Friday, January 29, 2016

Move on or pause and celebrate.

Pondering thoughts:


I was pondering, I was thinking, I was wondering if as a parent I am right, or am I wrong.  Not in a general black and white sense, but in a, for this kid do they need that, does my other kid need this.  I questioned myself about one thing, one very real, solid, tangible human experience that I wonder if we need it.


My daughter plays Cello and she loves it.
When she finishes a piece she moves forward.
She gets something harder, more complex, a challenge. 
Then she gets through that.
She moves on.


This is how learning an instrument works.
This is how education works.
This is how life works.
We learn to crawl.
We move on.
We learn to walk.
We move on.
We learn to run.
We move on.
We learn to babble.
We move on.
We learn to talk.
We move on.
We learn to sing.
We move on.
We move on.

So we celebrate the victories.
We celebrate the moving forwards and the bigger steps.
Do we celebrate the sitting still?
Do we celebrate the resting?
Do we celebrate the quiet peace?

What is wrong with sitting still?

What is wrong with not pushing ourselves to constantly move forward?

Why do the words unmotivated, lazy, even exist?

What if we could celebrate the quiet pauses in life once in a while?

Don’t just push through to victories because as you see above, every victory reached makes you set a new goal.  If one lives their lives constantly trying to move forward but never stops for the quiet pauses and enjoy them, have we even lived really?

Our life should not be constant stress.  It should be moving towards goals with many silent pauses in the middle where we can appreciate all we have done, all we continue to do and all we will become.

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Life changes, why is it so hard?

I equate big life changes as this.

Many say they are like climbing up a hill to reach your destination.

I feel more like it's coming down the mountain after you reached the top and falling all the way down with no control.  You are dazed and confused when you get to the end and wonder, "How the hell did I get here and where the hell am I?" 

I prayed to open a daycare for YEARS.  I finally did, I worked hard to get here, but my heart is in helping others.  My heart is in my readings, healing, and spiritual pursuits.

When I was little I used to say I wanted to be a parapsychologist.  That I wanted to work with ghosts but you can't make any money doing that.  I have been proven wrong.  The other great thing about being proven wrong is that now I know what I can do and what I can't.

As I continue to muddle through this process of being pushed off the ledge I often question which direction is going to secure the future.  The funny thing is, really funny thing is, the changes that left me with scrapes, bruises and fear are the ones that have served me the best.  The ones where I felt like I was constantly against a wall pushing forward offered me the most lessons.

So the point is, life changes leave bruises and that is why it's scary.  We wonder how long it will take to heal?  How much time before I get to where I get all the ducks following me again and not tripping me up?  When I fell did I accidently tumble in the wrong direction?  Why am I further away than where I was before?  All of these who, what, where, when and whys leave is curled in a ball sometimes.  We sit there waiting for a rescue party but we realize our only way to our final destination is our own two feet.

So when you fall down the hill and you are wondering why the ground is no longer beneath your feet, when you finally stop.  Know that you were on the wrong path to begin with, so  now you are set right. 

Keep hiking on my friends.

How does your Garden grow?

Mine is growing by leaps and bounds.