Leftover

I talk to you all the time about the moments that count. However, I understand there are a lot of you out there who think that a bunch of your moments do not count for as much as you’d like them to. So you’ve asked me if, well, you can store them somewhere for later use.

I’d love to tell you, “Yeah!”

Ahhh, but, no…………….

Where ya’ gonna put ‘em? In your pocket? In your shoe? In the food pantry? On the other hand, maybe you’d set up a special safe deposit box at the bank? Or maybe you would like to carry ‘em over like extra minutes on your cell phone plan? You know, then use ‘em next month, ‘cuz it feels to you like this month’s had way too many moments that you had to spend in ways you didn’t really want to, so you know next month will be better for spending the moments that you want to count.

Or better yet, remember that incredible Jim Croce song, Time in a Bottle?
What a poet he was……

Well, Jim put it really well when he wrote:

“If I could save time in a bottle
the first thing that I’d like to do
is to save every day……..”

What if we could do that with those moments we felt we’d “wasted” or the ones we count as ill used?
What would we do differently with those moments than we did with them the first time they laid in the hands of our clock of time?

Remember another part of that song……?
I mean the one that says,
“But there never seems to be enough time
to do the things you want to do
once you find them……..”

So, my friends, I smile an easy smile as I blow a kiss in the air to Jim and look back at you all and say, I too, so, so wish there was some amazing, magic bottle to save those moments of ours in. For I too, want Jim’s magic words to come true.

But, until the day that bottle we want washes up on our shore, I guess we’ll just have to learn to count the treasure in all the moments as we spend them.

A child is born a soft, beautiful innocent.

Leaving forever their sleep of silence in the sensuous rhythms of the Sea of Nine, they will propel themselves ever forward. They look to us for safety.

A child is born a moving, energetic force.

Touching the air for the first time, their tender bodies shudder with bursting newness. They reach for us, knowing only that they need our comfort.

A child is born a clear, open visionary.

Hearing and seeing with a perception unique from our own, they attend to our actions and reactions to learn their own way.

A child is born a creative, expressive imagination.

Designing a puzzle of complexity to later become the labyrinth of their own being, they look to us for guidance, trusting we will offer them love and peace.

A child is born a pure, expansive mind.

Inventing and changing as each day passes, trying on the ideas and images we model for them. But always, a child looks in our eyes seeking our approval and our nurturance.

A child is born a soft, beautiful innocent.
What a child becomes depends on us all.

Innocence Lost:

Today I read the tragically painful, yet hopeful story of the 52 children rescued as part of the FBI's Innocence Lost National Initiative. In 2003 this program was created, with the goal of stopping the sex trafficking of children in the United States.

We all realize the United States is only one of the countries attempting to deal with these insidious crimes against children. The Coalition to Abolish Slavery and Trafficking www.CASTLA.org explains in depth the horror of this story as it reaches around the world touching every crevice of the globe.

However, it is imperative to recognize that a child does not have to be kidnapped in the night, snatched at a playground, or sold into slavery to become the victim of this chilling degradation. The harrowing truth is a child is the victim of a sexual assault from a stranger in only about 10% of all cases.

This, in turn, reflects a catastrophic realization. 90% of the time a child is a victim of sexual abuse, it is caused by someone they know. Additionally, estimates indicate that 30-70% of perpetrators of child sexual abuse are the child's direct relative.

These facts are terrifying.
Yes.

If they are terrifying to us to read I ask us all to think of the incredible terror and overwhelming pain each of these children suffers with daily. These children will grow into adults. All of us do. This pain is not easily left behind.

No child should live this way. No child.

No one.

Anywhere.

Please, reach out.

At what age do we take responsibility for our actions? When do we become accountable for our decisions? I learned a critical life lesson when I decided to use John Steinbeck's East of Eden for a class assignment. I was 15. I haven't forgotten the book - or what it taught me about myself.

