hope. Hope is a curious creature. Without much of this virtue there is a prevading darkness in my world. However, the instant I recognize that I posses a flicker of it the light trickles in. Tiny specs of dust floating through a bay window at midday. Microscopic particles filtering in through every pore of my being. The lightness of my being becomes obvious as my spirits lift. I am grateful for the abundance of HOPE.
Twelve days ago when I began this post "character development" I seriously had the idea that I'd just skip along meditating and pick up baskets filled with virutes. Go me - I need another Kudo. Arrgghh. Much to my chagrin I am not living on easy street, I have not been handed anything in my entire life on a shiny silver platter and for the first time in my life I don't think too many other people have either. The slow realization that I only focused on the happily ever after part of fairy tales and have since come to an understanding that my happily ever after is grossly dictated by acceptance of life on lifes terms coupled with my new perspective that on their respective roads they- Cinderella, Snow White, and the other "Princesses" struggled and overcame enormous adversity gives me great freedom. Perhaps you are thinking - this chick should have realized these things earlier in life- but I didn't, so here I am. My motto at mid-life became “The unexamined life is not worth living.” (Socrates) Because for 90% of my life I lived as I felt or as I thought (misperceived) others to be living. A 180 degree turn from if it feels good do it and fake it til you make it! Coloring my world even with dark colors has a place.
Today, with that awareness, I am proud to annouce that I am part of the human race. In what compacity? Hm that remains to be seen. Just the ability to recognize that I am not the center of the universe but that I have my own gifts and that everyone has a gift is a gigantic leap for me. Puncturing my ego just enough to give my spirit room to grow has been a battle. That's part of the path. That's where the growth part of this journey comes in. Not in just picking up the baskets and skipping merrily along. It's okay to play in the daisy field. Lie on you back and stare at the sky all day long. But while you're lying there be grateful that someone is responsible enough to be preparing dinner for you! Someone is working or you'd starve and have to live in the daisy field. But don't stay in there so long that you forget what being a part of humanity is really about. It's about learning and growing. It's about self sacrifice. It's about the incredibly amazing spritual journey. The Valley of my Soul is fertile today with hope and love, from that love compassion will bloom just in time for spring. I will place them in a red heart shaped vase with three parts orange hope, 4 parts yellow love and much greenery. (Okay so I got carried away! I'm allowed, it's my blog)
Peace and grace
