ideas…

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I was recently in Vancouver, BC.  And there are parts of the city, that for lots of reasons, are less than beautiful at first glance.  There is a particular street that has several factors working against it.  So, I’d be justified in saying it’s not beautiful.  It also tends to smell a little like a chicken rendering plant from time to time.   The point is, I am a bit more challenged to find what’s good about it, than in much of the rest of the city.  Until, the sun comes from behind the street, lights up the city skyline and reaches all the way to this fence.  All the way to these delicate flowers and fills them with light.  Which I wouldn’t have seen, if I weren’t looking.  If I weren’t hoping to find something beautiful.  Thing is, I had to let go of the idea of ugly before I could find the other.  Sometimes, maybe it’s just letting go of an idea… maybe it’s just that simple.

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little bird

little bird

I knew this little girl a long time ago.  I was her.  Before anyone told her who she couldn’t be.  Shouldn’t be.  Before the doubt.   Before the self-preservation tactics kicked in.  The only “walls” that existed were made of plaster and and kept her safe.  I suppose it doesn’t matter how I lost touch with her.  Not really.  Only that I have re-discovered this little girl’s essence is still in tact.  Simplicity is sometimes as simple as we allow it to be.  Life has had its challenges.  Its blessings.  And my heart can be as it was when I was three.  More trusting.  And fuller still.

Time to make it so

to see

Today is just a date on the calendar.  Just a date.  And when I look at what that date was supposed to signify, it makes me sad at first.  And then I look some more.  I look back over the past few months.  And the past few years.  And I realize that part of me has been sad.  For a long time, about what I am not.  What isn’t.  Today… tonight, to be precise, I decided to order a small pizza.  pepperoni, olives, onions on half.  I poured irish whiskey over ice, added ginger ale and turbinado sugar.  I raised the glass and made one more decision.  To be happier with what is and who I am,  than sad about what isn’t or what I’m not.  Or make it so.  And every day that I can live this, will be its own celebration.

… to believe it

orchid

I had always heard orchids took a lot of care, starting with being in the right climate.  I love how delicate they are, but stay away from them as I can’t keep a cactus alive.  Maybe it’s time.  To take what I’ve learned.  And try again.  Maybe it’s time to believe I can do it.  Because maybe, just maybe, it’s not that complicated.

honoring

honor

“It is not titles that honour men, but men that honour titles.”   ~ Machiavelli

I thought of this quote as I was performing the most benal task this morning.  I don’t really have a title.  But I have a place.  I have roles.  And I was wondering what kind of honor I have brought to them.  As small as they have been.  Not a lot.  Not very often.  And it hasn’t been the mistakes that I have made that brought dishonor, but my heart.  I’m glad I have time.  I have today.

little by little

love_1Just yesterday, a friend asked me, “what now”?   And it’s hard to know.   Because my world changed and I wasn’t ready to change with it.  Ready doesn’t matter.  So, two days ago, I began asking new questions.  Looking for new answers.  Heart open.  It’s time.  To start from a place of love and take one more step.  Toward light.  Toward living.  Toward more love.  Treading softly as I dream new dreams one at a time.  Building them little by little.  Sharing them as I go.

…is

postcard

I found a postcard from London that I sent my mom and dad exactly 27 years ago today.  I was so excited about my life that even in the tiniest handwriting, I couldn’t fit it all on the back.  I was fortunate to study abroad that year and I wrote it while sitting outside Buckingham Palace, just after seeing the Queen arrive.  I had seen a Puccini musical, gone boating, gotten my hair cut (1980’s London style—that’s right) and had my cartilage pierced.  (that’s when piercing anything was radical)… All within two days.   The day before that, I had secured a summer job working on a book with my professor, seen my first international rugby match, (where I also learned that Scotsmen, in fact, do NOT wear anything under their kilts), eaten my first authentic Indian food, and learned how to drive on the left side of the road.

Today.   I was excited to use my new spin toothbrush.

