Sometimes we have an Urge to Utilize Force. We see Waiting and Patience as the Enemy to Fruition. Not understanding the Actual Word.
Fruit.ion.
Fruit starts as a Tiny Little Bud. Then Passersby enjoy the Beauty of the Bud, then the Fragrance of the Flower. We Find Hope in the Unripened Fruit, and Love the Memories of the Taste of It. We enjoy the Wonderful Butterflies of Anticipation. We Dream of the Possibilities of the Fruit. It Gives Hope for the Future. Of Sustenance. Of Enjoyment.
Everything in Life is a Process. Whether it Be Personal Growth. Our Careers. Our Relationships. Every Stage is Beautiful. Culminating in Gorgeous Fruit if all Stages are Embraced. With Patience.
We are a Society of Rushers. Instant Gratification. We are those who Cut Down Trees of Possibility because of our Own Impatience.
Let’s Enjoy the Processes of Life. In Ourselves and In Others.
Our Dreams will Come to Fruition. Let’s Create an Environment Conducive to Growth.
Yesterday on my walk, I passed a Little Tree. It Stands Up to My Chin. Indescript. Almost Fragile. It could be said Almost Sickly. But Yesterday, I Almost Cried. I stood there Silently Staring at Little Twiggy Tree.
On it were Big Fat Apples. Beautiful Soft Green Orbs of Gorgeousness. More Apples Than Branches. Dear Little Thing.
Small But Mighty.
It Fed My Heart looking at That Little Thing. I Learned a Giant Lesson. Gods Quiet Voice Said…” Fruit is Never For the Tree. But For Others.”
That Sweet Little Flimsy Tree spent Its Energy Nurturing Sweet Fruit for the Nurturing of Any who Desired. It wasn’t Building Its Branches. Making Its Leaves Glorious and Full.
There it Was. Silently Offering to This Hungry World its Essence. Filling its Precious Purpose. So Quietly Offering its Precious Fruit.
Speechless by this Silent Lesson I Walked On.
Changed.
Humbled.
Even this Morning as I turned my Fireplace On for the First Time in the Chill of the Oncoming Autumn. I thought of Autumn Joys. Fires. Lamplight. Trees Shining Golden. Apple Pie.
Mine Began with My Mother. My Matriarch of Many Musterings. Mostly My Courage.
There were my Dear Sisters. We Rarely Fought and Fiercely Loved Each Other.
There was Sandi. My Beautiful Brunette Childhood Bestie. Her Tinkly Laugh and Freckles Bestrewn on her Darling Face. We never had a Fight.
There was Miss Brown, my Grade 7 teacher. She Loved me and Believed in Me. I Flourished in her class. I Learned I Loved Public Speaking. Speech Writing. Essays.
There was my Guidance Counsellor in High School. She loved me enough to Phone Home Personally if I Skipped Class. Deep Down I was Grateful.
There was also the Woman of Grace I lived with the First Year of Adulthood. Three Thousand Miles from Home. A Desperate Lonely Girl Found Solace Under Her Gentle Wings. I owe her My Life.
There was Rita. My First Female Coworker at My First Real Job out of College. She RODE my *ss. I had one case of stress induced hives after the other that first three months. I thank her. She taught me things. I knew she Loved Me enough to Make Me Reach For My Best Work.
That’s My Life to Twenty. It would take Too Long to Expound on More. Or to even state all the women who made a difference in my formative years. That’ll Be Another Blog Someday.
Thank You to All My Helpers and Missy Helper Helpertons. I love you all
These words are Echoing in my Heart this Saturday Morning. They were said by a man a Decade Younger Than Me.
A Nobleman.
Wise and Rich Beyond His Years.
He Labours for His Lord. He is a Minister For Christ. An American Transplanted to A Foreign Land. He is Poor, but He is Rich. A Moment in his presence is Healing. His Joy Contagious.
