I love starting my day within the hustle and bustle from outside in the background with its temporary quiet in-between moments. Quiet is not always absolutely quiet. I prefer that. Yet, the muffled noise of cars, trucks and what ever else people drive___the humming of a fan during warm weather, music at times, something soft or even a saxophone___. These things exist as I sit at my desk writing half shutting them out. A nice cup of coffee to get my brain going. I am getting back into the swing of things by writing Good Morning Sunshine blogs again and working on my new WordPress website.
“It is very quiet here among the stars___except for their singing I hear only the beat of my heart___and I know from these heights___ from this level of seeing and feeling___how foolish I have been to allow myself to hear anything but the music of the heart and soul__for in my lifetime if living on a lower level___where one has to make evil account___I heard the voice the dark and morbid___I listened and contributed to the voice of woe___I was bent on telling my own troubles___and determined that others should know my worst conditions___that I added to the worlds peacelessness and loveless condition___and gave off an aura that would attract no more than madness___but by rising above those voices I can hear something different___and look down on my emotions and down on the paths I have been following___and I can see how foolish it was to pass my time___believing that I could drag to me its great and most holy sense___for no matter what I say, or how beautifully___if I have not love__I am only talking loudly.” From Joyce Hifler, To Everything There Is A Season, page 119, 120.
There is always a bit of a surprise when we come to new conclusions about who we have evolved into. I have heard people say they like getting older, and in the next breath wish they could get stuck on a certain age because we simply do age. I think aging brings us to living in the present, at least if we let it. I remember hitting the age of 45 years old and thinking “How little I truly know, how much more there is to know!” I felt this was a thought to embrace, and to be excited about. Somehow I felt freer than I had when younger. The life lessons had taught me what I did not want! I divorced because the marriage I was in was not a good one, and I found the love of my life and had a wonderful marriage. Life____We can choose to change the path we are on, and if we do, ya it can be clunky for a bit. But it will be worth it!
I think we don’t always see fully how we do affect the world at large, nor the people local to us. But we do! By being who we are and being involved in life. We just need to realize we are a part of things, and can affect change. When each of us affects what’s local to us, or if we can affect others through various means___through art or writing, being involved with a community___It all matters! So we are affecting our world! Some of us can do the “heavy lifting”___But because we are not able to take on what feels hard, and complex___Does not mean we are not effective!
The world is complex, because we are complex. We manage life through political realms. Being involved with that kind of thing means there is a need to understand and become embroiled in it to what ever degree you do, it means being able to understand and do the kind of “heavy lifting” I elude to. Not everyone is cut out for that role.
I thought about this when I was in my twenties, and concluded I would love to do something to impact the world with my writing and art, and I wanted to help people giving hope to the world at large. It makes me happy, and hopeful to do what I am currently doing by creating an art form anyone can use, and by passing on thoughts about life. It’s not that I know everything___it is being willing to share. Perhaps to make a difference for someone else. No one is alone, someone else has been there and done that before us.
“Love is not a proud thing given to only me___so that I can point to it as if it were my private accomplishment___but it is the highest, the kindest, most gentle, respectful and giving emotion___ever to be experienced___it has no need to shout, for its presence is like a garden of flowers I cannot see___their beneficent influence diffuses itself throughout my soul.” Again, Joyce Hifler, To Everything There Is A Season. Page 120.
Best wishes! Have a wonderful weekend! Love to all Pejj.