When there is more to do than can possibly be done, or when I am overwhelmed and grieving, I try to remember that, no matter how far off our family's goals and dreams are, or how steep and treacherous the terrain, the only way to get there is to move forward. Going step-by-step, one thing at a time, and a minute here and there in the cracks of a busy day, adds up to a multitude of moments. Before I know it, I am looking back from a higher place at the long distance we've covered. It is then I get to enjoy the new view, and keep going. A new life is but footsteps away.
Living In The Moment…
A Day At The Sea…
My son revels in the mix of textures, sights, sounds and scents he finds at the ocean’s edge. The scratch of grass and chipped shells approaching the beach from the parking lot – prickles on the feet mixed with the hint of soft sand. The scent of drying seaweed and brine are omnipresent. The breath of the sea – in and out, it’s waves visible, dancing with reflected light, the massiveness of it, the underlying roar. Then down closer, through the shell spiked sand to the very edge of earth and water, where sandcastles wait to be built, and faster still, running now to plunge our feet into – ah! Cold! Quickly back away and then push forward, laughing, sea gulls calling. Waves finally knock us back, and we find our balance – where the ocean is softer and the sand like silk. He sits there in bliss – a small school of red and electric blue fish dart with one mind up and around him and back to the sea with the wave that brought them. Bliss!
Committed To Care
The Gift of an Expanded Heart
I watch in fascination as my son pounds the ground with sticks, over and over, he taps different surfaces, finds new sticks, each time eliciting a new response, a different reaction.
I can see he is doing more than just banging. He is observing, noticing, feeling with his body the reactions to his actions.
It is obsessive, but purposeful. How many subtleties of arc and circular spatter of dirt as it bounces wave-like in a rippling pond of earth can he see, record and seek out anew? Wet versus dry, rock versus soft soil - the possibilities of the moment are endless.
He gets excited; he shakes his hands in a blur by his face.
I catch him in motion with my camera – a slight blurriness to the picture is somehow poetic, knowing, real. He is motion; kinetic, frenetic, wheeling free energy opened wide like petals to the sun.
My Two Voices
On one side there is the voice that says “Who are you trying to kid? This is horrible! It’s not a “challenge” or an “opportunity,” it’s just pain wrapped around the name of a medical diagnosis. Don’t pretty it up with psychology. Call a bad thing a bad thing!”On the other side is the voice that says “Yes. A ‘bad thing’ has happened. What are you going to do now that you’ve named it? Wallow in it? Be a victim of circumstance? Or are you going to pick yourself up and rise to the challenge one more time? Are you going to turn it into an opportunity to learn and grow and be more than you ever thought you could be? The choice is yours!”
And that’s what it comes down to - my choice. Empowerment always resides at the point of choice, even if it seems that all external choices are 'bad' (death or three open heart surgeries, for example). The internal choice to arise is always the one that gets me through.
This New Year
The New Year is a time of reflection and visioning for me. Finding those things, events and people in the past year, and the present moment, that I'm grateful for is a wonderful way to begin. I'm heartened by the positives, the little victories, the minor miracles, the love, the improvements and changes - and this is, of course only a partial picture. There were plenty of set-backs and "negatives" last year as well, but what I choose to focus on is what feeds me, encourages me and gives me the hope I need to continue walking the path of challenge. With my heart in line with all that is well and right in my world, I can envision a new year of forward steps, challenges met, and horizons expanded. I am defiantly grateful. Blessings to you on the New Year!
All Inspirations © Lynn Morgan Rosser, 2009, 2010(unless otherwise indicated)
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