How can a young man who has Forsaken All for His Lord say “I’m Living The Dream” and His Spirit echoing and witnessing to his True Joy in it?
He Trusts His God Ordained Purpose. Unfeigned Faith in Our Calling produces a Joy Unsurpassing.
It causes us to Embrace.
Soar.
Explore.
Within the Confines of His Holy Will. We Understand wherever we have been Called, is where the Richness will be Found for us Individually.
So Today, My Soul says “I”m Living the Dream”
Here’s to Soaring. Here’s to Embracing. Here’s to Exploring the Beauties of His Will.
I awoke to the electric guitar floating over the morning airwaves. Two houses down is a garage band. It’s an odd time to be practising your chords, and if it didn’t Stir My Belly maybe I would’ve been a little annoyed. After all, the electric guitar is rather ear piercing more than it’s melodic. But it Stirred Me.
When I pondered why it awoke Butterflies Of Excitement in my stomach I realized it made me Grateful….
Grateful for Music. For Passion. For Those Who Dream.
It made me grateful for another day to Ignite My Own Passion. To work towards my dreams. To embrace this beautiful land of promise. To allow Hope to blow its soft gentle wind into my sails again.
I Inhale and listen to his Happy Although Screechy Chords, and I Smile.
Thank you Garage Band Electric Guitar Player. Thanks for the Inspiration.
We all have Big Dreams. We all want to Go Places. We dream of Reinventing, Rejuvenating, Restoring. Along life’s journey hobbies Get Shelved. Dreams Too. The Pertinent and Immediate becomes all consuming.
So Here’s to Starting Little.
Do you want to Climb Mountains? Let’s Start with Practising Endurance. Without Grit, no mountain can Be Scaled. Practice Endurance.
At our Careers. In our Homes. In our Relationships.
Pushing past Comfortable and Into Excellence.
Do you want to be an Artist? Be okay with Failure. With the Outcome of your Pursuits being a Caricature of Your Vision.
Be Okay with Starting Over. From Scratch. Next time you’ll be Closer to your Masterpiece.
Do you want to be an Inventor? Be a Creative Problem Solver.
Every Day in the most Mundane Tasks.
Think Outside the Box
When you Clean Your Car. Do Your Laundry. Shop for Groceries.
The Greatest Ingenuity comes from Rethinking Old Patterns.
Somewhere there’s a forest fire. A little deer has lost its home. The familiar tree where a little squirrel hides his nuts has gone up in flames. A pretty wildflower who worked so hard to unfurl its leaves towards the sun is withered and scorched. The smoke rises in dark clouds over a landscape that once held life and serenity to so many creeping things. A bolt of unfortunate lightning. A cigarette butt. A too bright ray of sun on a piece of errant glass. And a landscape is changed forever.
Slowly life will be restored, but it will be different than it was. For a while, there will be nothing appealing to the eye. But to the ants first, there will be signs. Signs of Restoration. A little blade of grass. A small fir tree will sprout. A brave little wildflower will birth its lime green head through the parched earth.
Not having lemonade in this house is akin to a crime being committed. I awoke last night at around 130 and am desperately thirsty for some of that wonderful summer time elixir. So i threw on my satin cargoes, a chunky knit sweater and flip flops. Opening my front door and stepping onto my verandah, the delightful summer night air made my heart so happy. The street so quiet and had an air of gentleness to it. I love my happy city. The dash board lights and the hum of the engine starting was kinda exciting at this hour. I made my way to the McDonalds down the street where the sweetest filipino lady sounded like she was living her dream as she took my order. I love non complainers. I decided on a mango smoothie and I decided to not go home.
I meandered the downtown core, along with the street sweepers and the commercial cleaning companies. The marble foyers of the sky scrapers gleamed in the incandesent light. The gleaming and beautifully designed security desks so architecturally perfect. The furniture in the foyers so classically modern. I felt like I was driving through a movie set. Where the characters are all still in their trailers. Like a pretend land of dreams.
