Trusting the Process

There is a mentality that is common in beach communities and other nature loving groups that draws from seeing the magniture of the univrse and how to changes.  It is a combination of awe in the systems that are going around us and a humility of realizing how little of a part of it all that we happen to be.  Suddenly, in that moment, things we thought were so important seem small and things that seemed urgent are given a pause.

I have have had a lot of plans that did not go the way that I thought they would go.  There are changes that have happened off and on all though my life.  Some of them have been very difficult leavings and some are difficult comings due to feelings and fears.  In the midst of it all, it can be so conflusing and unclear.  

However, one thing that I have concluded over my life is that the desire to control outcomes only serves to potentially lead to their demise and keep us from needed changes within ourself or our direction.  Ultimately, what will happen, will happen.  

Now, I'm not going to preach a all things happen for a reason message or all things are random.  Doing so would assume that all things are the same, and that is not the case.  Nor, am I qualified to know what the purpose of anything would be, if there is a purpose... or knowledgeable about what is happening in each of your individual lives.

But, what I do feel confident in saying is that fighting against changes are less important than observing them, learning from them, improving ourselves, and moving forward with lessons for a better future.

So, this blog post is me saying that in my own life, I am going to stop trying to make things fit my plans and am going to be more observant and an open participant in trusting that the process, though difficult at time, is able to be a means to making a better me and therefore a better future for myself and others.  I would suggest that is something that can be true for us all.

A Little Fantasy Fiction

Another short, short fiction writing exercise.  Ok.. let's go..

 Anew

Stemble woke with the morning light, the breeze tickling through his branches and rustling his leaves as if to say hello on its way through the meadow.  He had so many mornings like this.  He had greeted the morning so many times, that he entertained the illusion that the morning waited for HIM to awake, before it began its journey.

For a moment, he felt out for Chrystale, his long time friend and partner, but then he recalled that many years before she had been cut down by the Orcs on their campaign to fight the elves and some little ones.  The pain of hearing her wounds still burned in the core of his trunk.  She had been with him for so long, and they had greeted the universe, together.  It seemed that so many of those that he used to know had been cut down in their time, and he felt more and more alone, except for the animals that had made their home in his trunk.  He didn't mind them.  He liked the company, in fact... except for the woodpecker, who picked the worst times to pay a visit.

But, he had seen them, generation after generation.  They came.  They went.  And, he had the perspective that he wished he could impart to them.  All of them were so busy... so rushed and active and feeling like all of the universe was in whatever moment they happened to see.  But, he had seen those moments, and he had seen the moments after.  A perspective like that left one understanding that the universe is not for a life but a life for the universe... was not finite but infinite... was not happening all around one but was found by observing ones own part within the great song that never ended... till it did... he missed Chrystale.

"Good morning," called a little voice, below.  "Good morning," he questioned back.  Who are you, little one?"  

"I'm not quite sure, yet.  All I know is that my mom used to stand, here, beside me, til she was cut down."

And, Stemble noted from where the voice was rising.. it was just next to where he used to touch branches with Chrystale.  This must be her daughter.

"Ah, I'm sorry that happened to you, little one.  But, I knew your mother, and I could tell you wonderful stories about her."

"Oh, Really? That would be wonderful.  Thank you."

And, for the first time in what seemed like ages, Stemble felt the light upon his branches and the wind turned as if to say, your time is not done, yet.  And, his trunk swelled with pride in being able to have purpose and to give one last gift to his long friend, once more.

 

Smile Moments in My Week

I'm slightly altering my no personal details rule.  I am still going to be keeping close relationship details of my past or what may come about sometime in the future private, or things related to my family private, unless there is a good thing that all involved has authorized and is safe to share.. that would be a very tight exception on an otherwise non share.  However, I want to start sharing moments that just made me happy in my week that do not fit in the above categories.  So, here's some happy moments in the last weekend and week.

Cooking- I have really come to enjoy experimenting with cooking and making yummy food.  I made a great fish meal two different nights with a different combination of spices and veggies.  I think both were a hit for flavor.

Fitness- I walked a couple incredible photo walks around Gathering Place and Riverside and expanded my gym time to include more and different equipment.  I like feeling healthier and my jeans are now so loose I could probably drop a pant size.

Out and About- I did a couple meetup groups events, including one on Margarita day and had a great margarita and met and heard stories from some interesting people.  After the trivia night, I wandered over and checked out Valkyrie bar for the first time and had a great drink there.

I made a couple playlists that were fun to make and like that my new focus in recent weeks has been more positive in them.  

I saw and shared a lot of great Instagram pics including ones that were inspirational and some that were sexy.  I like being able to openly be as "dirty minded" as I can be.. being single has that liberty.  I'm also less driven to be in a relationship but more interested in just having fun being me.. though I'm not opposed to relationships... someday.

I'm sure I'm missing something, but those made me smile.

There were other not so fun moments like doing taxes ..  ha.  But, doing this post series will be a good addition to my blog.