My Apologies to All Wonderful Genevieves in the World.
Yesterday my Beautiful Daughter Grace said, ” Mom, your Genevieve is Out.” As much as it made me Cry Tears of Laughter, I don’t Like Genevieve. She’s an Alter Ego of mine. Or maybe it’s just Ego. My Ego.
My Kids have a Name for Her. She’s Pretentious. Judgmental. Quick to Offense. She even holds her purse a Certain way. Clasping her hands at her upper chest. Her nose is even slightly higher than normal. She’s Impatient. Superficial. She’s Really Rather Ridiculous.
I’ve Learned to Laugh at Her. Quickly Usher her to where she Belongs. Under the Control of Spirit. I only Like Myself under the wonderful control of the Spirit. Gentle. Happy. Supportive. Kind. Longsuffering.
I love that Genevieve Never Goes Away. She’s always there reminding me of My Potential to Be Kinda Awful. To Humble Myself to the Control of the Spirit.
Labouring to always make sure Genevieve stays working the Broom Closet for the Rest of my Days. She’s One Pompous Jerk.
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.
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!!
They Make Tears Run Down My Face Like Rivers. The Wind as I walk Charlie Whisks them Away. The Stain Still Smeared on my Cheeks. Sometimes, they just Show up Unannounced. Demanding Entry. Smashing Down my Bolted Heart’s Door.
Shame. Regret. Grief. Longing. Fear. Pain.
Gosh What a Family.
They Rip the Living Room Carpet Up Every Time. Exposing the Elephants in the Room. There’s a lot of Elephant Excrement too under that Dang Rug.
They Demand my Attention. That they be Acknowledged. Their Needs Attended to. Which Always Includes that Dumb Elephant.
When they Show their Ugly Heads Around, I know my Dream Day is Gone. That I will now be Engrossed in this Flipping Family Fraught with Failures. Feelings. I will Cry Inconsolably. I will Wish. I will Repeat “I’m So Sorry” to No One and Everyone Inparticular.
But You Know What, Each Time They Come, They Lay Claim to an Elephant. They Drag its Lumbering Behind Out the Door with them. Like they’re taking Some Treasure. If They Only Knew.
I Feel Lighter. The Living Room Rug is One Less Elephant Lumpy. And A lot Less Smelly. I Got More Heart Leg Room. Room to Stretch. Room for Good Guests.
Sometimes we have an Urge to Utilize Force. We see Waiting and Patience as the Enemy to Fruition. Not understanding the Actual Word.
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.