Calgary is a land of dreams. I’ve come to adore my city. So clean and safe. Truly a city of promise and one where with hard work and dedication, even the wildest dreams are achieved.
Last night, the city of the Wild West was quiet and serene. Finishing the last sip of my smoothie I pulled into my drive and felt so full of gratitude for our lovely city. And climbed back into my bed, nestled in the heart of my gentle city. Happy and content.
Who is Looking in the Mirror at the End of a Day? A Human with Vulnerabilities. All over the world, you will find the majority of people standing before a mirror at the end of a day. Foam from their toothbrushes pressing the corners of their mouths.
CEO’s. Executive of This and That. Construction Workers. Mailmen. The Jobless.
Various Pyjamas or Lack Thereof. Through Common Ritual, we realize we are in a Common Experience.
Can we Just Stand Toe to Toe for a Moment?
The Executive of This and That Company is Scared Too. Just as The Jobless.
The Uncertainty of Life hangs in the Balance for them too. Inside an executive’s custom suited chest is a Time Ticker. At any Moment, things can Come to a Close. A Common Experience is Uncertainty. CEO’s go to bed on the Hope of Another Day. That the Sun will be on their face Tomorrow, the Wind on their Back. Just like the Jobless One on their Plastic Cot under the Charity Blanket at the Mustard Seed. Hoping against Hope. Why do we Feel Titles and Bank Accounts and the Trappings of Life make us Less Vulnerable to Fears and Uncertainty? It Doesn’t. Look at the Statistics.
Alcoholism and Suicide is Rampant too in the Upper Crust .
There’s the Common Experience of Hunger. In its Myriad Forms.
Hunger for Love. Support. Kindness. Warmth.
Everyone has this Common Need. At our Core, is a Common Longing to be Understood, Accepted and Adored. It’s an Ache in the Chest when it’s Denied. A wonderful Satiation fills the Soul when it’s Enjoyed. A Washington Lobbyist in their Office with Marble Floors and Sky High Views and the Parolee in the Garbage Strewn Graffiti Adorned Alley behind the Lobbyists’ Office are Equally Needy and Vulnerable to this Common Experience of Hunger.
Our Needs are Basic. Common. We are all Vulnerable.
No Bank Account, Title, Education can make us Less Vulnerable to These Things. We all Rely on Sovereign Grace. For Granting us Time and Opportunity. We Also Desperately need Grace from Each Other. From Humanity. I Pray we can Show Grace to Each Other.
Kindness. Love. Warmth. Support.
Without it, Society Crumbles. For it isn’t Strength of the Economy. Has nothing to do with Bears and Bulls in New York. Harvard can’t Teach It. The Greatest Good to our Fragile World is Grace.
Let’s Give Grace to Each Other. We’re all in This Together.
I Have Mine. If I just look over your shoulder and copy your answers, I will Surely Fail. My Exam is Tailor Made to the Lessons I’ve Been Learning. After all, My Life Courses were Different. Module One started Different than Yours. I can Guarantee you, my Last Few Modules were different too. Oh Yes, and the ones In Between. So, Your Answers for Your Life are Different from Mine. What works for you won’t necessarily work for me. As much as we are In This Together, we are facing that exam paper Alone. We each have the Master Teacher. He’s tirelessly prepared us for each test. Given us Perfect Counsel. Shown us where and how to Find Success. Not to Just Succeed, but to Flourish and Excel.
Since we ultimately can’t Take Advice from each other, I can Take Courage from your Dedication. Your Humility to Listen to the Teacher. Your Faithfulness to Show Up To Class every day. Basic Class Rules are the Same. Kindness. Love. Forgiveness. Humility. These I’m Inspired to see my classmates Adhere To and Love.
I’m kinda glad it’s just My Paper. To my Teacher, I Pass or Fail. For this, I can Love my Classmates and Remain Autonomous at the Same Time. It’s the Ultimate Freedom.
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