I feel like this stone woman with ideas
and mischief sprouting about.
What is she dreaming about? Is she reminiscing
about a long, lost, love or going over her “to do list?” I am dreaming about the
next season in this wonderful experience called life. I am grateful for the
mirth and delight knocking on my door and taping at my window. I am more open
to the flow of life and to letting in the good stuff.
It has taken such a long time for me to
figure out that other people’s expectations and their ranting about life’s
unfairness is just that … theirs.
It’s not for me to take upon as my own. I
had an experience with a dear friend who flew off the handle recently and
behaved in a very childish way about something he “felt” was an injustice to
him. In the past I would have
taken this on as my own, but now I choose to let him have his say and to remind
myself that his feelings are just that “his.”
When you figure out that you have so many
choices, it is like holding a magical key that unlocks a myriad of otherwise
locked up options.
Text and photography copyright 2012 by SMLLMS, all rights reserved
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