Here's to another month that celebrates love, presidents, groundhogs, the color red and Chinese New Year. Every month marks something special, significant in some manner be it of a wonderful or regrettable matter. We hope for good days but roll with the punches accordingly on other days. The goal is to be better in any measure than the day
The fire starts with a spark, the small light glows brightly then dims with the mundane the day in day out grind transitions into joy and excitement as glorious as the sound of a finely tuned grand piano. Another shift in time and space as the wind fans the flame with anticipation for something good a sweet stirring in a quiet heart beating with a powerful rhythm. The possibilities are spectacular in scope, the wondrous world, wild, wicked saturated in splendid beauty beyond our view yet within our reach.
We ponder life's mysteries, surprises, blindsided by bad news, overcome with grief then taken back by a story of humanity at it's finest, resilient, merciful, thoughtful with compassion for the innocent, neglected, abandoned. People and animals alike are rescued and rescue those divinely appointed in the name of mutually salvaging a broken heart, the injured and isolated spirit. The resilience of the hurt and heart sick resounds with heart stopping, joyful gratitude and humility with an appreciation for the ablity to move past the pitch blackness into a new light of a better and brighter day. ☼
How bout one minute at a time? The pace of life quickens and the day is fraught with possibilities, our thoughts constantly filtering various reasons to feel good, bad, disappointed, delighted, up or down. We try to maintain a happy medium and keep it together even though at times it would be so much easier to think, say or do something negative.
Taking life one day at a time keeps it simple when any given day includes moments you kind of feel like dying inside to see anyone suffer or to feel your own pain. We do quite well to think twice about allowing anything or anyone to disturb our own peace, yet we fall prey to ill fitting moments and encounters. How we react if at all, what thoughts and attitude do we naturally harbor to strengthen ourselves or enable to weaken our ability to remain positive.
The past, the future, imagination and mood are not always the best dance partners, the dance floor in my head more often than not recognizes when one or the other is out of step, it is a clumsy thought process, funky notions and fretful concepts emerge in rapid fire succession, I trip over myself as a natural consequence until I simply stop, shift gears, regroup take a deep breath and find my best mental and spiritual stride. I am once again cleared for take off, going for it (the moment, the day, life) peacefully doing what I can with what I have for whomever I can however it happens, in light, love, respect. Yes one day at a time, here and now ~
We take on each day, sometimes with exuberance, sometimes with dread, living through it until the very end. We move along tending to our own concerns traversing our way through the challenges, inconveniences, interruptions from the comfortable routine and rhythm of our days and nights.
In a heart beat, thoughts shift, the mind changes, our thinking transports us to a better or worse place at any time. Our perception and attitude, at the center of our universe. We live and learn about our own evolution as we seek peace in a chaotic world. The task is ongoing, labor of a lifetime, playing, laughing, crying, carrying on this way and that, surging forward and retreating as we strive to cultivate a good life.
Life rushes us and we trip over ourselves yet emerge upright. We are comprised of our darkest days and brightest nights, our happiest moments and our saddest. We are our own worst and our best companion but at the end of the day, we are of course always there.
See you next year SEPTEMBER- same time, same place.You are so dear to me, with so many birthday's in September among family and friends. Have you ever... for reasons only the depths of your heart and soul understand, felt suddenly compelled to laugh and cry- at the same time? It's a strange mix of emotions, when profound grief and elation strike you. It tugs on your heart strings, flips, tosses, twirls and whirls you around in a matter of seconds and before you even know what hit you; BAM! It's over and you wonder; What just happened?
September is like the last curtain call of the warm days of summer, hot one moment then crispy cold the next. As seasons change so do people, unwillingly, unknowingly, yet change does occur. We roll with the punches, however exuberantly or exhausted, we roll on, one day at a time, one moment, one experience, one heartache, side-splitting-hilarious, important, seemingly insignificant time after the other. That's life... was, is and will be. It matter's so much how we roll insofar as attitude goes. My dark moments seem to encompass a lackluster stream of consciousness while the good moments include positive thoughts as I beckon good vibrations and the presence of the Holy Spirit to find light in an otherwise dreary moment.
* SEPTEMBER, you have been good to me through the years, I hope you can say the same about me.
Here's a littlenumberthat I've always been attracted to, it sounds about like I feel right now.
Heart wrenching, deliriously happy, humbling, excruciatingly painful, triumphant, spirit crushing, new, old, fantastic, unfathomable and beyond... that is LIFE. One experience after the other... life squashes, squanders, scornful and full of despair. Alas, divine forces harken and heal, mend and comfort, bless the discouraged with encouragement, reverence, respect, peace, love and hope.
Emotions run high and deep,
from the best and worst to the most powerful and pitiful.
It all occurs one moment, one day and one night at a time.
Here's to another month that celebrates love, presidents, groundhogs, the color red and Chinese New Year. Every month marks something special, significant in some manner be it of a wonderful or regrettable matter. We hope for good days but roll with the punches accordingly on other days. The goal is to be better in any measure than the day 
The fire starts with a spark, the small light glows brightly then dims with the mundane the day in day out grind transitions into joy and excitement as glorious as the sound of a finely tuned grand piano. Another shift in time and space as the wind fans the flame with anticipation for something good a sweet stirring in a quiet heart beating with a powerful rhythm. The possibilities are spectacular in scope, the wondrous world, wild, wicked saturated in splendid beauty beyond our view yet within our reach.
