Our office is Full of New Potential Associates at our Law Firm. They stand at the window in our Reception area and excitedly speak of the views. The Calgary Tower looms directly in front. The Views truly are remarkable. When I was here for my first interview, the boardroom faced the same view. I remember it was hard to focus with so much beauty awaiting my eyes out the window. Now I Breeze By. Now and Again, there’s a Quick Glance. It’s more now to check the weather for my walk home. It kinda makes me sad How Quick things Become Old News.
So how do we Stay Enthralled? How do we not Grow Calloused to Beauty? Why do we always need new? In what we View? In our Careers? In our Relationships?
Is it not to take a Moment and Let it Be New Again? Where we can take off the Grey Glasses of Accustom and put on the new shiny Glasses of Appreciation. Where we stop and even revel in the memory of the First Moment we saw it. Our First Day at our Dream Job. The moment we saw the One we Love.
Take a Moment and Savour the Old. Make it New Again. Your Happy Heart will Thank You.
Snow acts like a Great Insulator. I’m No Scientist but it seems to Absorb Sound. When I opened my front door to walk to work there was a Blanket of It over the City. My Walk to Work seemed Muted. Serene compared to the Hustle of a Clear Day. Maybe a lot of people took a Snow Day. I Don’t Know. But I enjoyed the Hush. I could Hear the Little Rivers Meandering down into the Grates of the Already Melting Snow. The Squishing of my Boots in the Slush. My heart felt as Light as the Little Snowflakes dotting my hair.
Some days the Gift of Being Alive is Extra Real.
It was not lost on me that as I entered Bankers Hall where I take the elevator up to the 35th floor for work, Simon & Garfunkel are singing their Famous Song…
The Sound of Silence.
In Restless Dreams I walked Alone. Narrow streets of Cobblestone. Neath the halo of the street lamp. I turned my collar to the cold and damp….
I Sometimes Marvel at the Little Things in Life that Coincide. One can look at Life as Everything just being Meaningless, or Everything Having a Meaning.
Today, although not a deep spiritual meaning, I smiled that the song that Welcomed me to my Work, was in keeping with my musings as I banged the snow off my boots in the atrium.
There’s a group of caterers setting up for a University of Calgary Seminar for First Year Law Students. When I Hit the Kitchen, I Realize I’ve Hardly Ever Heard Such Happy Chatter. Reveling in the Last Wedding in Canmore. The Old Mine being the Venue. How Beautiful the Bride was. How the Rain Stopped Miraculously. One Server is Talking about her Diploma Course in Supply Management she’s Completing. Another her Darling Daughter. I’m Warmed by the Rapport between Them.
Then I watch Their Boss. His Eyes are Kind. He Smiles Wide and Genuine. He Describes Each Canape on His Menu with Excitement. His Passion for His Craft is So Evident in His Demeanor. He Engages with His Staff with True Interest. He Stops in the Chaos to Offer Support and Encouragement. Even before I met the staff, his words were “You’re going to love my staff. Every one of them is great!”
He’s a True Leader. He’s Kind. Empathetic. Energetic. Self Sacrificing. Encouraging. His Staff Glow with Their Love for their Job.
Once Again, a Lesson is Learned. Bosses Set the Tone. Like Attracts Like.
We All are Leaders in One Way or Another. Unless You Live Under a Rock. We All are in a Place of Inspiring Others. We All are Either Helping or Hindering the Journey of Others.
Thanks, Catering Boss From Food Works. You’re My Hero Today.
Nothing Left to Natural is Better. Weeds Take Over. Rodents and Varmints Invade. Helter Skelter is Never a Good Look. The Mind is No Different. The Mind in its Natural State is Messy. Weeds Grow Quickly. Those Little Foxes Move in Quick.