MomentsCount.com As Go Daddy founder Bob Parsons says in his Rules For Success, "We're not here for a long time. We're here for a good time!" There's no place in your world that you go where you intend to spend eternity. Not even ...here.

Reach out

Reaching out when life is hurting can be the most frightening thought we can consider.

We fear rejection.
We fear disappointment.
We fear silence.

But, when pain engulfs our life, the smoke and flames can blind us to the exit labeled SOLUTION.
Times such as these we need the eyes, heart, mind, and strong arms of those who can see the difficulties in our personal world with a fresh view.

We are enriched when we reach to those who care for us.
We are embraced when we reach to those who love us.

Humankind is a species dependent on its interconnectedness. In other words, the need to connect, to help each other, to hold one another close is what makes us, well, human.

And remember, when we reach out we offer something to the ones we reach to. We offer them the special opportunity to GIVE.

Life is an amazing opportunity to share time with each other.

Thank you for sharing your time with me.

Go on...pick a color! Any color!

If you were to grab a box of colors and draw “you” what does it look like?

Which color would you catch first?

Where would you put the first mark? The left upper corner? The bottom right, toward the edge? Or, would you begin smack dap in the center of the sheet?!

Is the image in your head before you start? Do you know what you’re drawing already? Or is it something that will have to evolve as you go?

What choices define what you lay on the surface before you?

Will the picture be a specific representation of something literal, like a bridge or a tree? Maybe you see yourself as an amusement park ride or a totem, like an animal that inspires you? Or will you cast aside expectations of exactitude spilling out shapes and shades of only your own secret definition, something asserting the abstract within or about you?

You get to decide.

It’s all CORRECT.
It’s your DECISION of YOU.
Let your mind unfurl onto the wind of your imagination.

You can be lines along a graph, definitive and clear.
You can be dots upon a canvas, expressive and suggestive.
You can be swirls throughout the universe, cosmic and mysterious.

You can be anything.

Perhaps you’re a scarred and well-used solid work-worn steel hammer enjoying a hard earned rest, lying on a richly golden plank of virgin lumber.

Or maybe a white- and red-checkered tablecloth in the middle of a grassy plain on an exquisite day, stimulated and aroused by the tussle snap of the summer wind.

You can be everything.

You are the inspiration of your own art.

You are the inspiration of your own life.

Be your masterpiece.

A leader?

Are you a “Leader”?
I don’t ask you the question as a challenge.
I don’t ask you the question as an insight.

I’m simply asking you a question.
And, I don’t know whether or not you have your own answer.

But, I will ask you to consider my question with honesty.

If you are a “Leader” you are tremendously necessary to this world of ours.
We are a gifted and an empowered planet.
We need leaders.

We need conscientious and informed debate and problem solving.

The answer to my initial question will be “no”, for many of you.

To those of you who in pride or in hesitation choose “no” as the most honest answer to that question allow me to hand you an observation to twirl around in the elegant light of your consciousness.

Your current truth of yourself may be changed by an act that moves you,
an idea that motivates you,
a horror that challenges you,
an adventure that educates you,
a crisis that alters you,
a milestone that compels you,
a phenomenon that excites you,
an emergency that galvanizes you,
a life that inspires you,
or,
a love that defines you.

I am not attempting, in anyway, to deny your understanding or belief in your “self” or your concept of your “self”. My point is simply, our life redefines us in ways we never expect. When this happens -- we change. It is as if the energy swirling within us and around us marshals forces of movement, impelling us to engage capabilities, skills, powers and understanding seemingly greater and/or more directed than we’ve retrieved before.

And I offer you this additional thought. Trust the change.

But, until it comes, if it ever comes….. I ask you to be the leader of that, which by its very definition, ONLY you can be the leader of – your INTEGRITY.

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About a decade ago my mother and stepfather, because of a series of unfortunate investments and dismal financial missteps, found themselves living in their motor home in a shopping mall parking lot. Different people approach the world and its circumstances in different ways.

