It’s On!!

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!!ūüė° 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.

-AH-

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Its a new Dawn.

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Its a new dawn, its a new day, its a new life, and I’m feeling good..

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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?

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?

Level up.

Love.

Love yourself as you were created.

Different and unique.

Own it.

Love it.

Adam Houle

That Glitter

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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.

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.

Adam Houle

While I wait

  
While I wait

A day passes me by
I sit and stare
Sometimes at the sky
While I wait
I lose sight of once was
For that time has moved on
As life so does
While I wait
My skin loosens
My hair greys
My eyes lose their glisten
My soul its play
While I wait
I watch those happy to be content
They choose to engage
They pay life’s rent
While I wait
I clutch the monotony
The worlds feeble gray
Within a foggy symphony
Of doubt
While I wait
My mind comes to me
It speaks again of childhood dreams
And what could be
I listen
I imagine
I move
Why not?
While I wait

Adam Houle

Photo by Adam Houle