Anger. Forgiveness. Opposite ends of the emotional spectrum.
My terminal has over 200 employees and drivers. Our parking lot is small and people are always waiting on a spot as it’s a 24 hr operation and shifts come and go. This morning I pulled past a spot to back into a spot…upon shifting into reverse I saw a red Honda race into the spot behind me…WTF ITS ON!!😡 I sat for a minute deciding if I could control my actions if I jumped out and yelled at this guy. I saw him climb out he briefly looked my way and averted. I knew this guy! I had talked to him before about taking my assigned company truck during my shift…TWICE. No I could not get out. My truck left a couple black strips as I gently drove to the other end of the parking lot. I could see him peering over and through the cars, yes he understood.
As I began work I struggled with my normal course of action, confrontation. I hate injustice and corner cutting with a passion. It’s not right especially when I’m wronged. Yet, the changes in my heart as of late picked away at that anger. Thoughts of forgiveness crept in. Then understanding. Finally compassion. This guy lives a life cutting corners, scrapping for every edge he can get. He doesn’t realize this lifestyle doesn’t get him ahead but puts him further behind. His misery is enough, and I couldn’t say or do a thing that would promote remorse. Even forgiveness would do little for his rat race. But forgiveness Would free me from bitterness’s poison.
Anger. Forgiveness. They are opposites but they teach the same thing. Love is supreme.
Come out of the darkness and Love today.
Its a new dawn, its a new day, its a new life, and I’m feeling good..
Nina Simone- IM FEELING GOOD. <<<Video
I borrow a great line from a timeless artist, Nina Simone.(1965)
I’m quite sure these words had a completely different meaning for Nina, and I can certainly try to understand her joyous out pouring. I will never experience her trials quite as she did, yet I can most certainly appreciate her openness and celebrate her happiness found in the freedom she expresses in the lines of this song.
What I appreciate about this song most is what it means to me in my life, at this moment. Its vibrations lift me and unequivocally soar alongside my soul, celebrating freedom. Freedom of a different kind. One only I can experience as it grows in the confines of my own soul and mind.
And you, what freedoms do you seek?
Where are you held captive?
Is it perspective?
What a revelation! What an energy!
New perspective is illuminating, freeing as the old clothes and old person peels away as every new truth is revealed and embraced.
What truth do you seek?
What change do you want?
How are you going to get it?
What are you doing right now to change your perspective?
Do you want change?
Do you want Growth?
Love yourself as you were created.
Different and unique.
In the middle,
between here and there.
I see a flash of glitter,
I catch a glimpse of your flare.
I press forward,
my shoes worn away.
I can see my reward,
no more delay.
will this heat burning down never end,
will the wounds on my head ever mend?
Each step is an eternity, not quite real,
and the resolve is a bandage,
that cannot heal.
I tire, I take a break,
I sit down, I shake and shake.
I tip some wine and drink some ale.
I pause, drunken and growing pale.
My vision is blurred,
but from my stupor i look again,
The glitter is afar,
father than it has ever been.
I start again,
more tired than ever.
But this time i will not stop,
until I reach that glitter.
oh the joy it brings
it’s a sliver,
of that which the angels sing.
oh the hope,
it does bestow.
It brings life
a fountain of joy.
The way of a Father
He speaks though me
In ways I can and can’t see
He strength lives on in my actions
And his words swim though my speech
He taught me to work and sweat
He taught me to be
He shown me the wind and it’s cautions
And gave me breathe to preach
All this wisdom he freely gave
And His voice still booms from the grave
I smile I’m reminded
He taught me how to twist wire
And dock a sheep
How to tend a fire
My temper to keep
He taught me how to build a house
And how to tear one down
How to treat a spouse
And how to stand my ground
He taught me how to grow my own food
And how to kill it too
He taught me what was rude
And all that was good to do
He taught me of eternity
And to give entirely
Of My body mind and soul
To be a father as he
That’s my goal.
I honor him not on this day alone
Because of the seeds he’s sown
They Gave me the way.
The way of a Father.
By Adam Houle 2014
This season has taken every last drop. Yet it’s seems that an unseen river flows and gives me life to move on. Depression has no rules. It regulates itself. It attacks with a fury. The grey lifts but for moments. But oh those short intricate times! They are sweet and warm. They ease the mind and comfort the soul from the cold barrage of the mundane war.
Each second of most days is a battle for positivity. And I fight. I fight because it will not win. I chose. I chose to live. I chose to fight for those moments of sunshine.The cold ground where I will sleep shall come soon enough.
For now I live. My body is warm. And my heart beats. Love depends on me to show up another day. So I will.
Each morning offers new air pushed by a new breeze, and so I go to explore it’s currents.
Give me life.
I resist the bonds.
Let me find the joy in each moment. Love depends on it.