Over the years, I’ve thought about letting my ear close up.  But this morning, I twisted the same little diamond, and it made me smile.   A reminder of the girl who was… is.

the struggle of fire

fire

I have been listening lately to people talk about how they feel too deeply or give too freely, all of it leaving them open to hurt.  And the people in particular that I’m thinking of  are two of my favorite people.  Not just because of who they have been to me, but because of who they are.  As people.  One of them wants to shut down, close her heart, because she gets hurt when she opens it.  The other feels he has given so much of himself to others that there is now very little left.  To give at all.  Both have gotten hurt as a result.  The thing is–the problem is, I think it’s all connected.  The abilities I think we have to open our heart, feel too intensely, leaving us hurt, give too much, leaving us depleted, is all part of the wondrous people we are.  It’s deeply entwined with the way we receive and give love.  The way we express.  The way she is able to be on stage in front of hundreds of people and stir someone’s soul with her voice.  And the way he is able to translate a vision of light and emotion in his head through a lens and have it bring someone to tears.  And I have to believe this about myself.  The areas of my being that allow me to feel the most pain and often frustration, are the very parts that allow me to see beauty in the world and people around me.  To shut down the part of me that feels “too” deeply, means I shut off the ability to feel joy as well as pain.  Even what we create, if we are able to create at all, becomes a partial expression.  It seems like a shame to put out the fire, just because it might burn me, when it’s the same fire that warms me when I’m cold.  And that.  is the struggle.

landslide

changing seasons

I really don’t know if I can sail through the changing ocean tides.  I think I can handle the seasons of my life.  And I know the child within my heart can rise above.  Time does make me bolder.  And I am getting older.  One song and it poses so many questions.  And the truth is, the older I do get, the less I do know.  The less I want to know.  The more I am carried along by seasons and tides and time.  And that child within my heart kicks and screams but is my hope  My very hope.  To believing.  To rising above.

truth

exposure

The good thing about exposure is that you finally get to the heart of things.  Truth.  Sometimes ugly, sometimes just unexpected, sometimes, it’s actually beautiful.  But always truth, because that is what light does.  It exposes.  And it’s not subjective.   The bad thing about exposure, if there is a bad thing, is that the parts being exposed are vulnerable.  And able to be hurt.  But anyone who’s worked a camera knows you need light or you have nothing.  I haven’t figured out the key to staying in light and being protected from pain.  I think it has to do with holding on to truth and standing behind it.  Wearing it.  Once you know what it is.  Living it.  And maybe it’s just knowing that pain goes away.  But truth doesn’t.

en.tropy

entropy

You know what’s great?  When you search the depths of a situation and you search the depths of yourself and you go in looking for one thing thinking that thing is at the crux, the center, and then while you’re in there… in those depths.  That well.  You see something else entirely.  SO, the things you see about yourself– still true.  Things about the situation– still true.  And then… surprise.  That’s not all you were meant to see.  All that searching.  All the discovery.  Was meant to prepare you for something you weren’t expecting.

going out.

frost 2

So, I can’t stay inside.  There’s a danger in locking oneself away.  And it’s painfully cold outside.  Doesn’t do any good to think about fall or spring.  Because I’m in the middle of winter.  In Ohio.  But even in the middle of the bitterness, there is a moment.  Of sunlight and frozen flowers.  And I want to grab on to whatever life force is attached to it.  I think I need to start gathering up moments like these along the way.  And looking for more.  Maybe I won’t notice the cold so much.

so, it’s who, not where

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I told someone today, that, “I’m getting there.”  And then I thought about where “there” is.  And all of a sudden, I wasn’t sure.  It’s not that I’m lost anymore.  I just don’t know where there is.  So, I actually thought about what I meant when I said it.  And here it is.  Every day, I get a little closer to who I am becoming.  And I’m always becoming.  With time.  With new vision.  With an ever expanding heart ( that is often forced to expand).  All mixed in with reality.  Not always comfortable.  But always necessary.  I guess I should say that I don’t know exactly who “there” is.  But I think I’m liking there.  She seems nice.