Saturday, December 25, 2010
Somewhere this morning someone woke up filled with hope. They raised their eyes towards the heavens and they felt the movement of the divine stir inside of them. What once was frustration and despair was replaced by a joyful expectation of things to come. As they moved about they felt a new strength, a new purpose, a new resolve.
Somewhere this morning, someone looked in the mirror and liked what they saw for the first time in a long time. Oh, nothing much had changed. Their hair was still their hair, their eyes were big and round but oh my gosh, what was that? Was it a smile? Did they stand just a little straighter and with purpose?
Somewhere this morning someone bundled up and took a walk or a run. They felt the wind blow hard against their face and they might have muttered under their breath but they leaned forward and pressed on. Someone popped a Wii game in and shook the room as they bounced and gasped for breath. Someone watched rivulets of sweat run down their face and chest as they pushed against the resistance of the elliptical or Stairmaster.
Somewhere someone smiled at their bowl of steel cut oats and banana. They ate with gusto and joy and marveled that something this good for you could taste this nice.
Somewhere this morning someone’s family smiled as they greeted them with a cheery hello and a smile.
Somewhere this morning, slightly over a million of us know what the joy is that comes from believing you are worth all the effort and sacrifice. You have come to accept you deserve to be happy because you come here every day to reinforce the values you’ve created. You breathe a deep refreshing breath and a small tear may form in your eye. A smile breaks out on your face.
Somewhere this morning, someone realizes how blessed they are and that there are so many people who woke up this morning believing there was nothing to look forward to, only regrets to look back at. Someone realizes that person was once them and if it weren’t for the many true angels in all shapes, sizes and manners of belief, they would still be very stuck and feeling very alone.
Somewhere this morning someone reached out their hand and in support and love, knowing it was strong enough to help share some one else’s load for just a bit.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Joan and I want to wish all of you the happiest of holiday seasons. It has been a real joy to get to know all of you during the past year. In a lot of ways you are like my next door neighbors. I thank you for your support, your friendship and your love. Love is not always ishhy gooey. Sometimes love is a swift kick in the pants. You have provided me with that when I needed it most. I am successful because we are successful. My wish for you this holiday is the peace and joy you hope for most. May it become a reality in your lives. Thank each of you for the Spark Mails, the Goodies and the notes wishing us a happy holiday. They were greatly appreciated.
Sunday morning, we sigh, hug those dear to us and get back on the dreadmill known as our march toward health. I am right there with ya. We are facing the great possibility of a better year ahead of us and I for one am excited.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
I was supposed to have lunch with a client yesterday, but at the last minute he cancelled on me. Joan was at a mall ten miles away and in the midst of a shopping frenzy so I was on my own for lunch. I do not like eating alone. There’s no one to talk to!! You order your food and eat as quick as you can and leave. Definitely no fun!! The restaurant was not very crowded at 11:30 so they tried to put everyone in the same section. Half way through my meal a young man and a young woman sat down at a table behind me. I couldn’t help but hearing their conversation.
“It’s your birthday,” she said. “So you get to eat.” I’ll nibble on your fries and just order water.”
“We could have gone to McDonalds,” he answered. “And we both could have eaten.”
“I know,” she answered “But it’s your birthday.”
Boy do I remember those days. Those first days of being together and only having this blinding love for each other to hold your head above water. They were students and were married three months. Part of me grinned and then I recalled something I read awhile back and I use in my message posts. It’s a quote from Ruth Smeltzer
“You will not have lived a perfect day, unless you have done something for someone who will never be able to repay you.”
I left my table, and found our server. I gave her forty dollars and told her to let that couple order whatever they wanted. I gave the server an extra five as a tip and told her to tell them “Merry Christmas” from Santa.
I paid my bill, got in the car and left. As I drove to the mall it struck me how many times in my life I did things so I’d get a thanks or a smile or some sort of payback and here I was, walking away and those two people would never know. It struck me then what Ruth Smeltzer meant.