For my stepfather, well, it was a grand adventure. My parents were retired by this point. So he wanted to travel, use the opportunity to see every crack in the country he’d not yet visited. As a younger man he’d laced his motorcycle in and around every black-ribboned highway he could find the time to journey while raising a family and holding down a demanding job.

But for my mother, this storyline in her biography felt completely terrifying. For my mother her life had become a failure. She saw herself as – homeless. This brilliant, beautiful, capable and perennially creative woman perceived that after 65 years on this planet she’d lost her security, her dignity, her confidence, her self.

She kept me outside the loop of these circumstances when we would talk on the phone.

Shame, embarrassment, self-reproach, guilt, remorse, humiliation…these treacherous emotions often cause us to hide things from those that love us the most because we so fear their rejection or disappointment. Yet, it is the love of those that love us the most that so often is the rope and ladder back to our selves.

With nothing but the clothes on their backs, the vehicle to carry them and a few household items my stepfather saw freedom and my mother saw failure.

My stepfather was a very healthy sixty-nine years young.

My mother’s painful back injury complicated much of her life.

They lived in the shopping mall parking lot where their P.O. box was located.

My mother determined to continue to pay all her remaining bills on time or early. This was somehow proof to herself that she still had some control over a life she no longer recognized as her own because it had seemingly spun so completely out of control. Thus, she and my stepfather lived chained to a mailbox for almost a year.

My mother is no longer living.

She left this plane we all share about six years ago.

I miss ya’, Mom.

So, today and each day when I look around my community and I confront the horrendous truth of what the financial devastation of our country and our global economy has created I am stricken. I pass shopping mall parking lots. I see the motor homes parked overnight. I drive by parks and see the shopping carts packed with precious possessions, remnants of lives once much fuller. Driving under a foliaged freeway overpass in larger metropolises I see cardboard box beds. There are the stored and secured bags, newspapers and cans, these hard sought treasures are soon to become subsidizing income sources.

Forced to live a compromised life on public display, seeking shelter, food, cleansing, even a bathroom, always in the wide-angle lens of the entire world, knowing no safety, no respite from weather, meager resources, the need to be watchful, fear.

Here in the United States alone 3.5-million people are homeless, of those people 1.4 million are children. This means 40% of the homeless in this country are children……….

But what do we see? Mostly, we see the inanimate items, the symbols in the streets. Intellectually, we know what they mean. We understand the signals of pain, fear, devastation and personal destitution they represent, and when they begin that slow rising shrill scream inside us –- QUICKLY, we look away.

People, whose lives have been thrown in the air like a deck of playing cards, scattered about the room. But, I will tell you, a lot of those cards will never be found again. They will land behind a memory of shame too dark to revisit or fall in the depression of a weight too heavy to move.

Those cards I speak of don’t refer to personal possessions, to “things” or “objects” that define us. I’m talking to you about self-esteem, a personal sense of security, one’s comfort in the world. It’s these cards in the deck that are sometimes never recovered.

I look into the eyes of the people in those motor homes, the ones going through bags in the park or pushing shopping carts down the alleyway. I’ve come to know intimately the people who live beneath the overpasses.

They are not all my mother; They are not all my stepfather. They are not all any one person. Every one of These people, woman and man, infant, child, teen or mature adult or elder, each has Their own story. But, They have a story. They are not a byline or a stereotype. They are not a product of one event or one reason. But, They are too many and They are too limited in Their options. And this is what strikes deepest in me; for now, you see I realize while They are all different people and They are not any one person I am tortured and touched by all of Them; for I recognize Them all. For, any of Them by the slightest twist of life could be Me………

Did you hear that?! Well, if ya’ didn’t TURN IT UP!!!!!

Okay, okay!!
Truth’s out!!

I’m one of those people who turn their music up really loud in the car.

No, I mean REALLY loud!!
Yup!

I won’t lie to ya’.
Make note of that.
I won’t lie to you.

