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SOME MORNING MUSINGS

 

As I looked around me on my walk this morning I began to wonder about creation…was it a BIG bang…or was it small…then I began to wonder how any of this…any of us…were created after all.

 

Were we created by a supreme being…a God…in whose presence we’d be awed…and, if so, when you stop to think about it…who created God?

 

But today as house after house filled with families I found myself walking by…I started wondering less about who and how we were created…and wondering more about why.

 

Since love created most of us and the place we all began to bloom was in the warmth…the safety…the security of our mother’s womb…I wonder if that’s one tacit way our creator makes it known…that none of us is meant to walk through life alone.

 

Perhaps we’re meant to walk as we were created…in love and kindness…among family and friends…from the moment we are created…until the moment our life ends.

 

And since we share how we enter the world with every other human who upon this planet dwell…perhaps we’re meant to discover all the other things we have in common as well.

 

I wonder if, when the Gods were creating, if they made one special person who…was created just for me..and, if so, one for you?

 

And what if sex, religion, color didn’t matter to all those Gods above…what if the only thing that matters to them what that we find our one true love.

 

What if life is to be a quest…over mountains, into valleys, across rivers, lakes and shores…to find that special person whom we were created for?

 

And when you discover that person (trust me…when you find them you will know!) what if our hearts were created in such a way…we will never let them go?

 

What if, when we find them, in our heart a perpetual light turns on…a light that will keep burning…even after they are gone?

 

And what if you haven’t found that person…what if you haven’t yet been blessed…are you meant to keep on looking…to never stop your quest?

 

As I came to the end of my walk I realized these are questions whose answers, hopefully, one day I will find…until then I am more than happy to leave these musings to greater minds than mine.

 

Happy every day just to walk through life elated…not knowing who or how or why…but giving thanks for their Earth…for their nature…for their animals…for their love and for the world that they created.

 

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A FAMILY BLESSING

 

 

 

It is tradition in their family…going back centuries it is said…when a bay’s born the oldest member lays a hand upon its head…

 

Everyone in attendance bows respectfully…some may wipe away a tear…for they’re about to hear this blessing that’s been handed down throughout the years:

 

From the moment you are born…the moment when your life starts…may love and hope and kindness fill your soul and touch your heart.

 

May you be accepting of the world around you…may you treat everyone the same…may your life be filled with magic…until the owl calls out your name.

 

May you understand how everyone is family…how all lives are intertwined…may your light be so luminous and bright…it helps everyone to shine.

 

May you live in a world with no wars…where everyone is free…where people work together for peace and harmony.

 

May you live in a world where thank you is understood but need not be declared…a world where everything belongs to everyone…a world where everything is shared.

 

May you understand the importance of nature in all you say and do…for without the trees…the animals…the water…there would be no me…and there would be no you.

 

This blessing we send to you this day…as your life’s about to start…with the hope these words find their way into your soul…and dwell within your heart,.

 

And may you be blessed to turn these words into actions…so those who know you will one day happily exclaim…

you lived a kind and thoughtful and generous life 

from the time you were born…

until the owl called out your name.

 

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THE MEANING OF LIFE

 

 

If you ask any wise one…anywhere…anytime..the meaning of life…

they’ll smile…then happily exclaim:

“The meaning of life is to give meaning to life.”

It’s amazing how all their answers start out the same.

 

From here their answers vary…but please…have no doubts…no misgivings…they only vary slightly…because of the varied lives they are living.

 

“I’ve lived…I’ve loved…I’ve won…I’ve lost…I’ve dreamed…I’ve laughed…I’ve cried…I’ve hated…I’ve fought…I’ve been disgraced…I’ve been filled with remorse and with pride.”

 

“I’ve trusted…I’ve hurt…I’ve been hurt…I’ve made mistakes…I imagine there are times my heart and soul agree…I have not always been the person I imagine myself to be.”

 

“Yet, through my highs and lows…my ups and downs…I have somehow found a way…to learn from every one of them…to learn a little more each day.”

 

It is here they always conclude their lesson…it seems to this theme they all keep returning…they say: “The meaning of life is to give meaning to life and to do this…you never stop learning.”

 

Yes, if you ask any wise one…anywhere…anytime…the meaning of life they’ll explain…how their stories may vary in the middle…but they start out and end up the same.

 
 
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THE THINGS THEY NEVER CARED ABOUT

 

Through the years of watching our children and grandchildren grow…they never left a doubt…as to those things that were important to them…and those things they never cared about.

 

They never cared if we were old or bald…or short or tall or fat.

They never cared about our physical flaws…(Boy, were we glad of that!)

 

They never cared if our house was small…or if the ceiling had a crack.

They never cared if the lawn was mowed…or that there was no grass in the back.

 

They never cared how much money we had…if we drove a Mercedes or Jaguar…

They never cared if there were scratches or dents…or parts missing from our car.

 

They only cared that we loved them…and that we somehow found a way

to show them that we loved them…each and every day.

 

They cared if we were honest and fair…that we were accepting, generous and kind

They cared that we nurtured their hearts, their souls…and helped to improve their minds……

 

They cared that we spent time with them…and the last time that I checked..

They cared if we treated them with tenderness…with humanity…and respect.

 

How blessed we’ve been to watch our children and grandchildren grow…

and of this we have no doubt:

They taught us more about life and how to live it…

by the things they never cared about.

 

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MY OPTIMIST AND MY PESSIMIST

An optimist lives inside me…walks beside me

his glasses are rose colored…his outlook… a little sun-kissed.

