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I write this by the light of the just-full moon. It sets in the clearest western sky as the sun rises to the east. Beautiful and enchanting blend of balanced energy.
Balance... I am reminded to find what is important for my own personal balance and nurture it.
Brain challenges... creative expression.
Devoted work hours... dedicated time for play.
Solitude... family time.
Laughter... tears.
Heated passion... gentle softness.
Love... and love.
To be vulnerable... that is strength.
To allow others to see and feel who we truly are, at the risk of judgement against the deepest parts of our souls... that is courage.
"When we walk to the edge of all the light we have and take the step into the darkness of the unknown, we must believe that one of two things will happen. There will be something solid for us to stand on or we will be taught to fly."
That is trust.
I have been faced with a unique challenge to open myself up to alternate perspectives, which lead me to ponder how, at times, attachment to my own perspectives have lead me into deepest despair.
How naive can I be to assume that my own perspective, this one human being in a sea of billions, is the only valid viewpoint? Wow. I am thankful for the reality check, returning to a place of peace.
Imagine you and I sitting at a table together. On the table between us is a vase. I could be thinking it's the most beautiful vase in the world; you could be thinking it's the most wretched thing you've ever laid eyes on.
Who's right? Neither one of us... it's just a vase.
So... I begin to consider my perspectives of my own life. Challenges arise and I observe my mind jumping to the worst conclusions, getting carried off with "what if's", making 'problems' out to be bigger and more important than they really are. (Not-so-commonly known as "pole vaulting over mouse sh*t")
I notice there seems to be a need for labelling "good" and "bad". But things just ARE. Looking from that perspective, all is well and managable, and I become thankful for the experience.
I am thankful to be surrournded by families who honour and embrace the respect and care of our elders. I am proud to be one of them in a time of my father's illness. I travel in peace, knowing that this is the turning of the great wheel... and trusting that the outcome will be for the higher good.
This old man, once vibrant and strong and authoritative, now ill and uncertain. It is an honour to give back the care and guidance he has given me in this lifetime.
An article in the newspaper baffles me - a woman leaves her mother to die in her home, while she is out spending mother's money on herself. I am perplexed and dismayed. I do not understand.
I truly do not understand.
Aho, Dad.