Every Day it’s a Beautiful Thing to Tend to Our Minds. Clear the Weeds of Doubt, Fear and Worry. Plant those Beautiful Flowers of Faith, Hope and Gratitude. Take a Few Steps Back from this Precious Garden and Survey the Condition of Your Mind. Is it Neat and In Order? Is there a Clear Purpose and Direction of Thought? Does it Radiate Purpose? Is Your Mind a Place that were it Physical, would you want to Leisurely Sip Tea? Would there be a Beautiful Fragrance to Enjoy of Love, Joy and Peace? Or would you have to Clear a Spot on the Forsaken Bench of Resentment, Anger and Fear?
I’ve Learned to Love to Tend to My Garden. I Stretch My Heart’s Limbs Up to the Warmth of God’s Love Every Day. I feel His Sun on my Face. His Kindness makes me Excited for the Day’s Adventures. To Allow Him to Once Again Woo My Heart with His Precious Miracles Meant Just for Me in Every Day.
For Some, they may see the Dirt on My Knees and Under my Fingernails. They may see Labour. But if they Come Close and Join Me in the Garden of My Heart, I want my Guests to have Something to Enjoy. A Little Rest Spot. A little Sweet Fragrance. A touch of Beauty.
For me, Natural is Certainly Not Better. I know the Inclinations of My Natural Heart. So I will Treasure the Labour. For I am the Greatest Benefactor of what Grows There. Or Alternatively, the Great Sufferer.
My Filter can Get Pretty Dirty Real Quick. And it Makes Sense. If the Dust Storm of Doubt comes Rolling Through, it Can Clog Your Filter Almost Instantaneously. Some Storms are Pretty Fierce and Can Hit Out of the Blue. One Moment You’re Walking on Air in a MultiColoured Fairy Land of Optimism and Hope. Then a Phone Call. A Text. A DejaVu Memory. The Clouds Roll In. The Wind Starts Kicking Up Dust and Pretty Soon the Windshield Wipers of Prayer and the Water of His Word is Needed. There’s Always an Antedote. Let’s Not See our Lives as the Colour of Brown when it’s Just the Dust on Your Glasses. Nothing Changed. Your Unicorn Land of Dreams is Still as It is. Maybe a Storm Went Through and Things are Repositioned. But it’s Still Unicorn Land My Friends. There’s Still Magic. There’s Crazy Opportunities to Explore. Unopened Doors to the Coolest Paradises to Be Discovered.
Don’t Let Some Silly Little Brown Particles of Doubt Keep You From Seeing Beauty…It’s Just a Little Dirt on the Filter Honey.
Not Everyday is Stellar. I don’t Mean That because Things Go Wrong Some Days. Some of our Best Days just don’t Feel Good. Our Attitude is Off. Our Brains are Dehydrated. The Cat Missed the Litter Box Again. Simple Things can Set Up our Thoughts for the Grumblies. Then other Days it’s Polar Opposite. Today to Be Truthful I’m Feeling Sick. I’m Achy and Painy. My Brain is threatening another CSF Leak. But Honestly, My Heart Might Just Float Away if it Wasn’t Tethered. I feel H.A.P.P.Y….I feel positively Happy.
Life is so Crazy. It’s a Multicolored Roller Coaster. Some days there’s a Dark Tunnel. Some Days it’s the Spin Wheel. Upside Down and Backwards. I Want to Learn to Munch Nonchalantly on my Multi Colored Cotton Candy in the Tunnels. Because Pretty Soon, it’s out in that Crazy Wonderful Summer Air. The Awesome Spin Wheel Section. The Gut Twisting Smile Enducing Heights and Extremes of Joy.
Life, I Love You. You Crazy Wonder.
xo to all My Crazy Lovin Cotton Candy Nonchalant Tunnel Riders. You’re my Favorites. You know Who you Are.
My Feet Hurt. And So My Brain is On Strike. So I’m Cabbing It Home. Maybe I’ll Get a Serenade of a Old Haitian Hymn like Last Time by my Cabbie. I will Put My Sweats On. And I Will Banish These Dang Shoes to the Never Again To Work Pile.
Love From Blistey Blisterson. Hobbie Hobbleson. Cranky Crankerson.