Unfortunately there’s more…for living right next door

inside me…his neighbor…the pessimist.

 

Whatever my condition…they jockey for position

one's outlook is gloomy…the other’s…is quite glorious

and I never can say…at the end of the day

which one will end up victorious…

 

The optimist, once unfurled,…sees before him a beautiful world

the pessimist has his fears, his confusion… his doubts

Take Stella for example…she’s just a sample

of exactly what I’m talking about

 

Stella’s indiscreet…she lives on the street

I use to see her every morning when I walked by…

When in the dark I would meet her…I’d try hard to greet her

but to this day she has never said HI.

 

We’ve been like two ships that pass in the night…and that’s been alright…

It’s been our relationship for many a year

My pessimist wonders what’s wrong…why she’s been homeless so long

while my optimist thinks things aren’t as bad as I fear.

 

As I come round a bend…where two buildings ascend

she’s usually sitting on a bench in between

I’m not sure why or how…but for quite some time now

when I round the bend Stella’s nowhere to be seen.

 

The pessimist in my head thinks perhaps she is dead…

now residing in a cemetery or catacomb…

The optimist in me…sees it a bit differently

thinks, perhaps, Stella has returned to her home.

 

Of course I have no way of knowing…how her life is going

as both my optimist and pessimist spar at each day’s beginning…

but by the end of the day…I am happy to say…

my optimist does most of the winning.

 

In fact…over the years…through my hopes, dreams and fears..

the pessimist in me has softened…

and though they both still reside…somewhere deep inside…

I find the optimist now visits more often. 

 

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IN THE MIDDLE

 

I like to start each day feeling safe and happy…

usually this leads to a grin 

and the hope that my family and friends are also safe and happy 

as their day is about to begin.

 

And I like to think them at least once every evening…

before another day slips away…

hoping they’re still safe and happy…

hoping they all had a good day.

 

I believe life is a series of beginnings and endings…

looming in the shadows like silhouettes…

every birth has its death, 

every first note its last…

every sunrise has its sunset.

 

But as we experience beginnings and endings

I know this also is true…

most of our life is spent in the middle…

living between the two.

 

There is no doubt beginnings are important…

as are also those times we must bid adieu…

but I also believe it’s in those middles…

where all of our dreams come true.

 

So, for me, there is no better time than the beginning or the end of each day

to sit back

to reflect….

close my eyes…

and think of those times in between…

in the middle…

where happiness lies.

 

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THE SUNSHINE AND THE RAIN

 

Is it possible to truly appreciate joy in life…

without having experienced her sorrow?

Is it possible to relish in her happiness…

unless we’ve also felt her woe?

 

Doesn’t all life have its peaks and valleys…

its pleasure and its pain?

For what is it that makes the flowers beautiful…

if not the sunshine 

and the rain?

 

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A WALK INTERRUPTED

 

I walk the same path every morning…bright and early…every day…where I’m greeted by the same sounds…the same trees…the same animals along the way.

 

I never find it boring..and no….I’m not a nut…it’s just I find my solace and my comfort in what some would call…my rut.

 

Today I was a little shocked when my routine became disrupted…when my normal path was blocked and my walk was interrupted.

 

It was obvious my walk today wouldn’t be like every other day…that in order to finish what I started…I’d have to walk another way.

 

Quickly realizing this little glitch didn’t warrant my worry or my wrath…I took a little detour…down a less familiar path.

 

I decided to embrace my detour…so on and on I pushed…until I noticed up ahead of me…a rabbit in a bush.

 

It seemed to me the more he tried to hop away…the more he would stay put…and the more the leaves and branches of that bush became entangled with his foot.

 

I leaned down saying, “Don’t worry little rabbit…I took a wrong path too…it seems that you are stuck…let me see what I can do.”

 

The rabbit sensed I was not dangerous…he seemed to understand..he knew that I was here to help…still…he closely watched my hands,

 

I worked with his foot and the bush…being as gentle as I could be…and in a little while…the rabbit’s foot was free.

 

“Hop away little rabbit…your foot is free.” I cried…and after a moments hesitation…the rabbit tentatively complied.

 

He hopped around a little bit…then turned around as if he wanted to say…

Thank you…for your help…before he finally hopped away.

 

And I wondered if my normal path being blocked was a coincidence…or could it possibly be…I was sent in this direction because a rabbit needed me.

 

I guess I’ll never know…but never again will I be shocked when my everyday routine becomes disrupted…when my normal path is blocked…when my walk is interrupted.

 

 

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A VALUABLE LESSON

 

 

It’s ironic, when I think about it…as the years pass…

the more and more I grow

the more and more I come to realize…

all the things I do not know.

 

My parents and my teachers helped me learn…

They helped my mind to grow…

but even after all their teachings…

there was so much I did not know.

 

As a parent, raising children…

watching their minds and bodies grow…

every day was a constant reminder…

of all the things I did not know.

 

As a teacher for 39 years

trying to help my students grow…

each day in the classroom I came face to face

with all the things I did not know.

 

And now that I am older…

thinking back on all the years I’ve seen accrue…

I’m starting to forget some of the things

I know that I once knew!

 

Which makes me wonder if my life isn’t a balancing act…

a kind of ebb and flow…

between all the things I’ve learned

and all the things I do not know.

 

Perhaps the best that I can hope for

before my life on Earth adjourns…

is to use what I do know wisely…

while retaining a willingness to learn…

 

Which brings me back to irony…

as the older and older I grow…

It’s ironic the most important lesson I’ve ever learned in life…

Is that there’s so much…I do not know.

 

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