Saturday, January 29, 2011
The only thing I can figure out is that my appointment with God, His angels and His saints occurs between four and six am. I never get amazing insights during the day. It is only for a host a reasons that when I wake up that early, lie in bed letting my head clear that the trumpets sound. This morning Rocky and Mallory decided they were going to play with each other. This involved the one of my socks. They quickly became bored with each other and decided, on their own, that I should join in the fun. This is also code for "Put us outside John."
I crawled back into bed and tried to fall back to sleep. Fat chance of that!! So I do what I always do, I started to think. Joan tells me this is usually dangerous to do because sometimes I get so deep I confuse myself and then she has to help me sort it all out. She does a good job with that.
I started thinking about all my friends. I dont differentiate between physical friends and virtual friends. A friend is a friend. I may not be able to knock on your door to ask you if your internet is working or watch a football game with you but I dont separate.
I started a parade of people in my minds asking myself why they are my friends. The answer was simply this "I dont know!!" There are some givens, for sure, but mostly you are my friend because you are you and that is so very cool to me. Simply put you are in my life in one manner, shape or form simply because you exist.
What a great way to start your day.
Friday, January 28, 2011
I hope this makes as much sense when you read it as it does in my head when as I am writing it.
We are the most well intentioned people in the world here at Spark. We are supportive, encouraging and helpful. If I ever need advice on anything all I have to do is post a blog asking a question and within an hour………. POOF I am getting all kinds of valuable advice from all different points of view. I learn things too, like how you really shouldn’t post a comment on a team message board that was meant to instruct and inspire rather than provoke discussion. LOL
With all of that in mind I received a Spark Mail from a friend who was having a rough go of it. I have been there and done that and I know sometimes there just aren’t words to ease the pain. If I was sitting across the table from them it would be easy………. GREAT BIG HUG. But alas the hug emoticon looks like a narcoleptic zombie to me when I’m in a great mood so I can quite imagine what it feels like when your lower lip is bouncing off the pavement. It IS reassuring to know I am loved and some days that gets me through and keeps me from holding every donut in creation hostage.
I try to be supportive. Thank goodness for my guardian angel, spirit guide or whatever you choose to call the other world support that floats within you and without you. Because I was getting ready to tell my friend what a great source of inspiration and motivation they were to me personally and it’s as if my angel grabbed my hands off the key boards, took her halo and throttled me because I was suddenly hit with the thought that being told how inspiring you are when you can’t seem to muster up the energy and effort to feel good about yourself may be the last thing you need to hear I know that sounds a bit cold but stop and think about carrying all your woes and worries and then being told you have to carry around the burden of being an inspiration to people. I won’t give someone else that responsibility for me and my journey. Love me, cheer, for me and support my choices but its selfish to say you motivate me because that implies if you ever stop I’ll fall off the face of the earth.
During my meditation period yesterday I was made privy to a beautiful vision. It was if I was in a balcony and I was looking down on a whole sea of heads. They were all the same shape, and height. They were equal. A voice inside of me said: ‘No one is loved greater or lesser than anyone else. Love is love. There are no degrees of love. Love is not earned it is a gift. Be loved John and when you learn to be loved, then love.” Okay, maybe I’m slow that it took almost 58 years for me to learn this concept.
That’s when it became clear to me. We all stand side by side, equal, loved and loving. None of us is better, worse or any other modifier you may choose to use. Quite simply we are loved.
Friday, January 28, 2011
I hadn’t thought about Dave in a long time. Dave worked for me a few years back. There was never anything he couldn’t do. When a job came open he thought he’d like, he’d apply for it. People would tell him he didn’t have the education or the experience for the position but that never deterred him. Regardless of the outcome Dave kept moving ahead. That was how I met him. He applied for a position in my department. I had three or four other candidates who had Dave beat hands down as far as qualifications were concerned but I was so struck by the man when I interviewed him. In his mind there was no doubt he’d get the job. In the long run he was right. I picked him above some other people who did a lot of squawking and complaining. My boss gave me the “You’re on your own on this one,” speech.