But, back to the topic at hand, playing the music in my car….it’s reeeaaallllly
loud!
Why? You may be asking.
Well, honestly, I love the feeling of the vibe rushing through me, infusing me with the energy of the music’s intention.

And I listen to music that has intention.
Additionally, I embrace my own intention in approaching the music.

Music is with me in all things I do.
Music lights my scenes of thought, carving the canyons of my silent depths in subtle tones.
It dwells in me.
But never deny me playful beats or hip swinging rhythms,
because music also moves within me urging me to respond to its arousing invitation to a-a-a…..whatever.

I am addicted to music. Are you?

I so hope you are, because music is amazing!!!
Music is a rich art of all sound melded into melodies of our imaginings.
For music is in an easy whisper, a clap of thunder, a jangling of keys, the wind’s moan through huge trees, the persistent ring of an unanswered phone, the repetitious clack of a train track, a wooden door’s eerie creak, the burst of a firework’s color splatter.
Breath is music.
The slight soft echo of separation between the lips of lovers in gentle passion, this too is music.

Music is an art of sound structured by time and rhythm. It molds our emotions by expressing ideas with melody, arrangement, harmony and instrumentation.
It colors itself and us as it is absorbed within us. And we are changed.

Even music, as simply a mere sequence of notes arranged in time, can activate the same reward centers in the brain as drugs such as cocaine.
In PET (Photo Emission Topography) scans of the brain, music lights up the entire brain. This indicates that even with just basic exposure to music the full brain registers activity, shows excitation.

Now add to all of this discussion that music’s repeatedly demonstrated capabilities, validated by reliable research studies done by credible organizations and universities, to enhance learning, influence intelligence testing, assist in mental health, aid in memory retention, positively influence the comprehension of new information, mitigate the effects of immediate trauma and post traumatic stress disorder, quicken the healing in and throughout the brain and body, including severe damage from debilitating strokes. These are, literally, just a few examples I’ve chosen to name.

But now, my tendency to play my music (gulp!) extremely loud has definitely paid off!!! Come to find some wonderful researchers at Manchester University
have found that LOUD music stimulates a part of the inner ear known as the sacculus. The sacculus responds to the beat in the music.
Apparently the sacculus, is sensitive only to very loud volumes, those above 90 decibels. An expert in the scientific study of music, Ned Thomas, explains that the sacculus is not thought to have any direct hearing function in humans, but it seems to be a part of a primitive hearing mechanism that has slowly been lost, as humans have evolved. He further discusses it has a connection to the part of the brain responsible for drives such as sex, hunger and hedonistic responses. (Heck, guess you know a whole lot more about me now, huh! LOL!)
At any rate, he elaborates further that when these desires are satisfied, the brain is stimulated into releasing “feel good” hormones that make us calm, happy and responsive.

So, I say, embrace the theory!
Turn up the music!
Release the “feel good” hormones!
Light up your brain!
And let’s all get freakin’ high………..on LOUD MUSIC!!!!!

All right!!!! Now, this is an addiction worth embracing!!!!

Everyday you get up.
Everyday……
You do.

You wake up.
Now, are you one of those people who greets the day!?! Or do you stare at it?

I spend a lot of time blinking at the ceiling. It’s white.
It stares back at me. My eyes are blue.
I like to fancy myself someone who begins the day embracing controversy….

Maybe you woke to the screaming rattle of an alarm clock?
Perhaps you roused slow, in a snuggling embrace?
Or maybe the kids pouched on you. And wide-eyed, you discovered yourself suddenly running rescue on a morning already in jangled mid-derailment?
Or was it your parent who intruded upon those last few moments in the blissful land of Nod?
Was the dog wanting out or maybe the cat was jumping on your head?
Or could you be one of those interesting people who sets your internal clock to pop your eyes open when the time is just right. (I think that’s cool! I gotta try that!). However you do it. You do it! You get up.
You begin the day.
You start the day.
You begin.
You start.
Get it!?

