Moderation In A World Of Mayhem!

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By the light of her cell phone, she rolls over in her bed, reading the newsfeed of her favorite social media site, as the clock, tic tocks on the night stand beside her bed.

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If you own a cell phone, I imagine this has been a scene in your life at some point. I joined the cell phone crowd about a year ago. I tossed the land line and began carrying my life in my right hand pocket, which included, everyone else in my life as well. With all the bells and whistles that go with, someone posting on my social media sites, or someone texting me, calling me and tagging me, 24/7!!

STOP!!.. Make the world go away and get it off my shoulders. Ha!, sounds like a song to me. But it is a point I did reach after a few months of owning a cell phone. I needed silence and time to unwind. So by 9pm nightly, you, the world is silenced. I set the cell phone to silent, very low light, flip it over and take a deep breath as I lay my head on my pillow.

But, what if there is an emergency? How will we reach you? Well, come and knock on my door or send some one close by to knock on it. You were able reach me before I got the cell phone, you still can.

Some people, most people, have excuses why they can’t silence their cell, but few have a legit reason, because there probably is not one. As for me, I am not here to judge, yet more than likely, I get a better nights sleep than you and wake refreshed in the morning. 🙂 I have always found it easy to detach from things, people included, even though my will power is not strong. As weird as that is, it does work for me.

It’s 630am, time to start a new day, bright eyed and bushy tailed! Oh, now where is that cell phone? So I can see and read what you’ve been up to for the last 8 hours. 😉

Have a great day!

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To Give Naturally

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We all have a level at which we can be giving. The sad part is, when you really look at the world today, there are less giving people, yet always those in need, honestly. The people who are capable of giving, are always worried about, just how much they give. But if they would just realize what they give, comes back 10 folds, maybe they wouldn’t be so hesitant to give.
Then you have the controlled givers. The mindset being, they will give to you but they want to control you once given. Fact is, no matter how much, we give, we are not able to control anyone, ever. The only person we can control, is the self. Self control, in our own expectations of others and even what the universe gives or takes. When we start to put demands on others, on the universe, we will feel a resistance. And with that resistance, comes pain and disarray. Just speak in meditation, exactly what you are in need of, what you are thankful for and be ready to receive, naturally.
Limits. Knowing our limits and learning when to rejuvenate ones mind, body and soul, will allow us to continue to be giving without expectations, naturally.

One Foot Off The Bed in 2017

I woke up to below freezing temperatures with the aroma of un-perked coffee, freshly ground coffee beans invading my nostrils, a memory of yesterday. I need to get out of bed, use the facilities and get a pot of freshly ground 100% Columbian a brewing..but…I lay on my back staring at the ceiling at 5:30 am, on a Sunday morning. I was making an effort to rise as my left leg hung off the bed, a rustled comforter twisted beside me and my flannel nighty binding me like a bad mummy Halloween costume. Here I lay, 55 years old, somewhat experienced in the trials of life. Nothing could prepare us for our individual journeys, yet so many have walked the same path of bumps and pot holes, just at a different pace, a different day, a different town, different friends and different families. And maybe we met at a crossroad, I don’t recall but there will be times in your company, I get that feeling of deja vu!

Oh well, yet I still lay here at 55 years old and think of my child rearing days. How old or how young was I again? Does the age matter at this point? It did when my home was filled with teenagers, all thinking they knew what was best and how to live a life without getting guidance from an aging parent. But I tried to explain anyway. Hey! I wasn’t born 35, 38 or 42 years old you know!! I was a teenager once upon a time. Just like you, I knew everything, yet little did I realize back then, like you, I knew nothing, but felt everything.

So here I lay, 55 years old, half out of bed, half in the bed, the sound of the freight train rumbling down the tracks on the south part of town and the still faint memory of freshly ground coffee piercing my morning thoughts, edging me ever so closer to the edge of the bed.

Change is eminent, nothing and no one stays the same. Even our selfish ego got tired of life dramatics, deciding to live and let live. My mental complexity, no longer able to absorb toxic relations, anymore than this 55 year old body could win an Olympic sprint but surely making a spectacle as I trip over life’s hurdles. Till I gained enough smarts to ask for assistance and see who would be on the other end of a life hurdle with hands out, always ready like a great friend would be.