It was hard for Dave. The people who worked with him didn’t believe he deserved the job so they cooperated only as much as they needed to keep out of my dog house. It never seemed to bother him. He never made excuses, his work was professional and impeccable and he rarely missed a deadline. The people he trained loved him because he was able to break things down to a point where it was easy for them to understand. Two years after he entered my department he asked me to lunch and told me he was applying for a job in another area that interested him. I was never foolish enough to believe I’d keep him forever. Of course I gave him a sterling recommendation. When Dave applied for the job in my department he was one of twenty three people who wanted an interview. When he left the department only three people applied to fill his slot. He had set the bar that high. He taught me a lot about endurance and perseverance and unfettered optimism. He always listened very carefully to criticism and suggestions about his performance but never to any directed at him personally. He’d smile, shake his head and move on.
I lost track of Dave over time, mostly because I moved to another city but he crossed my mind this morning and I pondered the reason for his success. If you are familiar with my musings you know I believe in three things: You are worth it, you deserve it and you are who you hang around with.
Courtesy of Dave, I’d like to add a fourth: You are who you believe you are.
Dave had a high school education and his first job was in the tool crib as a stock clerk. The last job I remember him having was manager of technical training. He had three or four people with master’s degrees working for him. As I got ready to begin my day I thought a lot about the “Dave Maxim.” He simply believed he could do whatever he made a choice to do. There were people who suggested he take jobs in different areas or return to school and he’d shrug and smile and say he was happy where he was. He knew himself and what he was capable of doing but never did he ever doubt what he set out to do.
So I sit here this morning, fingers poised over the keyboard, hoping to write some sort of dramatic ending and all I can come up with is this:
Who do I believe I am?
What about you?
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Five of us sat around an imaginary table last night and talked about our souls. We were from all over the world and brought to the table different forms of spirituality and methods of expressing them. At the end of our session the facilitator closed with three readings, one from St Francis, one from Gandhi and one from the Dalai Lama. We shared our journeys last night. The facilitator asked us one at a time to share part of ourselves. I went last. As others shared I began to get anxious. It wasn’t about whether they’d like me or not or accept how I viewed my Creator, or anything like that. It was the fact that each of these people led with a litany of what was wrong with them. When it was my turn I shared that while I had challenges in my life I was grateful that I had been healthy both physically and emotionally and most of my issues were of my own creation, so I was really a very thankful person and tried to honor that by helping others any way I could. I know that isn’t earth shattering and I actually felt a bit inadequate.
Joan asked me at breakfast this morning how it went and I told her that after having twelve hours to think about it I was struck by the fact that people most often define themselves in the negative or more precisely, by what’s wrong with them. After further review I found I do the same. I create this world of negativity around me. I look for what’s wrong and a solution to it and don’t stop and look at what’s right. I always have to do more, be more, work harder…………….
Melissa and I used to work out together. In June she broke her foot and in September she got the flu and was bedridden for two weeks. Her oldest child began school in August. She hadn’t been at the gym in a long time and I ran into her yesterday morning when she announced herself by saying “I’m here!!!” I was just finishing my workout and so we talked for a bit. Melissa was down. She ripped off a litany of things she hadn’t done right since June. As she spoke I saw her face get longer and longer. I listened.
“Did you ever look at all you’ve accomplished?” I asked her.” You and Aaron, her husband, own two successful small businesses; you are a room mother at school; you are a great friend, a good mom and a supportive partner.” I touched her arm and said “Do what you can. If it means you are only here three days a week then be here three days a week and quit beating yourself up.” She went on to tell me how she would track her calorie intake and how she had gotten away from that and felt bad. Call it my inner guidance, the Holy Spirit, or gas from the omelet I had for breakfast but I looked at her and said “You don’t start something until you start something. Track your food today and when you get up tomorrow look at the chart on the wall and realize you have something to build upon. Quit focusing on what’s wrong and start celebrating what’s right.”
As Joan often points out to me I have a long way to go until I am Mother Theresa. I get down, get frustrated and get fed up. I have challenges and obstacles but for the most part I do pretty well. A Course In Miracles Suggests that this world we live in is a world we created. So be it. If I am going to create a world to dwell in, for the time being, it may as well be a positive one. It may as well be a world that reflects the joy and love inside of me not how darned inadequate I feel some days.
As I crossed the parking lot I ran into David. David’s sister was my neighbor for years. “How’d you lose all that weight? I need to do that. How’d you do it?”
I thought for a second, looked at him and said “No matter how hard it gets, no matter how many times I fall, I don’t give up.”
Have I told you lately how fantastic I think you are?
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