I hate walking on ice.
Within walking distance from our home is a narrow strip of forest—preserved boreal forest within the city boundaries. In winter this gorgeous piece of bush turns into a leafless affair with compacted iced-over walking paths. (A place I can’t get enough of in summer, but avoid like the plaque in winter.)
Rules are there for a reason!
True—for the most part. Rules are there to keep citizens safe, keep a society civilized, and preserve law and order. No question about that.
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Scratching beyond the surface, digging deeper, is necessary from time to time. Doing some healthy introspection and sharing it makes us vulnerable. Then again, it can be a powerful experience if we are willing to accept the challenge.
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If I was to tell you today you should stop dreaming, you should stop making grandiose plans and construct diagrams of future projects, would you pay attention? If I was to tell you, stop bluffing yourself, you don’t have what it takes. You’re an imposter. You’re a fake. Stop trying so hard.
We often talk too much (and too quickly.)
We live jam-packed lives; time is of the essence and we often speak before thinking it through. Whether we speak to someone in person or communicate (“talk”) via electronic and digital media and devices, we text (email, tweet, SMS, post on Facebook, Instagram, or Pinterest) too easily and too much. We get caught up in our ‘busyness.’ We’re always in a hurry. We talk fast. (We even eat fast.) We zoom in and close the deal as soon as possible.
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Inadequate at best—
to pen a shining life
of ninety and three years;
like water through fingers, she stole away
indisputable, unstoppable, to her final place of rest
Hush my dear brother,
did you not hear,
the man we called Father has passed?
At first disbelief; replaced by relief, later by grief—o why should we bother?
Yet, no more to fear:
his endless critique, relentless rebuke—deep shuddering sigh—no longer aghast
Finding hope. Finding certain hope. Not hope that is uncertain like a skimpy floatation device, but a proper orange life-jacket, with sufficient buoyancy, able to turn a face-down drowning person’s head, keep it above the thrashing waves, allowing breaths to be taken—sustaining life.
Have you ever walked across a burnt veld, days after the devastation and stumbled upon an unscathed flower?
I can’t give it up.
How often haven’t we heard this? It’s impossible. I’ve tried a hundred times—and failed miserably. (Actually, it was only seven times that I really tried.) But still. So I accept the thorn in my flesh and get on with my life. And I resignedly make peace with my inability to conquer bad habits that control, and often wreck my life (when they become addictions.) Or, in its most benign form, they make me miss out on a fuller life.
And a happy New Year to you too!
We have flipped the calendar page—2016 is part of history.
How exciting to stand on the threshold of yet another year, 2017! Well-rested, healthy, happy, our finances in order, with our New Year’s resolutions all written down and under our belt. In one word: we’re ready! We are pumped, all psyched up and ready to roll.
Many of us will scoff—yeah, in your dreams.
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