But here I lay, nothing really changed since I first crawled into bed at 10 pm last evening. Wait!! Something has changed..it’s a new year!!! I have wakened into a new year!! I made it! Another year older, another year to try and get it right! Maybe I will find a teenager today to gain some insight on how to live a happy life. And laugh I will!! As they begin to guide me..with such innocence, yet with unknowing ignorance of what really lies ahead for them on their journey. Or maybe go visit an aging parent, in a home, sitting in a rocker, looking out the window, waiting for company, waiting for anyone to come visit and break up the long lonesome day. And listen for a while to his or her stories about life. A life lived, in real time…second by second..minute by minute..hour by hour…day by day..month by month…year by year. Yes the true voice of wisdom awaits my ears, an elder. And another voice.. a teenager awaits my ears…

Happy New Year eh!!!

I jump out of bed, both feet on the floor, another year older..another year to get it right….another year to older and we will never pass this way again…life is short, nothing lasts forever but a memory. Get out there and make some great ones!!

My Mother Is My Best Friend??

If you have a face book account, I imagine in your news feed you will see all sorts of graphic posts with different sayings and beliefs. Some are very funny, some are inspirational, some you will agree with, someone you won’t agree with. There are a few I totally disagree with, even when at times it is posted with the greatest intentions and I’ll be the first to say, bless your heart.

Below is my rant regarding such posts..

“Anyone can be a friend. There are many who can become a best friend through out our lifetime. Good friends come and go. Best friends you can talk to one day and not talk to you for 15 years, yet pick up where you left off .That is all fine and a great part of our lives with people we care about. However, I do not want to be a fair-weather friend, a once in a lifetime friend or best friend. I want the respect of the greatest title and position in your life. I was the first in your life, there is only one of you in my life and my relationship with you is incomparably unique., No I don’t want to be your best friend because the greatest honour is being called.. Mother..
Just as my greatest privilege was giving birth to you, my son, my daughter, you can always count on me, 24/7 for the rest of my life on this earth, to defend you, to give you the necessities of life, as you grow to be a positive force with great morals during your life time on this earth. It will always be my given right to lead you in a positive manner, to guide you at times on a broken path. As Mary, the Mother of Jesus, did for HIM, she was there when HE needed her, she cradled HIM in her arms as only a Mother can do when the rest of the world, even friends, turned against HIM and then accepted HIS choices when HE made them.
Yes, all my children, they will attest to this.. I am their Mother, not their best friend and that is my honour.”

Maybe that is just one of the things wrong with the world today? To many parents are content with being their child’s best friend, instead of taking that lead position the were given the day the child was born? Stop trying to be our children’s best friend and start being who you are meant to be the day you gave birth to them, their Mother.

I imagine there will be so many views regarding this. This is mine and I accept the position with pride.

There is no greater position in life that can bring you so much heartache at times, yet no position that will bring a heart to the greatest heights of joy.. Mother.

I am a Mother and like me, there is NO other!

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(A scene from a movie, showing the love of best friends during the greatest heartbreak of being a mother at times)

The Forked Tongue!

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Here is a great – Idiom –

“Beware of those who speak out of both sides of their mouths!”

Meaning ~ to say different things about the same subject when they are with different people in order to always please the people they are with.

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I would think we have all met up with one or two people in our life times thus far who do exactly that.

What surprises me is most of the time even when this type of person is caught doing this, they deny it and continue to do it. That makes me wonder why.

It does say a lot about their character, that’s for sure. And also tells you whether you want to continue to be associated with a person who does this. How do you trust someone who does that continually?

You don’t!

You learn pretty quick to walk away and to believe anyone you many have in common as friends knows you well enough to question what rolls off of the forked tongue!

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My Spirit Guide

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I was driving down the Transcanada Highway, along the Lake Huron corridor, late Friday afternoon. A couple car lengths behind me in her car was a friend, who saw what was about to happen.

My heart lept into my throat when what seemed like out of no where, a huge eagle, swooped down in front of me, then as quick as it descended, it raised it’s head to soar back to the heavens. It left me in awe. I was told a few times over the past few years that the eagle was my Spirit Guide. So to see one that close and in that manner sends me a message.

Like the eagle, some may see me as a threat. Don’t let others intimidation’s hold me back from flying like an eagle. Opportunities are coming to me that will enable me to reach new heights. Be aware they are coming and have the courage to grab them. Release myself from what others think and do what I need to for my growth and development. Choose a mate carefully but when I do, it will be for life. Because when I give my best and value myself, I can expect the best and I will attract a mate who feels the same. The Eagle is a reminder of my connection to Spirit. And that for me to soar, I need to and will stay connected to Spirit.

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“I am so very thankful for my life thus far and I have learnt many lessons over the past few years, gaining knowledge, even in pain and suffering. I have learnt to look forward, not down or up, because what I need in my life, who I need to see, stands before me and the sky starts where the earth ends. I am surrounded by sky and like the eagle, I will continue to soar.” – Snowy Solomon