You do it everyday.
Everyday.

YOU begin something new.
YOU start something fresh.

A fresh day!
A new adventure!
You HAVE a CHOICE
EVERY
NEW DAY
how you will
CHOOSE to
LIVE IT.

How did you create yesterday?
How are you creating today?
How will you create tomorrow?

I too, have to remind myself over and over again to live – on purpose. I too, have to remind myself, over and over again to glance at my personal compass, then review the fold-up map of my life I keep in the back pocket of my mind and compare my position with the plotted landmarks.

I live with doubts, as you do.
I live with questions, as you do.
We are flesh and blood.
We are mortal.
We have limited time.
But we each have value,
incredible value,
to ourselves,
to each other,
to the world.

We hesitate in the face of a powerful idea because we are frightened to BEGIN.
We stop on the surface of an inspiring concept because we are scared to START.

Starting.
Beginning.
They can seem so hard….. until someone does for you what someone did for me.
So, let me tap you on the shoulder, look you in the eye and remind you,
you are a pro at beginnings.
You are an expert at start-ups.

Here, do me a favor.
Heck, do both of us a favor.
Okay?!
Come on!
Grab a pencil and paper!
Got it?!
Okay, now take every year of your life and multiply it by 365.

Okay, got the answer?
Okay!
Now, take that number and add how many days have passed since your last birthday.
Okay, what number did you get?!

Great!!!!!!!!

That number is how many start ups you’ve mastered!!!
This number is how many beginnings you’ve completed!!!!
‘Cuz remember where we began this chat with you?
“Everyday you get up. Everyday……”
Get it!?!

So, I repeat, that’s how many start ups you’ve practiced!!!
This is how many beginnings you’ve mastered!!!!

Were they all successful??!!!!

Was it easy?
Was it work?
Was it a tightrope?
Was it a cakewalk?
How ‘bout yes, yes, yes, yes…..

And I ask you again, the question I ask myself all the time…

Were they all successful??!!!!

My answer -

Heck YES!!!!!!!!

Why?

My answer –

You’re STILL HERE!!!!

A SUCCESSFUL BUSINESS IS ONE THAT SURVIVES THE DIFFICULT TIMES.

You’re ALIVE!!!!!!!!
You’re THINKING!!!!
You’re DISCOVERING!!!!!!
You’re CREATING!!!!!
Dang, seems to me you’ve done it beautifully because it brought you and I together on this page.
I like it.
And WE -- YOU & I -- both of us have a lot to accomplish.

YOUR LIFE has VALUE.

Each moment of your life is uniquely valuable!

Each moment is a new beginning!
Each moment is a fresh start!

You’ve got a lot to do!!!!

So, come on!!!
Let’s get crackin!!!!

Fear: Beat it at its own game ...

Brave.
Courageous.
Great words.

I like ‘em.
Don’t’ you?
But, let’s be honest with each other. We only understand what they are if we acknowledge that we have stared into the flash-flame scarlet-hot eyes of - Fear.

I know Fear. I’d introduce you, but I’m sure you two have met before.
Now Fear and I, we have spent way too many hours glaring at one another.
We have yelled at one another across deafening black silence and hushing white noise.
We’ve tangled and wrestled ‘til both of us are battered and bloodied.
And I am only too aware the day will ne’er come when I will be completely free of my too familiar adversary, Fear.

People constantly look at one another and assume others are so much more “together” than they are. They don’t experience Fear.
I will assert to you, they may experience it differently, but they do experience it. Our friend Fear is a cross species experience. It is not something only you are held hostage by.
So as you read this, I believe you and I can look across this page at one another and know we are similar.
None of us is alone in this experience.
Every one of us has felt Fear.
Every one of us has known Fear.
Every one of us has lived in Fear.
Fear knows us and we know Fear, too well.

But, thankfully, we know the other side of the coin.
We may not always find the energy to move forward, make it through, push ahead, get it to happen, pull it out, go for it all, etc., etc.
But LOTS of times we do.
Lots of times WE DO.

