Friday, December 2, 2011
Staying Grounded
I have a pair of old worn out Crocs that I wear everyday.
They are slick on the bottom, the straps are long gone and the color used to be blue, but has attained a more "earthy" hue.
I wear them to the gym, to work, in the shower after work (which means they are the cleanest pair of shoes on the planet, lol) and back home again.
They've been on my feet doing yardwork, on stage, out to eat, in church, under cars, in the attic, on runs, you name it.
My wife and kids hate them, they are embarrassed by "those ugly things".
I am blessed to be able to own more than one pair of shoes. Some of them are rather pricey and I'm thankful for them, but they all fail to do one thing:
They don't keep me grounded.
My old beat up Crocs do that and do it well. I mean I get it, I see the looks others give when they notice them as if to say "Dear Lord, who's this wino?". But you know what? I dont mind - wearing them is an exercise in humility and remembrance to me.
*Remembrance of a humble childhood when sometimes my shoes were too small, of wishing I had what the other kids got to wear.
*Remembrance that in spite of my blessings now, I have the treasure of knowing that they do not make me any better in any way.
*Remembrance that regardless what is on my feet, it does not dictate which direction I will go or at what speed.
*Remembrance that I can perform any task that more expensive shoes might do more efficiently, as long as I am willing to adapt my approach, execution and follow-through. They remind me that everything I need is inside myself.
How do you stay grounded? Find something that keeps you true to yourself without fluff and "wear" it openly with the gratitude that it deserves.
Now where are my shoes?
Time to get grounded.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Peregrinus Domus
Steps are heavy in the deep dark wood
Hands feeling the way, searching for good
Two swirling pools of emerald, frozen midstride
All other visions take notice and begin to subside
Taken by adoration's first sight
Removing darkness' veil, bringing life's fresh light
Gaze into the depths, seeing reflection of hope
Entering warmth of embrace, in an instant becomes Home.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Ingracious Gratitude
This past month I've seen a lot of posts on the internet about being thankful.
This is appropriate and expected since tomorrow is Thanksgiving and it's refreshing to see so many of my friends and acquaintances expressing their gratitude for the things they have been blessed with and hold dear.
It's also very revealing.
Not about others and the stuff they post and post about.
About me.
I know of one person in particular who faces a daily struggle just to have some semblance of normalcy in their life. Health issues dominate their life choices and the uncertainty of what specifically and how severe their struggle will affect their day must be a dreadful prison at times.
This person chooses to LIVE. They choose to FIGHT. Some days they achieve victory, other days they must experience what feels like defeat. Regardless of the outcome, the next day comes and they FIGHT again.
Today, someone reminded me of how "lucky" I am. They are 100% right. I am still on this planet due to either Divine Providence or sheer luck, depending on the perspective of the observer.
Either way, I should be thankful that inspite of a multitude of bad choices and the consequences they bring, I have so much to be thankful for instead of biting the hand that feeds me.
Time to say "Thank You".
Sunday, November 20, 2011
The Missing Part of Me
The warmly lit room filled with laughter
Conversations color the air
Hand shakes and hugs exchanged
An empty smile hides my despair
The pitch black sky suspends the moon
Cool air kisses the smiling face
Of lovers holding lovers
And I hold the empty embrace
Sun breaks through the open window
Tender warmth creating new
Life to new day's sharing
But all I want is wanting you
Eyes close to seal the door
Between reality and light
It's here you're real, your hand I feel
And everything is Right.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
My "Love You"
My "Love You"
Adam Bogle
2011 TRP Music Inc.
(All Rights Reserved)
A thousand miles keep me at bay
Miles made of hectic days
Thinking of you is all I do
And all you're going through
You feel like you've lost your home
but please dont feel alone
Listen for my "Love You"
A thousand screaming voices
Calling out your name
A thousand streaming choices
Some things never change
Your strength is gone away
but please know I'm here to stay
Listen for my "Love You"
Others take all you will give
Drain your life - no chance to live
Let my song be your source
Let my words set your course
Look beyond the despair
Reach beyond the unfair
Feel the home that's just inside
And the strength that never dies
And there listen for my...
..."Love You"
Miles made of hectic days
Thinking of you is all I do
And all you're going through
You feel like you've lost your home
but please dont feel alone
Listen for my "Love You"
A thousand screaming voices
Calling out your name
A thousand streaming choices
Some things never change
Your strength is gone away
but please know I'm here to stay
Listen for my "Love You"
Others take all you will give
Drain your life - no chance to live
Let my song be your source
Let my words set your course
Look beyond the despair
Reach beyond the unfair
Feel the home that's just inside
And the strength that never dies
And there listen for my...
..."Love You"
Friday, November 11, 2011
I Rest in You
I Rest In You
Eyes open in a blackened room
The night still in it's adolescence
Mind racing to the day's events
Times past and the coming present
Then the thoughts cease moving
My mind frozen in place
By the image of it's choosing
The image of your face
The clanging auditory assault
Begins it's attack on serenity's shores
Then cacophony falls silent to the faint symphony
Of the sound of your life's breathing
The cold air has carries no scent
Olfactory nodes left reaching
Then, just a hint - the faint taste of your scent
Leaves me longing for your teaching
The portrait of your face returns my gaze
Dark eyes whispering my name
Inviting Delighting Inciting Igniting
And suddenly this is not a game
Eyes closed in a blackened room
The dawn's light will be here soon
Sleep escapes me once again
But I have my Rest in You
Sunday, August 21, 2011
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