A Course In Miracles has a short meditation that goes something like this: “Those who temporarily have more give to those who temporarily have less.” Our lives are fluid and our circumstances can change in the blink of an eye. That young couple may have had a great birthday lunch but I learned that we are all so much closer to each other than we can ever imagine.
Then, I had a perfect day.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
We celebrated Christmas at our house on Saturday. I was supposed to get a massage early Saturday morning. Laura sent me a text about six thirty telling me we’d have to reschedule, she wasn’t feeling well. Joan smiled and pulled out the list she had prepared for me. It was a justifiable reason to get me out of the house so she and the DD’s could do whatever it is they were going to do. When I returned home I was rewarded with: “If you are going to the gym, go now because I’m going to need you to put the leaf in the dining room table.” (I’m not sure why I couldn’t have done one first and then the other, but I have learned not to argue.”
I had a good workout, took a nice hot shower. (I always enjoy using hot water that belongs to someone else. It’s the decadent rebel in me, I guess!!!) I walked out to the car, put the key in the ignition and…………….. Nothing. The car, the two year old car, does not start. Deader than the proverbial door nail. (What’s a door nail?) I pull out the cell phone call AAA and Joan, in that order. AAA tells me I need to be visible for the driver so I get out of the car and go sit in the little alcove in the gym lobby.
I’m not sure if it was because I was in such a good mood or if I was relaxed from my workout but I started playing the “What went right here?” game. I had gotten all my errands run and the party would go off as planned. I broke down so close to home that if I moved one hundred yards to my right I could peer down the street and see my house. I have AAA. It was relatively mild Saturday morning and there was no wind, rain or snow. I live in a small city; AAA is a half hour away. The list went on. The driver arrived, jumped my car and I got ready to leave, when I heard a tap on the window. The AAA driver smiled, told me to have a blessed day, and a happy holiday. His smile was sincere. (That’s the first angel I met in coveralls)
I went home and was told to go to Kroger, I forgot to buy milk. (It wasn’t on the list but who am I to argue.) Car does not start. We call AAA. I start doing the emotional dance again. I was at home, I have a backup car, things like that…. Long story short the battery is dead, I get it replaced and by four all is well. We all had a good time and I was noticeably relaxed.
It’s all how you look at things.
I started thinking about “bad food.” There is no bad food. We created that term to force ourselves into a corner when some mysterious phenomenon called “will power” fails us. There is food. Some food encourages health and positive growth, some food doesn’t. I can eat some foods you can’t and be just fine and the same holds true for you. But, and it’s a large but, what happens the minute we eat a “bad food?” We become bad. Then the flood gates open and everything we perceive we have done wrong since fourth grade comes flooding back. Bad people eat bad food, right? We never look at the opposite side of the coin. We never look at the good choices we made and the good things that occur. There were a lot of negatives I could have thrown at my silly old car Saturday, but I made the choice not to. Because I decided a lot more went right than wrong, I didn’t give myself the excuse to make poor choices as it related to what I ate
Becoming healthy isn’t about will power or good foods or bad foods, it is whether I see myself as Good John or Bad John. That choice is mine. The more I see “Good John” the more positive choices I make. Life is a series of decisions.
I lay in bed this morning trying to make some sense of all this. Here’s what I came up with. If I break down my life experiences; every moment of every day gives me an opportunity to learn something. If I do not learn the lesson I repeat it. How quickly I learn, has nothing to do with my value and worth as a human being. My perception of myself grows when I learn what the best choice is for me. Sometimes I have to wait to learn. It’s not an indictment on me. I look at it this way: Do you teach a first grader calculus? They aren’t equipped to learn it. I will learn when I am ready for the lesson. But, it doesn’t impact my value. It doesn’t impact yours either. We learn when we are ready to learn.
So as the angels said long ago “Rejoice.” You are loved, valuable and a student in this amazing universe. you were made in God's image and likeness.
And to think, I learned all of this over a dead battery!!
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