Keep finding things
to love about
Keep finding things
to love about
Nothing beats a deep night’s sleep.
But in a world of chaos, quality sleep seems to be a luxury that only a few partake.
The most common directives given by instructors, per se, are: relax and breathe, count sheep, quiet the mind or meditate.
Well, that’s easier said than done.
You have to find what works especially for you.
But until you try different strategies, you’ll never know.
Here’s what works for me:
And voilà, I am out like a light.
I hope you find your way to a restful slumber.
Sweet Dreams and…
Without exception, everybody gets hit with shit. Some succumb to the pressure. Others barely survive. Why? Because, they’ve lost their muchness. Well, that’s what The Mad Hatter said to Alice: “You’ve lost your muchness. In there (pointing to her belly), something’s missing.”
What’s missing in your life?
Sure, it is beyond wonderful to have that particular someone in your life who, without fail, creates beautiful ballads from bad rhymes; who turns your frown upside down; who extends unrelenting support; whose energy cocoons you and transmits new life; whose silent love imbues strength.
But what if that special person is not available or are no longer here on earth?
There is a reason that your peace is deeply disturbed or that your boat is at the brink of a shipwreck. And until you realize and exercise your own strength, you may be kept in the storm.
So, where is your muchness?
There is a smoldering in your belly. When ignited, it becomes a powerful flame that can never be extinguished no matter what life douses.
The strength you need already exists inside of you.
Do you have the guts to light it? Because no one else, no matter how lovely, is capable of lighting your fire.
It seems as though the earth upon which I stand is quicksand. Slowly sinking but never fully submerging is a heartless ruse.
I am forced to lay back when I’m accustomed to being strong, fighting, going against the grain and all. But because of the cement-like sediment, I cannot battle and quickly maneuver or else I seal my fate with my demise.
So, what do I do?
The hour is late. The tide is soon to roll in. There is no “sink or swim” and “fly or die” doesn’t apply.
The only thing that I am able to do is close my eyes, lean back, breathe and wait for salvation.
Sometimes, I wonder if all of this is worth it? My answer is yes!
Life certainly teaches. But is the drama necessary? A simple notecard mysteriously placed on my pillow will do.
I suppose experiencing a particular thing is best. Beyond everything, I can only strengthen atrophied muscles by actually working them. But I never anticipated that relaxing and mentally letting go would be an area that needed exercise.
But I accept the invitation. Actually, I have no choice.
Perfection has absolutely nothing to do with physical attributes, other than the fact that whatever you’re born with is downright flawless.
Thus, striving for perfection, in the physical sense, is an unnecessary burden. It leads to stress and dumbass decisions like butchering your body via plastic surgery for the sole purpose of cosmetic vanity.
Incidentally, no amount of surgery will keep you looking young and pretty. If truth be told, altering your bone structure and getting injections to obtain the perfect look actually ages you tremendously. You cannot one-up Father Time. However, there’s something exquisitely beautiful, dazzling and elegant about a man or woman who accepts and adores his or her body; and ages gracefully without going under the knife.
“Your face is marked with lines of life, put there by love and laughter, suffering and tears. It’s beautiful.” ~Lynsay Sands
“Youth is a gift of nature, but age is a work of art.” ~Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
So, tell me, what makes you perfect?
Do you subscribe to someone else’s meaning or do you have your own? Does your meaning give you anxiety? Does it cause stress or depression? If so, then simply change your connotation of the word. You do not have to abide by anyone else’s definition!
Here’s my take.
My notion of perfection has an air of lightness and loveliness. For me, perfection and love are cut from the same cloth. And like love, perfection is a verb. It is a doing with a particular quality.
Loving myself entirely
A deep embrace
Playfulness and laughter
Knowing when to say, “no”
Knowing when to let go
Living my truth no matter who’s watching
Performing at my very best
So, unburden yourself with society’s standard of perfection and devise your own. You’ll enjoy life a whole lot better!
If we are born of God, Source, Universe, Consciousness or whatever esteemed name you fancy, then we must be an exact replica of the Original enveloping all of what that One Entity constitutes, right?
Do you have any idea the qualities that shape God? Qualities that you’ve actually encountered firsthand and not what you’ve read or heard?
For me, the One Entity, who existed before time and space, is exquisitely beautiful, marvelously magical, profoundly loving, perfectly healthy, perpetually giving, extraordinarily happy, otherworldly creative, inconceivably intelligent, mind-blowingly strong, uncommonly wealthy, remarkably valiant, supremely spontaneous, awesomely adventurous, and wondrously safe and secure. Consequently, I must be all of these things too. After all, we are equal.
And, as I sit and contemplate my complete being—spirit, soul and body, I place extra attention on my spirit which only exists as perfection. The more I acknowledge my spirit, the more access I give it to heal my body, to perform miracles, to be happy, to live magically and to be all of those qualities I deem of God.
So, when will you spend time honoring and celebrating your spirit? It is patiently and lovingly waiting for your “hello.”
Many people do not satisfy their longings to do x, y and z. Fear stops them at every turn. Fear robs them of pure enjoyment and bliss. The horror of disapproval and harsh judgement halt any form of expression and evolvement.
Thoughts of others have absolutely no meaning whatsoever. It’s true. The only mind that matters is yours.
How can you expand your soul by being afraid? How are you to evolve by doing the same activities day in and day out?
I am not a fine art extraordinaire. In fact, I can barely draw. But I painted and the finished product is a very, very long way from that which is considered artistic. However, the sheer pleasure of dabbling in the unknown far outweighs what people think about my trees and things. Besides, if I’d listen to the likes of others, then I would be just another person walking aimlessly in a crowd.
So, I encourage you to heed your pining. Do something fresh and exciting. Learn to play a new instrument. Take a dance class. Do yoga. Adopt a pet. Learn a different language. Write poetry. Compose song lyrics. Draw. Color. Paint. Or don’t take lessons at all. Do it your way. Allow what’s on the inside to come forth. Awaken your magnificence.
Don’t you think you’re worth it?
Anyway, your soul (and body) will adore you for it!