This reflects more often than not the difficulty of accepting something that is understood, not misunderstood.
Something I find most interesting about those who seem too busy is how much time they waste looking for shortcuts.
A phrase often used to describe the struggle with or the resistance to freedom.
The force of sorrow silences rehearsed speech, freeing experimental expressions that meet the true needs of a given moment. The needs are more often than not bathed in hidden tears that rain over the heart. Heart speak of the beat of the true drummer.
I listen for this to reveal when speech has been transcended by the delight that words would dull. Something revealed that is too good not to be true.
One-upping too
It’s all about you
while stepping over me
thought you were through
one-upping me
how was I
when you were
one-upping me
I was stopped so I
could make it about you
Fits all, befitting no one. Causes fits, but benefiting only one.
The majority of words that I hear others speaking about others is more due to a lack of judgment from a racing mind. A racing mind sees no faces. The crowd is even faceless. Poor judgment rules and increasing anxiety threatens any question that is brought. Heart and mind are divided thus dividing others into divisions that have no common goal other than to win at all costs. The victory can rarely be justifiied as to its value of devaluing others.
Guidance is rarely clear from a racing view. And even when clear, cloudy judgment often fogs over right action in a desperate need to be right even when wrong. A racing mind is trying to make sense of the senseless. Common sense becomes uncommon unless one stops to truly think through rather than define what one wants to be true.
What is true and obvious that is overlooked because of what you want to be true?
Today is her birthday. She was 21 in Fort Bragg when I was born. She is 5 ft. tall and was a expert marksman as a young girl. She could dance, sing, write, entertain, but most of all love and understand. She is the daughter of a banker and a mayor. She is the unofficial mayor of the KY town in which she lives because of her knowledge of its history and her profound wisdom of how relationships work.
If she were mayor of New York, she would be the glue holding the bridges together between the protests and actual change. She would be standing in the gap between, connecting, and creating an intersection of all parties with measurable progress somewhere between the realistic and idealistic .
She would not have to be liked, but she would be loved. Why? Because she has the progressive wisdom based on themes of both sides, a win/win. She brings the right answers to the right questions. Each party would know that they were understood, but understood in a way that the city would progress without 100% agreement.
She displays patience born out of wisdom, yet gets things moving that can be done now.
A shout out to you, Mom! Happy Birthday!!! The leaders should be calling you with all those who know you today to say "Happy Birthday".
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Click here for a former post about her.
Omniscient. Omnipresent. Omnipotent. The room, prepared.
Standing out front of ages, rages, sages, and cages. Transforming purpose into reality by disciplining undisciplined hidden faults and removing secret unbelief in those who are tempted to doubt the vision. Shake up, rattle, and roll.
The reviving breath that turns loneliness into solitude. The driving force that puts the heart to the metal,then the peddle to the metal.What can follow is the harder ideal of honoring and empowering others through the ordeal of honor and power.
The fear of waiting, the loss of power of observation, and the cause of misinterpretation.
If there ever was an opportunity to use a model for fatherhood to a son, it was he. I look back on my childhood never wondering why I missed out on anything