I don’t know what goes on
on the other side of the veil between life and death,
between birth and life.
The gift,
I think,
is much bigger than me,
and I don’t know where I stand as far as choice . . .
as part of some kind of eternal collective,
I believe I probably knew
that a choice,
whatever it was,
would be right for me.
I don’t think my parents and I were randomly matched up,
but I could be wrong . . .
I believe I was born here for a reason;
to serve a purpose,
to learn a lesson,
to be punished or rewarded.
I came into the world,
trusting everything and everyone around me.
I had no choice in that . . .
I was helpless
as helpless can be.
Tabula Rasa?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
My journey,
just like everyone else’s
has been long and winding,
with twists and turns that make my head spin . . .
I am so far away from where I was
that I hardly know how I got here,
but with all of the positive
and all of the negative,
I have indeed learned,
and will hopefully go on learning
until I’m done with this place.
However it happened though,
I am more grateful than I can ever express
and treasure all of it . . .
I wonder what will remain
after it has all been burned away
and purified to its essence. ♥
The ticket to Truth! I guess I have looked drolly for it and now it’s happening! What an amazing gift ! I can’t believe that this is happening in our lifetime! It’s never happened before!
Curiosity. A fascination with discovering the big picture, how everything connects. Willingness and joy in digging into something to understand. Like all traits, there are two sides to this love of learning. It can sometimes uncover horror; the curiosity can lead to a sense of insatiability and not knowing enough. Yet if I hadn’t been gifted with these traits, I don’t know how I could have made it this far. There were important people in my life whose authoritative claims I didn’t buy, didn’t listen to, because I was unsatisfied with their answers. And that is exactly what led me to discover a vast, beautiful, nourishing side of life. So I’m deeply grateful.
I am given so much every day–hence, I am practicing deep gratefulness. The gifts are too numerous to name. I am given my life, my body, my breath, my mind, my family, my friends. I have to nurture these gifts, and I did not ask for them in a conventional way. Every moment I have been fortunate enough to be alive is a gift. I am endeavoring not to take any moments for granted.
Everything. I have never asked for much, yet here I am. I did not expect any of this. My life is rich in so many ways. Not in currency, but in experiences, connections, sensations, and stories.
When I put myself out there, when I take a chance, when I set aside my ego, things have a way of coming to me. It really seems like first I have to give, without expectation, and things come my way.
It’s not always good. I find myself in situations that are complicated. Emotionally. The current mis information program is seeping so deeply out into our fabric. Otherwise good, kind, and giving people are falling for a false narrative. They are being convinced that the poor, are the problem. That the poor are wasting our hard earned tax dollars. It’s so sad. The experiences and situations that have been given to me, allow me to have a broad perspective. Like a little hill. Not a mountain, but a little hill.
Help from my team at work. I often get requests for people to help with things without me having to ask first. It’s a blessing to have people who are willing and able to take a lead and some of the burden of my shoulders.
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I don’t know what goes on
on the other side of the veil between life and death,
between birth and life.
The gift,
I think,
is much bigger than me,
and I don’t know where I stand as far as choice . . .
as part of some kind of eternal collective,
I believe I probably knew
that a choice,
whatever it was,
would be right for me.
I don’t think my parents and I were randomly matched up,
but I could be wrong . . .
I believe I was born here for a reason;
to serve a purpose,
to learn a lesson,
to be punished or rewarded.
I came into the world,
trusting everything and everyone around me.
I had no choice in that . . .
I was helpless
as helpless can be.
Tabula Rasa?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
My journey,
just like everyone else’s
has been long and winding,
with twists and turns that make my head spin . . .
I am so far away from where I was
that I hardly know how I got here,
but with all of the positive
and all of the negative,
I have indeed learned,
and will hopefully go on learning
until I’m done with this place.
However it happened though,
I am more grateful than I can ever express
and treasure all of it . . .
I wonder what will remain
after it has all been burned away
and purified to its essence. ♥
The ticket to Truth! I guess I have looked drolly for it and now it’s happening! What an amazing gift ! I can’t believe that this is happening in our lifetime! It’s never happened before!
Curiosity. A fascination with discovering the big picture, how everything connects. Willingness and joy in digging into something to understand. Like all traits, there are two sides to this love of learning. It can sometimes uncover horror; the curiosity can lead to a sense of insatiability and not knowing enough. Yet if I hadn’t been gifted with these traits, I don’t know how I could have made it this far. There were important people in my life whose authoritative claims I didn’t buy, didn’t listen to, because I was unsatisfied with their answers. And that is exactly what led me to discover a vast, beautiful, nourishing side of life. So I’m deeply grateful.
The love of my friends and family, and especially my husband. I am very fortunate.
I am given so much every day–hence, I am practicing deep gratefulness. The gifts are too numerous to name. I am given my life, my body, my breath, my mind, my family, my friends. I have to nurture these gifts, and I did not ask for them in a conventional way. Every moment I have been fortunate enough to be alive is a gift. I am endeavoring not to take any moments for granted.
Everything. I have never asked for much, yet here I am. I did not expect any of this. My life is rich in so many ways. Not in currency, but in experiences, connections, sensations, and stories.
When I put myself out there, when I take a chance, when I set aside my ego, things have a way of coming to me. It really seems like first I have to give, without expectation, and things come my way.
It’s not always good. I find myself in situations that are complicated. Emotionally. The current mis information program is seeping so deeply out into our fabric. Otherwise good, kind, and giving people are falling for a false narrative. They are being convinced that the poor, are the problem. That the poor are wasting our hard earned tax dollars. It’s so sad. The experiences and situations that have been given to me, allow me to have a broad perspective. Like a little hill. Not a mountain, but a little hill.
A little hill……….just the right elevation for a new and or better perspective of any complication. Thank you Charlie.
Honestly,
I couldn’t have said it better,
dear Charlie . . .
thank you,
from the bottom of my heart,
for this beautiful reflection . . . ♥
This beautiful new day, filled with sunshine, birdsong, gentle breezes & an opportunity to do better today than yesterday.
Thank you….✨🙏🏻
So much! And I won’t have any of it forever. Life! Good health, love, healthy food to eat, a home.
Loc and his family gave me a happy family. I’m grateful for having them in my life. ⚘
My Ngoc, I’m so happy to have you in our family.
Joy and Sorrow
Isn’t that the truth. Sometimes side by side.
This wild, big, beautiful, world.
This new day
Wishing everyone a beautiful weekend
A beautiful weekend to you too, Michele!
Thank you Drea.
Everything.
. . . in a nutshell,
dear Laura. ♥
Help from my team at work. I often get requests for people to help with things without me having to ask first. It’s a blessing to have people who are willing and able to take a lead and some of the burden of my shoulders.
The breath of life.