Love in an Elevator (Not what you Think )

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Riding the elevator to work today, I had this incredible overwhelming sense of love for all aboard. I didn’t know their stories nor their backgrounds. I didn’t know if they were good people or ones with horrible wicked tendencies. There was just this feeling of camaraderie. A sense of we are in this together and not meaning the four walls of the elevator.

We all shared one experience for sure. Birth. We were born into the world. Pure. Then everything became different. Vastly different for each one of us.

Life catapulted us forward. Some to privilege. Some straight into a path of suffering. But like birth, one thing we still experience together that’s the same is life force. A beating heart.

Because we breathe, we are worthy. Worthy of respect. Even the worst of us.

I felt an overwhelming desire that just that one day if possible even the not so deserving would have a good day. A peaceful one. One of hope. One of clarity. A day where the road was easier. The sun would shine a little warmer on their face.

It didn’t cost me anything.

I stepped off the elevator a lot richer.

Love you all
xoxo

School of You

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We Graduate with PhDs.

We have our Masters.

Diplomas.

Certificates.

We can Save Lives.

Cure Disease.

Trailblaze.

Create New Inventions.

But if Asked the Question…

What Makes You Happy?

What Inspires You?

What are your Passions?

What are your Biggest Fears?

Where do you want to Be in Five Years?

What do you want to Achieve in Your Life Time?

What do you want your Life Resume to Say at 80?

Many of Us are Stumped.

We haven’t taken the time to Study Ourselves.

Haven’t discovered Our Uniqueness.

Our Purpose.

We have Never Attended the School of You.

Sign Up. Take the Course. Do the Work.

It’s the Best Investment.

There’s Only One You.

Become an Expert of You.

xoxo

A Rebellious Heart

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Pick Your Rebelling…

Rebel Against Complacency.

Cliché Living.

Negativity.

Doomsday and Fear.

Fight Against Bitterness.

Against Apathy.

Shame and Regret.

War Against Jealousy.

Against Competition and Strivings.

Gossip and Slander.

Pick a Fight…

Fight Boredom.

Triviality and Smallness.

Go to War…

War Against the Dark.

In the Deepest Chambers of Your Mind.

Fight the Good Fight. War a Good Warfare. Have a Rebellious Heart.

xoxo

Wild Flowers

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They’re Unexpected. Whimsical. Never quite where they Should Be but always a Lovely Surprise. A Delight in the Doldrums. Usually Willowy. Easily Windblown. Yet Sturdy. Resilient. Tenacious.

Thank You to All My Pretty Wildflowers. Blooming on the Clefts. Fragile yet So Brave. Facing the Winds. Drinking in the Wild Air. Floating their Fragility and Vulnerability as Badges of Honour.

I See You.

xoxo

“Love is the Toughest Minded Virtue” – David Brooks

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When I think of Love, I picture Soft.

Willowy.

Sun Dappling Through The Leaves Gentleness.

It is.

But it’s the Strongest of all Virtues.

For Love…

Keeps the Light On when Darkness Prevails.

Lends Warmth in the Most Toxic Environments.

Bends to Comfort in the Front Lines of Battle.

Heals Generational Pain.

Trailblazes Paths to Wholeness for the Weary Life Traveler.

Says I Forgive You when No One has Asked.

so Yes, Love is Tough

Tough Enough To Soften Us All.

Love You All…
xoxo

All I Can Say Is…

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Life is Literally the Coolest Thing that’s Happened to Me.

I wouldn’t Change a Thing.

It’s Battered me.

Healed me.

Challenged me.

Gave me Respite.

It’s Disappointed me.

Thrilled me Beyond My Wildest Dreams.

It’s Sobered Me.

Made me Cry Tears.

Of Exhilaration.

Of Deepest Pain.

It’s been Hum Drum.

It’s been Chaotic.

Brought me to My Knees.

Risen me Off My Feet.

I Love This Multi-Coloured Roller Coaster of Life we Experience Every Day…There’s the Anticipatory Climbs, The Heart Stopping Twists, The Tunnels, The Rest Spots…

And Faith to Let Go and Put Our Hands in the Air…The Ultimate Riding Companion.

Thank You Life, You’re Cool.

I love You

xoxo

Pivotal Points

We all have Pivotal Points in Our Lives.  A Big One happened For Me about Fifteen Years Ago. Prior to, I  was Living Fairly Status Quo.  Checking Off Lists.  Doing the Right Things.

I Felt Dead Inside.

Nothing Reverberated.  All of It was for Somebody Else.  Their Idea of a Life Well Lived.

I No Longer could Tolerate the Feeling of Living Outside My Own Sphere of Individuality.  So Bit by Bit.  Painful Layer by Painful Layer I started to Shed My Old Ways.

I Started to Think for Myself.  I Listened to My Heart.  I Poured Over the Scriptures.  I Spent Time on My Knees.

I Began to Live a Life that Made Sense to Me.  I Changed My Actions to Fit with My Heart.  I Realized No was an Important Word.  I realized Just Because a Different Brain Than Mine Thought it, Did Not, by any means, Make It Right.

I Realized I was Ready to Be Wrong, but I Needed to Sort Things Out for Me. I was Willing to Fail, if it Meant to Learn.  To Be Real.  To Live My Truth, However Bloody and Scratched It Made Me.

That God would Honour My True Intention.  Not to Wander From Him, but to Draw Nearer Through My Journey of Discovery.

Today, By No Means, Do I Have It Figured Out.  But I can say, My Life is Something that Makes Sense to Me.  Everything I Do Comes from my Own Convictions.  My Own Aspirations.  My Own Desires and Intentions.

Pivotal Points are Wonderful, albeit Scary When They Happen.

I’m Here for You.

xoxo