And when we do we are COURAGEOUS. We are BRAVE.

You see despite the albatross around my neck with the tattooed moniker “Fear” upon its breast, I move forward in my life.
Each time I do I evoke the power of the word Courage.
I’ve learned from the wisdom of those who love me, I am “Brave”.
I have come to own the truth of this, painfully at times, I admit.
But I understand what it means to let Fear go, to beat Fear up, to push Fear aside.

Courageous.
Brave.
Are they words you’re comfortable with?
Are they words you attach to yourself?

Can you be with the thought of being “Brave?”
Or, of being Courageous?
Are these words you only offer to the behavior of others?

Courageous.
Brave.
Hold the words for a moment.

Now, move them closer to you.
Now a little closer, there, that’s good.

Let them belong to you.
C-O-U-R-A-G-E-O-U-S
B-R-A-V-E

I want you to recognize, as I take stock of often of in my world, you have lived your whole life moving past your fears.
You’ve started new jobs or opportunities, aware they seemed intimidating to you. That was courageous. That was brave.
You’ve opened your mind to original ideas and possibilities despite the fact you would have all new concepts to learn. You were courageous. You were brave.
Maybe, you’ll open your heart to someone you feel exciting feelings for even if you are afraid of getting hurt. This is courageous. This is brave.

To try. Courageous. Brave.
To expand. Courageous. Brave.
To give. Courageous. Brave.
To share. Courageous. Brave.
To love. Courageous. Brave.

To live. Courageous. Brave.

Stepping off the curb

I stepped off the curb this morning and in a moment I heard the sickening scream of brakes crushing to stop.

In the next moment I felt my world freeze inside me.

I was, in that moment, all I had come to be.
Every breath, every touch, every story,
every smile, every mystery, every wink, every role,
every joy, every adventure, every song, every tear….
I realized in that one moment I was, my history.

As if in a race, the next few moments began colliding on the stopwatch in my cognition; the car came to hard, tense rest, breathing heat inches from my taut, ready breath-caught form.

Now, as I sit here, with you near my page,

I write with the peace of mind I am intact, able to offer my complete body, mind, heart and energy to these thoughts.

Each of us steps off curbs of life’s offering each day.
We do this constantly unaware of what fate may hold for us.
What we do know, always, is we have no guarantee what’s coming around the corner.
All we can do is live as consciously as we are able.

Do we survive or do we strive?

Do we watch out or do we reach out?

Are we afraid of being hurt or are we open to love’s possibilities?

Will we only allow the outcomes we can foresee or will we accept the horizon’s amazing color changes as the day ages?

As I sit here, with you near my page,
I feel a deep and resonant space within me.
I experience it as the “well” of my experience.
It echoes.
It has, at times, a cavernous lonely sound.
How often we are surrounded by so many and so alone within ourselves.
Then other times, we long for this same space within us to be calmed by the quiet comfort of another with whom we can be still, hushed and safe.
Just longing for a space in time, when perhaps, the simple beauty of the eyes of another is the voice within our own inner landscape.

The “well” of my experience is vast.
Different in its diversity than your own, of this I am sure.
But the profundity of your life and my own is without question.
I speak with conviction unmovable.

I have in my various careers and roles, as a psychotherapist, a consultant, a CEO; the list goes on and on, worked with all types and demographics. The gamut of populations and the variations within them has been extreme. I’ve been lucky enough to have the double doors of my world rammed open wide by the breadth of ceaseless diversity that is the reality of our world. I have driven to the cliff of Knowledge and while I teetered on the edge I’ve seen the Truth:
DAMN, WE ARE PROFOUND!!!

Strangely, it is not unusual in presentations and trainings I give, for people to raise their hands and question, even refute my statements asserting the profundity of them and/or their lives.
I have to admit this saddens me.
To have people actively argue with me with a seemingly urgent need to convince me that they and their lives are “not profound” leaves me with an abysmal sadness.

