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What Will You Paint Today?

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Each day we’re handed a band new empty canvas to paint the kind of day we choose to live. You don’t have to be an artist to paint. We are as creative as the creation we come from, and that creativeness is an expression of who we are. No one else can paint from the depth of our personal heart and soul. We carry with us a lifetime of feelings and emotions both good and bad. What determines what we paint today is contained in the color of choices we choose to pick from.

We can cover our canvas with the deep blood red of our pain and leave it like that to look upon all day long. Or we can choose to take some white and paint around the edges until we’ve formed the heart of Love within our pain. Maybe even if we look close enough we begin to see the perfect spot cracking open where we add a little yellow to let the Light of Hope shine through.

Maybe conflict has us so mixed up that we keep dipping our paintbrush in different colors creating nothing but the strokes of a dark twisted dull brown baron tree that seems to be chocking the life out of us. Or maybe we could find a way to breathe again by washing away the clumped up brown conflict from our paint brush and setting it aside. Now it’s time to turn our conflict into possibility’s by taking one paint brush at a time dipping one in green for the leaves that bring forth life. Then the color of flowers that will soon bare the color of fruits our efforts have produced and the seeds of possibilities it leaves behind.

Today is the first day of the rest of our life. Another chance given to choose the colors of peace or blackness of anger and hate.

What colors will you choose to paint with today?

 

“The Giant Lady and The Baby Spider” -a lesson in all lives matter

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Photo from Anxaid.

Baby spider stood proudly looking up at the Daddy-long-legs surrounding him and proceeded to tell his story. “There I was,” he said, “exploring the world of the Giants for the first time, walking innocently across the floor when I stepped onto a bright soft surface. I could hear the rumble of the floor getting closer and closer stopping me in my tracks. There she was towering over me as I looked all the way up meeting her eyes.

“ Ohhhhh…the Daddies cried out in surprise as they listened.”

“How could you survive such a confrontation?” one of the Daddies called out.

“Even our most experienced Daddies, could have never survived such a vulnerable situation without the big foot coming down them,” another Daddy chimed in.

“The strangest thing happened as she suddenly started to scream. Her feet jumped up and down so fast I couldn’t tell one from the other. Her hands flew up covering her eyes than everything became quiet as I waited for her next move. Two fingers spread apart and I could see one eye looking down at me.

“Ah ha ha ha ha ha,” the Daddies roared out in laughter.

“I realized in that moment…that she was as scared of me as I was her.”

“What did she do?”

“How did you get away?”

“How did you live to tell us this story?” The Daddies called out.

“She picked the cloth up and hung it on a peg. While I remained hidden in its folds she whispered to me, “this is your lucky day baby spider because I have chosen to respond rather than react,” she said to me.

“What do you suppose she meant by that?” the Daddies talked among themselves.

The wisest of all the Daddies stepped forward standing over the baby spider, and said, “it is anger, fear and misunderstanding that makes us react to unfamiliar things. If the giant lady hadn’t stopped to think about how silly she was acting she would have easily reacted by stomping down on the little guy. But when she took a moment to evaluate the situation it gave her enough pause to respond in a way that was more in line with her own truth.”

“What do you suppose that truth is?” Asked one of the Daddies.

It was the baby spider that answered this time, “I learned a great lesson today. That no matter how big or small you are we all have fears of the unknown, and it’s what we do with our fear that determines the outcome of our action. I believe that the truth in her heart was that even though we are very different in many ways she remembered in that moment that all lives matter.”

“The Whole World Is Watching”

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Today the first words I write in my journal is a chant from the 60’s.  “The whole world is watching.” I don’t think I must explain why with all the confusion and unrest in our county right now many of us are caught in the anxiety it’s created. But what is it about this chant that feels so familiar?  “I’ll google it,” I say to myself. This being one of the things I like most about the instant information we have at our finger tips.

I’m taken back to a time in my life that was full of unrest between people’s feelings, rights and beliefs. While its true we’ve come a long way baby, we’re still dealing with the same issues today only on a different level of understanding or should I say misunderstanding.

Hum! I hear the words of my Dad echoing back to me from a far, “history has a habit of repeating itself Connie.”

As I ponder the thought of this repeated history I realize it’s bigger than any one person. It’s an accumulation of all of us. But I also see the correlation to my own repeated struggles. How they come back to haunt me, wearing a different disguise, and always playing out under a different scenario. Eventually I come to see the similarities, and the lesson that it holds within it. I ask myself at this point what is it that I need to change within myself to see what this lessons has to offer me. I know that none of us likes to think that we are a part of the problem, but if we hold onto anger, frustration and discontent we add to the ball of fire it creates. It’s not anyone else fault what we feel or choose to experience. Whatever goes on inside of us that isn’t already a part of who we are, enters in from the outside. It’s the people we associate with, the things we read, what we watch on TV, and stream of information that’s at our finger tips. It’s the faith we practice and political stance we follow. Wherever our thoughts are is where we’ll find ourselves.

So, what have I learned from the chant that was playing in my head? What was it trying to tell me about myself? I realize that I’m one tiny being among the many, but the whole world is still watching. The whole world is still affected by whatever I add or take from it. So if I want to see a change in world for the better good of all human kind, than I must be the change I want to see first.