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The transmutation of worry into peace…

I started my day with a great, that is GREAT, deal of worry, fret and fear… mostly about money and will I have enough to pay my bills over the next month or so.  I, perhaps even the collective “we”, are quick to worry even when there is enough to pay for fuel for the car and to put food on the table for another week.  My parents being products of the Great Depression in the 1930’s, had their stories of limited supply.  A story my mother told:  they would receive their monthly allotment of toilet paper for the month.  They knew how many squares were on each roll and how many squares each person could use per trip so the rolls would last for the entire month.  She counted squares until the day she died.  My point here is her habits continued well after the need to keep them.  My father was the “keeper”.  Keep that, we might need it or may be able to use it.  Funny though, when he did need “that”, he had no idea where it was in the garage, so off to the store to buy a new one.  But no, he would buy two or three just in case.  Then, months even years later, we would find the one he knew he had, plus the two extra bought just in case. The 1930’s were a time of keep it and use it >> perhaps the original recycle, use, reuse concept. What I learned from my parents quirks of counting and keeping things was that there is often enough of what we need.  My mother didn’t need to fear running out of toilet paper and my father didn’t need to spend the extra money on having two or three extra of something we may never use.  Two extremes of the spectrum of need.

While I sit here and type these memories, I have to consider my own ideas of need and the fear of lack that so quickly can haunt our thoughts.  The truth of this moment is…. I have all I need. I have fuel in the car, food in the refrigerator, a roof over my head, a place to sit, rest, sleep, and faith in the Creator to provide my future needs.  My want of a new pair of running sneakers or a those concert tickets are desires, but are not required for my basic well being.  Perhaps, in this very moment, God has fashioned me a new glass-half-full attitude.  An optimism shattered by life events being restored.  If one is seeking the positive and optimism of a situation it is then harder to be pessimistic and filled with fear.

This quote came across my path a couple of days ago:  “Many paths lead from the foot of the mountain, but at the peak we all gaze at the single bright moon.”  Ikkyu, Zen Monk, 1394-1481

This reminds me that we are all on different paths of learning and growing within ourselves. We share the same star filled galaxy and spinning planet Earth.  There is enough here for all. Trust.  Take mindful action.  Holding up my glass-half-full attitude and drinking in the truth that “things’ eventually work out for the best.

Thanks for sharing a little moonlight with me, wherever you are on this spinning sphere…

with gratitude, Dawn


Walloped by life and then some…

Much, MUCH, much, has happened in the seven, yes 7, years since I set up this blog.  Intending to post weekly, if not daily, life happened instead.    Now I am back at it with the intention to move forward as planned, but with a very different perspective on life and what will be shared.  A broader reach >> from the heart >> and hopefully helpful and encouraging.  We need encouragement these days.  We need something to help us look up, find hope and even laugh.  We need inspiration to know, deep within, today is a brand new day.  A new day filled with possibility and choice.  We can make better choices than we did yesterday.  I am >> trying to that is.  Slowing my thoughts and catching my words before I have to back-track and redirect what I said into what I meant to say; or perhaps better left unsaid.  My life, these past few years, has been much like a blender, full of food, ready to let it rip, puree the blend and drink up all that rich nutrition.   However, one important step…. put the lid on before you hit the HIGH speed button.  The lid was not on my life’s blender so I ended up with life-parts strewn everywhere except in my glass-half -full attitude.  The glass shattered too.  I have been rebuilding my life, my faith, my spirituality, where was God?, who are my friends now?, what is family now?…. the list could go on.  Instead, I waited to see what pieces of my life landed where, which ones I wanted to recover, even repair, and which ones weren’t mine to begin with.  In the middle now, I am on the road to restoration.

2017, I declared, would be a better year focused on positivity, the rediscovery and the redefinition of faith, hope, family, friends, and love.  Asking the simplistic questions:  who am I?,  whom do I want to be?, what do I keep?, what do I leave behind?……  I started at the foundation of who is the I AM that makes me, me.  One day, while sorting a box of stuff, I found a picture of myself at age four, almost five.  In that picture I saw the fire within that was the me I lost so very long ago.  That life force is still there in her eyes, her smile, her stance.  I want her back!   If life is a circle, I’ve circled around to grab her hand and embrace her.  She doesn’t know me and I don’t know her, but we know we are connected.  Our soul beats with the same heart.  I’m learning how to listen to that quiet voice inside that knows what is best for us; me the child within and me the adult within.  We both want to be seen, heard and loved for exactly who we are >> God the Creator’s precious creation, one of kind, a masterpiece.

May you remember that you too are precious within.

with gratitude, Dawn