Our life! So rich and plentiful and overwhelmingly good
What sunset? If only we stop to notice.
A blind man sings like nobody's business and a butterfly lands on a child's nose. And where does it end, perhaps with snowflakes on lovers eyelashes.
What of us who fail? Are we ready to succeed? Yes we are when we realize that we must love the one we are with and need not what we think we need but what we have.
Let leave the path that is so walked by so many and give some thought to loving that which is. "my children do not appreciate me and all I do for them". Let me choke on that statement. "if only my mother would get it together our life would be fantastic". Let also choke on that one. How about. "I am so happy my children are their ownselves and not a mirror of my desires". "thank goodness for mom and all she does for all of us".
Just how rich is our life when that is what we look for in it?
Today I read some very disturbing news that I wish I had not read. I do not do a lot of news for the sake of news. I research something and learn that way or friends and family keep me up to date. Big news usually effects me in some way so I learn that way also.
So today I was researching some matters regarding investment visas into the United States and saw some very disturbing news regarding cheating, lying and theft in investments.
But I stopped it from bothering me by being thankful for a clear conscience and praying for those harmed. And also for an education of the ills my clients may encounter.
Crap happens, suffering over it is optional.
Oh I reckon I don't know joy but I can dance when called upon. Can You?
Can you really look every day for good?
I cannot do it but my children can. Do you have those who lead you to joy?
Here is a truth for all of us.
Some days we are flat. No not burned out and not depressed. Just "flat". Admit it, not every day is sunshine and roses. These are special days and we should not waste them. Oh of course we must just carry on but we must grasp the truth of our state of being. But these are the days that we slow down and pay attention and contemplate. Chances are that on these days we will not get promoted or fall in love.
So we use these days to take a more beautiful look. Yes I said that right. Not more look at beauty but a more beautiful look.
I hike with a heavy pack in back country wilderness. Some days we have flat days. Climbing up 2,000 feet at a mile high is nasty business on a great day. So at over 55 I just slow down. And it has never been a waste of time. Instead of just standing there catching my breath, I do that and look at individual leaves and small portions of dirt and rock. What could be hell turns into a walk with nature and not a walk through it.
It is my age and inability to charge full speed ahead that has given me the gift of the big "slow down". I reckon other folks get that before being forced into it. And then again maybe they never get it. My two best hiking buddies are hard charges -- I guess some men closing in on 60 and over do not lose their testosterone like me;-). But in the past recent years one ran into some severe financial problems and had to take a good look at priorities. Well something changed inside him also, and now he walks the slow walk with me.
(When you hike places like the Grand Canyon and the Sierras and Rockies. You will find that wherever you stop to take a break, you are where millions of people fly from all over the world to see and yet will never get your view. That makes getting tired and resting pretty darned cool.)
That is my mom. I think I was 45 and she was "who knows" before we held hands just to say I love you. Except back when I was under 7.
Nobody asked me to write this article.
Nobody asked me to write a danged thing except when they needed it. Funny all those who paid me needed me to write this more than what they paid me for. I chit chat for business but write for a living.
Here is the cool part. I like to chit chat, just for fun conversation or to learn something or to teach something. That is awesome because I love all three. I like to write, it is an art and technical form that I am good at, at least judging by my possessions, my joy and my readership. And I just enjoy my time away from the stress of the world just writing. I really like it after a whole lot of research or when it is something that really interests me.
I stop and look at life in order to be alive yet I live also just to be.
I just love this drawing because of the imperfections.
Dealing with adversity!
Just yesterday I was on the phone with a mortgage lender on a mortgage that was twice the value of the property. Our contract/mortgage does not have a right of redemption clause or we can say it has an anti-deficiency or we can say there is no judicial remedy outside of the foreclosure for any amount the foreclosure does not cover in the mortgage. It means that the lender can only get from us what he gets if he forecloses.
The lender had just threatened us with a foreclosure. In truth that is laughable when the mortgage is twice the value of the property. But that is still really scary to a small business owner -- not me but my client. I immediately leased similar property next door and we are already moving. Most adversity and conflict is stupidity.
So we will save over $2.5K per month and the property we moved into has been vacant for almost a year. So what will that lender do with their now abandoned property?
That client just texted me saying thank you for relieving her stress and now she can concentrate on running her business. Truth be told I argued to stay in the property for 6 months of more rent free while the lender foreclosed. But we looked for the good, did not take advantage and moved on to the positive. So even in a foreclosure setting we can find good and do good.
There is a man that works too hard and too many hours.
His young wife called me worried about him. So she and I began to pray for him. And we got their two children to pray with us. I talked to him, oh no not about working to hard but about taking his children with me a few times. Here is a secret, spouses with children that are married to workaholics get real burned out and need much "me" time.
Just by spending some time with the children I realized that the man, my friend was really lousy with the children. No where near abuse. He just did not like spending time with children. I suppose you can't necessarily figure that out ahead of time.
Well by golly. Praying for him to work less was a real bad idea and this time. So we are enriched sometimes by having an issue that in fact causes us to do less harm. Hey he just got promoted and now with family support likes his work more and so is happier and starting to enjoy the time with his children more.
Richness is found everywhere.