Just posted under the Musings tab is man essay titled ‘I’m Not Famous.’ I debated whether to post it under the I Remember tab, as it does reference a memory, but I chose Musings due to it’s self-reflective manner. Fame is an interesting word in that as a noun it points to a state of being. Even that can be viewed from the first, second, or third-person perspective. It’s all relative.
Mom went to heaven today to be with dad. Gib, Kath, and I were there and although there were tears, I was smiling because I knew she was now with dad and our Heavenly Father. Mom never cried, at least in the company of others and her children were no exception. Like I told dad just five weeks ago, I told mom that I would see her later. Mom is free now, and she doesn’t have to cry.
While listening to a podcast the other day, I heard a reference made to ‘this version of your life.’ I Thought that was pretty cool. A person can portray behavior, a personal being in one fashion on any given day, and then portray themselves differently on the next day. Any given behavior could be sporadic or consistent, however there is an underlying truth to who that person really is.
I have been many people in my life. This version of my life is the best one I think. It’s taken time, a lot of time. And it’s taken a lot of lessons that have been all for me, just like your lessons have been all for you.
Each person, all the events in our lives are there because God put them there. What we choose to do with them is up to us.
We look to the future and think ‘there is still a lot of time’ to get x or y completed. Well, time is relative and before we know it, it’s here already. Where did that time go?, we ask. Doesn’t really matter, it’s gone. Time to move forward.
So instead of wondering or asking ‘Are we there yet?’, it’s time to stay focused on the here and now. Even if the moment has already passed us by, we need to be all-ready for what’s next.
She was my ‘first’, much older than me, and she was married. Just posted under the I Remember tab is an essay titled Mrs. Fleming.
I wonder how clouds vary in structure and sight in different parts of the world. Clouds are all over the earth. There’s got to be a variance. If not by make-up, then by pattern, I don’t know. Something to research. Just posted under the Sky tab is a captivating pic taken earlier today. As always, stunning!
I was in a brand new world and You held me from the start without even having a name. Though I was nervous and afraid You took me in your arms and gave me warmth and comfort from the start. Who are you? What is happening? What is that sound? What am I feeling? Where are we going? Your gentle voice and soft eyes relaxed me. Not sure what to do I just whimpered, and I gave in to the moment. This is where I'm supposed to be, I know it. This is where I'm supposed to be, and this is where I'll stay.
We never know where we will go next. It could be into the past, and sometimes it could be the future. But is it our past, and is it our future?
Dreams. There is no beginning and there is no end.
Is infinity and ever expanding time and space the same for me and for you? We may say it is, we may assume that it is. Is it really?
Dreams. They take me places that I sometimes do not want to go.
Just posted under the Musings tab is an essay titled The Miracle of Love. I think the essay’s words are something I have tried to convey for many years, but have not been able to find the ‘right words’ either spoken or written.
Uniqueness is typically a spontaneous circumstantial occurrence. It just happened with me, just now it did. I wasn’t trying, the desire and words just flowed. And it was pretty awesome.
I’m not claiming what I wrote is ‘all that’, but it was profound for me. The music streamed from my fingers. The Miracle of Love.
Waking up very early in the morning is something I intentionally do. My mind is clear and uncluttered from what the day will bring to me. But I am selfish and desire more time each and every day. I used to force myself, at the expense of sleep time, to stay awake very late in the evening and sometimes into the morning. I thought that my productivity level was optimized and that false knowledge satisfied my brain.
But that was not the case.
It was somewhat of a challenge, but I made the switch to get to bed early and wake up early. The world is slower in the morning, and it feels so good. The morning is when I rev-up my intellectual engine, and within hours there is already more that I’d like to do throughout the day. I’m planning my day without even realizing that I am doing so. The clock is ticking and I better keep moving. Go, go, go. Get it done.
Can I have more hours please?