Beautiful Lie Or Ugly Truth?
Socialism never took root in America because the poor see themselves not as an exploited proletariat, but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires. – John Steinbeck
Holding on to hope. Sounds as if it would be a good thing and it often is. When held with an open hand. When the holding does not involve a river of tears or years of grief and yearning. Held in a gentle embrace, hope is a blessing. Kept otherwise, it may prove to be a burden. The wiser person knows the difference between loosely held Light and foolishness. Eventually.
Letting go of troubled hope will buy you your freedom. I promise.
The ugly truth invites joy even at times when the beautiful lie is a comfort.
When the truth is delivered as a matter of fact and you embrace that fact. This, is a Holy Moment. A shining, healing, brilliant, Holy Moment.
Yesterday was my birthday. It was a perfect day because I did only what I wanted to do.
I spent the day alone.
I spent it well.
I spent it doing tried and true doings that always lift my spirit. I spent it breathing in the sight, sound, and blue, Blues, blueness of my Ocean. ( Yes, my Ocean.) I had lunch at Panera. I’m a sucker for the Pick Two Menu. I purchased a few inexpensive pink things for my pink kitchen. I sang along with Ray Charles on my car stereo and pretended to be a Raelette for an hour or so. Not just any Raelette. Ladies and gentlemen… Margie Hendrix!
Now, Hit The Road Jack. That’s right.
I spoke with well wishing old friends. Talked to my Dad in Pittsburgh. Texted and posted. Did a few Readings. Helped to raise some money for my favorite charity: http://SecondChancesForBlindDogs.org
Nothing I did was extraordinary.
These are things I do on any given day. The difference was it was one of those days when I realized just how blessed I am being in the moment. Standing still. Feeling the breeze. Hearing the music. Eating the salad. Blowing out the candle on the brownie. Blessed.
The faithless. The impatient. The greedy. The choicey. Rarely know a gift when they receive one.
I have chosen to be none of those things. I have chosen to be easy. Choiceless. Grounded in what I know to be true. And I am not without hope. I am hopefully hopeful with loosely wrapped hope. Hoping the gods and karma and the ghost of Ray Charles will continue to be merciful to fools such as I.
Happy Birthday, Al.
Another year of blessings done gone.
Sending Love, Light & Oceans of Bliss …