I sent this picture to a few of my favourite people. I said, ” what I want my heart to look like”. I found it SO interesting that that was my first thought when I looked at that picture. So my next question was, “What is it that you see when you look at this picture?” So from what I can see, here it is…
nothing is for show. someone entered the kitchen and took a picture because the sun rays were beaming in. the moment of stillness caught on film in a fraction of time. the brita drink container in its useful ugliness wasn’t even put away for a better shot.
it’s not fancy. nobody has tried to capture the perfection of pinterest in this kitchen. the drawers are melamine. the fabric under the sink is from a discount booth at a Walmart. but, in my heart, no “perfectly put together” and Italian marble could capture the essence of this kitchen.
all the things I love and matter to me are in this kitchen. sun rays. warmth. love of nature. comfort. sustenance. humility. beauty. safety. functionality. ease. and most of all, AUTHENTICITY. there’s also a beautiful aged chandelier adding a touch of glamour to the room.
So Yes, I want my heart to look like this kitchen on a summers day. The window is thrown open. Cats bask on the window sill. There’s onions ripening for a family dinner on the counter top. The unpretentious brita jug is in plain view. There’s a touch of glamour in the chandelier adding a touch of celebration to its function. a little indescript clock is marking time.
There’s a chair waiting in the dining nook for you, my friend.
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.
Every Day we Either Sail or Take on Water. Staying Still will Always Swamp the Boat. Most of Us are Pretty Low Riders. Our Boats are Pretty Cargoed Up.
Burdens, Responsibilities. All Good Things. But Unless we are Purposeful and Making Progress, Those Waves are Coming On Over the Bow.
So How Do we Keep the Sputtering and the Stalling to a Minimal? How do we keep the Clean Fuel Burning and Engines Firing Steadily? For Me, Clean Fuel is Courage. The Greatest Engine Oil is Hope. Gratitude.
Some Resent the Burdens Laid Upon Their Ship. And Yes, Too Much is Too Much. But the Boats with Heavy Burdens are the Most Stable in Stormy Seas. When there’s Not Enough Cargo, too much of Our Hull above the Water Line. We become Top Heavy and Easily Capsizable.
Allow Your Burdens to Hunker You Down on the Sea of Life. There’s Safety in Our Burdens. And Plus, the Captain Trusts You with Your Precious Cargo. And we Have the BEST Captain. Our Burdens are Our Privileges. Our Responsibilities are Precious.
Everyone at some point has Dealt with a Bully. Taking your Gentleness as Weakness, they Push You Around. They Need to Feel Powerful. Loving to Oppress. For a Moment they Feed their Need for Power and Relevance through You.
Look in their eyes….
You’ll Often See Fear. Bullies are Afraid Insecure People . When you can Understand this, it takes their Power Away to Hurt You.
Disarm them with Your Quiet Confidence. Stay Comfortable in Your Own Skin. Two Things Often Happen…
Their Attention goes Elsewhere…or as you Role Model Strength and Courage
The Fear in their Eyes Melts away. Confidence finds a New Spring in Their Step.
They’ve Become Inspired…
The World Becomes a Little Kinder. A Little Brighter.
require (something) because it is essential or very important.
Whatever we Need will Control us. We think of these things like Our Breath. Without it we Feel We Die. Fade Into Oblivion. We become Invisible. Irrelevant. Purposeless. Our life Feels In Vain.
For some its External Validation. Admiration. Others, it’s Wealth. Status.
Some Days we Have It All. Some Years. A Golden Decade. An Admiring Tribe of Supporters. Money and Status Comes Easily.
For Some, Circumstances Change. What we’ve come to Believe We Need, Slips Away. We aren’t As Shiny. Passersby Don’t Look Twice. Our Bank Accounts Dwindle. Our Status is a Few Levels Below Amazing.
None of it Matters. Unless you Need it. And Need is a Nasty Rollercoaster in Maybe Land. Maybe Today’s the Day. Maybe this Will Work. Maybe …Maybe…Maybe. It’s like a Sipping a Straw in the Very Bottom of a Draining Well. Mostly Nothing, but Frantic Hope.
So Today I Need Serenity. It’s Free for the Taking. I Need Joy. It’s All Around Me. I Need Simplicity, and that’s Up to Me.
I feel we should be able to describe in a few sentences our Life’s Objective. When the Dust Settles Over our Finished Lives, what will our Lives Accomplished? The Ripple Effect of our Lives we Cannot Deny. Whether it has been One of Good or Not So Good is the Only Variable in Our Control.
So Here’s Mine…
The First Draft Anyway…
I want to Walk Gently. Love Fiercely. Be a Lifelong Learner. Open Minded. Not Bitter. Always Grateful. Ever Hopeful. To Smile Always. Cry when Necessary. Embrace Change. Pure in My Thoughts Towards Others. Courageous.
Most of these Characteristics are States of Being. Because if we aren’t these things, our Accomplishments Don’t Matter.
Accomplishments come to those who first have learned….
Here’s To Being!
Let me know your Life Objective! Can’t Wait to Hear!!