But, this is not a light topic for me.
So I will not allow anyone to easily dismiss the quality and power of their own life.
We ARE profound, every one of us.

I will not refute that we CAN absolutely choose to neglect or reject our responsibility to ourselves and one another and therefore deny our profundity, but this does not make us any less profound.
It only makes us one who has placed our profundity on the shelf of inactivity.

But at any moment we can take our personal power off the shelf, dust it off and state with assertive initiative, “I’ve got important things to contribute. I’m necessary. I’m needed. I matter.”

We can be that person who accepts their “profound” truth:

Accept the truth of your own insight.
Accept the truth that you extend far below the surface of what others see of you.
Accept the truth of your personal intensity, which may or may not be hidden from others.
Accept the truth that you are more than what the world knows of you.
Accept the truth that the world has yet to see all you have to offer; you have more to give, more to share.

With my truest conviction, I implore you! Embrace your profundity.
After all, I have already embraced it for you.
It’s simply waiting for you to claim it. (I’m lovingly smiling at you right now……)

So, take it from me, you don’t need to wait for the moment when fate foreshadows your life’s finish line to make the choice to strive, to reach out, to be open to love’s possibilities or to accept the horizon’s amazing color changes as the day ages.

You only need to:

Choose to strive.

Choose to reach out.

Choose to be open to love’s possibilities.

Choose to accept the horizon’s amazing color changes as the day ages.

The definition of who I am is a constantly evolving process.
What about you?
How do you see your life?

For me, I kinda see my life like an amazing journey I feel lucky enough to be on.

It’s as if I’m on a path.
Mind you, it’s nothing as clearly defined as Dorothy’s yellow brick road.
No, it’s more like a caramel dusty lane.
It beckons my attention and demands my contemplation.
The allure of “what can be” up ahead pulls me ever onward.
My wonder at what awaits me around the bend just feels too much like magic to ever risk letting it be a paradise lost.
I lovingly succumb to the romance of the adventure.

I don’t just travel during the light of day.
Matter of fact, this journey I’m taking with you, well it’s 2:24am as I write this missive to you.
So you see, while I let the rising fair moon and chasing handsome sun function as record-keepers of my journey’s length, they don’t necessarily determine the beginning or end of any of the mission’s progression.

When I stop, there is purpose.
Aside from the urgings of sleep, which I’m sure, tap my shoulder far more often than I probably notice, there is beauty. Everywhere I look I see simply elegance and enriching depth in the people and places my path brings me to find. I am changed. I am more for what they offer me in word and deed.
I have been afforded many opportunities on my trek.
I have taken each I could bear the responsibility for.
I have labored and been accorded much favor.
I have also known much sadness, much loss.

And I have learned, my friend, you must cherish if you are lucky enough to see, the exquisite bloom of the lovely rose. For, too quickly and without warning she may leave you with only the memory of her comeliness. If you are fortunate perhaps another spring offers you her visage again. But if not, her delicate, velvet petals lay scattered in your hand, a testament to a treasure you only thought was to be ever yours.

I look to the sky and search the stars to trace my place on my path, my place in the world.
Where is Orion? There he is. The hunter reminds me I must seek to be courageous and hunt for what will continue to satisfy my longing for adventure and wisdom.
Where is Pegasus? I see him. The winged horse, he is urging me to always be moving forward.
Where is Andromeda? Alas, I see her. The chained maiden, she in her bondage is my beacon. She urges me, demands of me, to free those who seek to open their world to all that life offers, all life can be.

On I go, traveling my caramel dusty lane with a satchel of all needed internal resources, a magnifying glass for personal review, vast amounts of humor, more than my share of fascination for all things, hopefully at least a little bit of graciousness, a collection of tears, an abundance of fairness, plenty of smiles, maybe a tiny bit of charm and definitely enough “smarts” to realize that the more I learn the less I know…….