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Days come to us
in a bucket of wide diversity. They can be nice... pleasant...
exciting... happy... boring.... dreary... monotonous... agitated...
lonely... confusing... scary... mind-boggling... funny... interesting...
bland... peaceful. calm... serene... high-energy... slow...
hopeless... promising... creative... challenging... overwhelming...
embarrassing... threatening... suspicious... and plenty more heaped on
our plate. We respond to it in ways we
each have been programmed for since birth by experience, habits, genes,
and preferences. All that combined even makes for quite an interesting
day.
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I like best a calm, serene, peaceful day. Everybody
does, I guess.. It's unchanging. It's there just waiting to be called
forth. Rising from the heart. Always from the heart.
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Peace.... then and now. What a lovely blessing!
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(Thanks to the internet for these lovely images.).
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"Inside myself
is a place where I live all alone and that’s where you renew your
springs that never dry up.” ----- Pearl Buck (1892 – 1973)
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It is a beautiful place to be. I keep returning to it.
I'm sure you have yours, too. Connect with it.
Hugs to you all!
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(Here's a piece written long ago, May 28, 2012 to be exact, for someone back then who needed to know that being alone need not be lonely.)
. It’s not all the time that I want company, or listen to the
noise of endless banter, or watch the chaotic human parade of other
people’s lives. It’s vexing to the mind, is wearying to the heart, and
tires the soul down. It leads to confusion and troubling vibrations in
the air turning my world upside down. It’s startling how all these can
touch your own sphere of life and leave you so drained by it all.
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Sometimes … I simply want to be alone. To be there in the my own moment
just being - To feel the soft breeze on my face – To feel the warmth of
the sun on my skin – To hear birds chirping on the trees – To feel the
waters under my feet walking by the seashore – To touch the petal of a
flower – To watch the sun go down on the horizon – To let the rain touch
my skin – To write my dreams on clouds of flight – To be still - To
hear my heartbeat.
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Sometimes I simply want to be that little
child on God’s lap. I remember those times when I told Him
.................. about how Peter and Jane have hurt me in school -----
to ask him to make Billy the Bully a good boy so that he won’t bother
me again when I walk by his house ---------- to tell my mom and dad to
please know why I cry when they leave for the office ----------- to tell
Him how bad I feel because Santa Claus didn’t give me a puppy for
Christmas --------- to ask Him to make grandpa well again so that we
could play--------- to thank Him for letting Mom cook my favorite
spaghetti with huge meatballs every Saturday!!
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Sometimes I
simply want to be with my thoughts – thinking of the past and the things
it has left me with – thinking of the present and how it’s forming my
tomorrows – wondering what my tomorrows will be like or when I will be
finally gone.
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Sometimes I simply want to BE – seeing my flaws,
mistakes, imperfections – seeing how fragile and vulnerable I truly am –
looking at my limitations, my borders, my walls – and yet understanding
that I too have my own strengths, potential, and the power to dream.
That everything there, good or bad, has shaped who I am. That all that I
was, is, and will be is the story of my life.
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Sometimes I simply want to be here – with nothing – doing nothing – yet loving everything.
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Learn to treasure your alone moments. Do not be afraid. It's a precious gift, too!
