Good morning all. And what a lovely morning it is! Here in GA at 10AM (eastern) it is already 69 degrees with a long awaited by me anticipation of high 70's. Can we say it together? Praise Jesus! It is expected in the next few days to be in the 80's, which means, it will be warmer than what weather dot com says california will be. No ill-will to my friends back home but I couldn't be happier--oh how I love the outdoors, even if I am only pulling weeds. Just being out brings a certain calm yet also exuberance to my soul.
First and foremost I wish to thank all of you who emailed, left messages of good-health because of my lettuce food poisoning incident. As I stated in my blog, all was well after I visited the stool the second time. Sometimes I envision that my daughter's house was build on some kind of burial ground because when I am out here I get sick a lot--well, mostly sinus infections and flu like stuff... like the house is cursed with it... of course that is probably the dramatic writer in me, when really it is just that she has a child in Montessori School and another in first grade who have immune systems like Troy and nama smokes a pack a day scoffing at her own adult immune system and eating much of the deep south's fried food while blowing her nose! Anyway, thank you all for your well wishes just the same. They did not go un-noticed! And I felt blessed to have such caring followers.
I also want to take a moment and thank you all for your patience with me and my daily postings while I have been visiting my family here in GA. I realize I have been neglecting you all something terrible... yet please let it be understood that that does not go un-noticed be me either. I think about you folks a lot, many of you still converse with me via email, and soon the writing will be back up to daily and you will all be able to grow tired of me once again, yes?
Anyway... now that I have bored you to pieces, on to today's blog.
You know? One of the things that suck about not writing everyday is that the thoughts (indeed, vultures(in another blog)) build up to the extent that there are so many wanting their voice; they literally drive me mad with their strong desires to be heard... I wonder if that is just an artist thing (again in another blog) or if everyone has such ADD/bi-polor brain races?
Anyway the one thought that heads the procession, maybe because in my own life, the recent cold weather has forced me inside for so long (and please you folks up north, as has been said to me in the past, lets not talk about how the cold weather cannot keep you inside--I get it! This 50 year old CA girl is just not like you ND/Maine folks. If it is below 50 I am inside. Period.) is about "existing" life vs "living" life. Being such an warm weather outdoor girl, when locking myself inside due to cold weather, I feel like I am surviving life; like the bear (evading the deprivations of the cold winter) I gain a bunch of weight and hibernate to wait for the winter's passing. Don't get me wrong, I do this to be around my family--and the grandchildren keep me more than entertained, for sure; the trade off is worth it!.. yet my spirit begins to itch and twitch and indeed rejoice when the temps rise and the bliss of the outdoor activities become a reality for me.
In Courage of Fear I wrote:
"Many people spend a lifetime existing... Few seldom live."
When working in the field of service almost everyone who crossed paths with me were folks whom had been surviving for a very long time. Being a "survivor" myself (If you have been keeping up you will totally get that.) I identified. I knew, from personal experience how one life event could lead to another, and then another, and then another--where a person would begin to focus their life on one question and one question only; What is the (my) truth?
Being their counselor I felt the greatest gift I could share with these folks was to assist them to instill a passion for living. . . to assist them to realize we are not our or anyone else' mistakes. When we see those mistakes (again not just ours in our life, but also others in our life) as experiences of the past; even though we were present when they were happening, we can chose not to be imprisoned by them in today. . .
Today we can choose to live!
Indeed, the good Lord blessed us with survival, obvious by the fact we were sucking air... and if we could find nothing else positive from the situation/experience, we could indeed find that (and lets face it, that's huge!)... and in addition to that we could use those experiences as a measuring stick for what we did not want in our lives and make positive changes to all the things we did want... another words, those of us that are survivors are indeed blessed over those who are not, because of the experience(s) we could find a drive, a determination, a passion for change, indeed a powerful motivator towards happiness (a goal in and of itself that is unobtainable, but a hell of a lot of fun seeking.)
We do not have to be prisoners of our past.
We are not our pasts.
We are today.
We are this moment.
We choose this moment!
Today may we realize the moment's life and LIVE it!
Have a grand day all. I am taking Evey my grand-daughter (who is on spring break) for an adventure in the outdoors! Peace.