A lofty goal, indeed, but one the empathetic INFJ in me has always endeavored to attain for those in the deepest recesses of my heart. . .
Once upon a time, in the wee stages of life, the darkness felt too vast and terrifying to bear – my heart would shudder at the thought and I needed some external source to light the way.
And yet, as I grew older, I began to realize there was nothing within the inky blackness that had the power to hold sway over me. For indeed there was a light inside of me that shone brighter than the sun and moon…and it is a light that does not extinguish, no matter what night…neither life…has to say.
This is so…SO…much easier said than done. But it is – no exaggeration – a key to healthy living.
Me? I’m still working on this nearly 40 years in!
The “could”s and “should”s we impose on ourselves are incredibly damaging, and often the source of a great deal of stress. The other day someone said to me “if only…” and recited a beautiful and perfect scenario (pitted, by the way, against a reality that didn’t turn out exactly that way.)
But my response wasn’t to agree – instead I said, “I believe I am where I am meant to be and that things have happened in this way, with this timing, for a very specific reason. Often in the moment I wonder only to find out down the road that everything fell perfectly into place at the ‘right’ time. I wouldn’t change a thing.”
I guess that means I’m leaning on a whole lot of faith, the belief that magic and miracles exist, and that the Universe does deliver. Now that may feel a lot more “unrealistic” to the naysayer, and definitely to those who land themselves with the “realists.”
No problem! You’re entitled to that view but I – having seen the supernal realm divine a few spells that altered the course of my own life (in very happy ways) – am going to keep airing on the positive side. I also ascribe to the idea that I will attract what I put out – as the kind of person I am, I need to watch this on a regular basis, and shield myself as much as I can from the negative “stuff” floating in the ether.
My skating coach gave me a card when I was just a teenager and it had a picture of someone watching puzzle pieces float down from the sky. . . When he stepped back, he realized he was standing on a vast puzzle beneath him, and everything was fitting perfectly. The card read, “sooner or later, everything falls into place,” and I never forgot it.
I trust in the timing of the Universe because is hope is always an option. The sun rises without fail, whether we see it or we don’t. I therefore believe even in what I cannot see. . .and when you get down to it, that’s where the magic begins. . .
The enormous smile I have in this photo was because I got in the car and realized my seatbelt intersected my vampire tee.
Indeed, scarcely humorous on the surface (or really to anyone other than myself, I fully realize!), but the juxtaposition of the “keep out!” hash mark across the biting, goth-girl-at-heart’s grin was worth a giant, sunny smile for my part. I think it was the irony.
The little things in which we can find laughter or a smile (for no great reason in particular) each day. . .keep your eyes out for more of them. OFTEN. They really are worth their weight in gold.
Do you suppose they dress up in all this Samurai garb just to fight the seen – and sworn – enemy that is the “red dot”. . .?
Wouldn’t it be easier to just lunge after it, minus the ceremonial paraphernalia? (Or is the seek-and-destruction of said dot elevated to whole other level of badassery when they WEAR the armor?)
I feel like if my two could talk – Musashi in particular – I’d be at the receiving end of an angry stare and an “IDIOT HUMAN! You know NOTHING!”