I see you but do I know you? I may think I do. I quickly surmise from appearance and actions who you are. I see the external, I look for cues. Then I make a judgement and decision. Yes, I make a judgement. This is the base level of my human existence in a world of others.
On my own I look at myself in the mirror or simply within my own thoughts. I do not see the outside only the inside. I see what no one else sees. I see the truth. I don’t like the truth so I deny it. I don’t like the truth so I hide from it. I don’t like the truth so I run a million miles a way from it. Why? Because I am afraid.
Something different to reflect on...A poem.
Today my daughter started high school. Do you remember what that was like? Perhaps you were lucky and moved from primary to secondary school with mates. In my daughter’s case she went to school today knowing no one.
As we sat in orientation assembly I observed girls congregating together. Pairs, trios and even groups of four. There was evidence that many girls knew each other well. How easy they made it look to those others in the room without a friend in sight.
I love this time of year. There is this feeling of rebirth, new beginnings and fresh starts. The start of a new calendar year has a certain mystique and reverence to it. We celebrate in many different ways - some subdued, others full out wild. No matter how you sound in the new year it is a new year for all.
What is interesting about this time of year is how we each attribute meaning to the experience. If you were isolated from civilisation, temporarily out of touch with time you would just see one day change to the next. You might eventually notice the seasons shift but you would not be looking at a calendar, would you?
“Take a dip in the ocean”, she said. “Why don’t you strip down to your swimsuit, run straight in and dive under the next wave?” What a strange lady to be telling me to do this? I don’t even know who she is or where she came from. Yet she wants me to run into the ocean.
My first thought. Yes! This looks like so much fun. Before she knew it I was all wet and asking for more.
Only this action was in my mind. I still stood frozen on the side of the beach watching the water lap up against my feet teasing and tempting me. I can’t just jump in, I told myself. What is under the surface? What is lurking below? How will I be ok?
I have had some writer’s block
of late. Not the kind where you can’t write but where your writing is
all over the place. So to spare you the rambling meanderings of my
overactive reflections I have not sent out the weekly message, until
today. Only today I want to share something different with you. Rather
than too many words I want to invite you to have an experience. This is
something I hope you can find time to do over the weekend or when you
have a spare moment by yourself in the week.
I invite you to stop what you are doing and be.
want to tell you a story. This is not a story like once upon a time.
This is a story of possibility and potential. You see when we sit and
contemplate our life we often have questions. We also have lots of
judgments and criticisms. We tend to do the old scorecard or report card
on ourselves. The story is what we tell ourselves to support the
results. If we assess ourselves as poor or not good then we come up with
a story to support our position. We don’t need anyone else to do this
for us. We simply create our own. Likewise when things are good there
is a story going on behind the scenes as well.The stories we
tell ourselves though are different in nature.
Be surprised. Let yourself experience wonder. Open up to the unknown. See the world in a way that you have never done so before.
is my wish for us all. For there is so much around us every day that
keeps us from connecting to the beauty of our world. We are dragged
down, beaten up mentally and emotionally, pushed around until we are
weary with exhaustion. Another sad story on the news. Another calamity.
Another atrocity. Why why why? With the balance of information in favour
of the negative we may think that the whole world is a miserable place
to live in. Yes in some places it definitely is challenging and
collectively we are in need of some major change.
Yet amongst all the chaos, craziness and distractions is a saving grace - wonder.
What is love?
Is it just romance or a feeling of endearment?
Perhaps it is a cute word we put at the end of emails to family and friends.
Maybe it’s that stepping stone declaration we make when we cross over from just dating into a real relationship.
Love is not just a word.
Love is a way. Love is a state. Love is an expression of who we all are as human beings.
live behind fences and walls. We build these to keep people out, to
keep animals in, to demarcate our living space. A fence, a wall is a
cultural statement of mine versus yours. Invitation or permission will
allow you passage through a gate of sorts to the others side. Usually
there is agreement, sometimes not. Imagine the difference between the
unsolicited door knocking salesman versus your dinner guests arriving
for the evening.
How often in conversations do you say 'If I were _____ I would_____'.
In other words you see what another person is doing and either believe
you would do differently or want to do the same. It is easy to sit on
the sidelines and make the comments.
On one level these 'If I were…'
types of comparisons are a combination of imagination, ego, wishful
thinking, judgment, separation and empathy. On another level these
statements are detachments from our own lives and our own existence. We
jump quickly into another’s situation and distance ourselves from our
Today’s message is inspired by a photo.
at the photo in this message before you read what I write. I want you
to come up with your own interpretation, reaction and experience first.
So pause and look at the photo.
What do you notice?
What do you identify with or not?
What story does this image tell you?
comes up for you is exactly right for you. This is your own inner
knowing, not mine. I want you to take note of this and hold onto your
experience.Now let’s add some other food for thought. Of course I
am now throwing in my bias. I do this not to persuade nor convince you
to think in any way. I simply wish to open your experience to another
times we all fall into the trap of complaining and whining about what
is not working in the world. We are not alone in this tendency. All you
have to do is check out the editorial section of the local paper and
you can instantly see an example of the vocal negative. Not happy. Go
online and more self appointed critics take up residence on blogs,
online forums, websites, social media. The more anonymous, the more
outspokenly critical people seem to become.
So what has happened?
Why are we so inclined to jump down the negative line of conversation
than the positive? Why are we so drawn to the glass is half empty? Or
maybe the question should be why is this voice heard louder than the
No one who?
No one who cares.
So you think to yourself:
Who would say this, who would even think this thought?
Many do but may not be conscious about it.
You are not alone
assured you are not alone. You walk along and pass your day thinking
to yourself no one else is out there like me, right? No one really gets
me. It can be frustrating, downright annoying even. To feel alone
amongst so many is not what you signed up for.Lost in distraction
is it this feeling of being alone? Where does this come from? Is it
inside of you? Is it of your own making? Or is it of some others'
making. Many times when alone we can walk out and blame the rest of the
world for not understand nor getting us.
Know, really know you are alive!
you ever stop and truly appreciate how amazing it is to be alive? To
have this moment , to have this life? You can think and have the
awareness you are alive. Yet this knowing on it’s own is not enough. To
truly be alive is to experience life through you.
I do not write to you today to remember your biology. I write to you today to remember you through the senses.