Silver Linings

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There are some lessons that only age alone can teach. All my life I believed in silver linings. I believed that if I waited long enough or had the patience to look hard enough, I would always find the silver lining in every cloud. Spending 5 years in Oklahoma and living forty plus years in all kinds of storms, I realize I was wrong all along. If a cloud has a silver lining, you will see it right away. You can spend years and years waiting in the same spot hoping to see it but sometimes it is just not there. It will never be there. No amount of looking or waiting or wishing will ever bring about a silver lining that just doesn’t exist. Sometimes a storm cloud is just that. It signifies that something terrible is approaching. Sure, you can choose to stand there and wait for the rainbow but I have finally learned to run. In fact, the older I get, the faster I find a place to take shelter. Not everyone is a meteorologist but at the very least, you have to know when to use some common sense. If the cloud is looking ominous, move your feet to a safer, sunnier place. Sometimes we create our own storms and other times we accidentally get caught up in one that was unexpected. Either way, remember you are the one responsible to keep yourself safe. Heed the warnings. Take control of your own life and don’t waste anymore time standing in the same dead end spot.

A Breath of Life

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I love this time of year. Everywhere I look is a sign of life slowly creeping back in. The grass is starting to show a few shades of green and if you look closely at the trees, the first few blooms of spring are giggling, dangling there on the ends of the branches, teasing to come out. As I was sitting in the hot tub tonight, I was filled with awe. I watched the golden hue fade to dark as the sun fell beneath the horizon. I watched the clouds gently glide across the sky as the light caught them at just the right moment to make them appear like big, fluffy ocean waves. I saw the first star twinkle so effortlessly in the sky and for the first time in awhile, it felt wonderful to just breathe. When we are in nature, when we are fortunate to catch the gentle unfolding of time, when we can sit in silence and stare at the canvas before us painted so perfectly, flawless in its beauty, we are suddenly reminded that we are part of it too. That beauty, that peace, that magnificence is in each and every one of us and it is only when we breath the same rhythm and slow down to the natural pace of the universe do we remember that we are made of the same things. I am grateful when I am not controlled by the clock, when time becomes a stillness, and I have found that moment to just pause and take in everything around me, bottling it up and filling me with the energy all around me as I sigh to myself and take one last amazing breath before I walk back into the house and get on with the rest of the day.

The Power of Reflection

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Sometimes I see some beautiful sunsets from my backyard. Lately though, I have been so focused on the spot the sun actually goes down that I have missed the bigger picture. Yesterday I hopped in the hot tub and just when I thought the moment was a total dud I looked over to the left and I was amazed at what I saw. The clouds had become fluffy layers of soft cotton cotton. If I had to put a flavor to them I would guess they would be bubblegum. As I watched, the color became brighter and reminded me of watermelon until finally they deepened into a beautiful shade of rasberry. I remember as a kid pretending the colored sky was filled with cotton candy. If only I could reach my hand up high enough to grab a piece for myself. I even wonder if that’s where someone thought up the idea of cotton candy in the first place. If the idea was born to perfect a beautiful fluffy mess of flavored clouds by someone innocently staring up at the colorful sky.

Eventually the color drained from the sky and all that was left were some gray clouds. It was in that moment that I realized how we create what we see by how we shine our light on it. Are we so focused on something or someone that we miss the the true picture of the beauty we could see if we allowed our light to reflect upon it? Do we even take the time to notice at all? Or do we only see the dullness of gray and miss the experience of the sunset all together? Imagine how beautiful everything would look in just the right amount of light. We can’t see it if we aren’t looking.

Can You See The Stars?

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I was sitting outside looking at the sky. I didn’t realize how cloudy it was until I couldn’t see the stars. I stared at the sky for a long while, and when I looked hard enough I could see a few dim lights. They were there the whole time but it wasn’t until I really looked for them, that I was able to see them at all. I can’t help but wonder about what I believe to be my reality. Am I seeing things the way they really are or is it all some distorted illusion. How do we see beyond the clouds in our lives? How do we see beyond our perception to see truth, the way things really are? Do we believe what we intend to see or can we trust those stars are there, even when the sky is dark and know the situation is more than we can see or feel or experience in any given moment? How can we trust our perception, or even our eyes for that matter? Things are not often what they appear to be. It’s just something I can’t help but ponder. Let me know what you think.