6:44:27 AM EDT
Feeling Enlightened
ALL-SEEING EYES
Our awareness of what transpires in our environments enables us to make thoughtful and vigilant decisions about the paths our lives will eventually take. Many people move through life with eyes half-closed and consequently find themselves frequently facing unexpected obstacles and missing valuable opportunities. When we endeavor to be as observant as possible in our personal and professional lives, little escapes our notice. We both see the dangers lurking ahead and recognize potentially rewarding prospects long before we are called upon to make decisions regarding them. Our attention to detail enables us to prepare for the worst pragmatically and plan for the best with optimism in our hearts. You will become a conscious decision-maker as you open your eyes to the myriad possibilities awaiting you.
Written by
lilytrue2blue
Permalink
|
Blog about this entry
|
Add to del.icio.us |
digg this
This entry has comments:
Add your own
7:58:35 AM EDT
Feeling Flirtatious
OPEN EYES AND EARS
Listening carefully and consciously to those who choose to share details of their lives with us allows us to get to the root of their words by analyzing their gestures and tone of voice. We access our empathetic minds when we take steps to be truly attentive during dialogues. Since we actively tune in to the emotional state of our conversational partner, we can offer responses to their questions and concerns that are marked by clarity and compassion. Little escapes our notice as we are highly capable of reading the subtexts concealed in a speaker’s phrasing. We are thus empowered to perceive and appreciate the greater meaning behind what we hear. You will feel a deeper connection with the people you speak with because you are willing to grant them the whole of your attention.
Written by
lilytrue2blue
Permalink
|
Blog about this entry
|
Add to del.icio.us |
digg this
This entry has comments:
Add your own
7:21:45 AM EDT
Feeling Enlightened
ENGAGING PEOPLE,NOT RESOURCES
Curbing your forcefulness when you interact with others ensures that you relate to people as individuals rather than as tools to help you satisfy your purposes. When we are plagued by intense needs or desires, it can be easy to forget that our colleagues, peers, and loved ones have their own interests and do not exist primarily to aid us. Articulating your intentions and wants gently demonstrates that your propositions are requests rather than demands. You’ll get to know people for who they are rather than the roles they play. The relationships you forge will make working side by side a pleasurable experience that both you and those with whom you collaborate will find fulfilling. The gentleness with which you express your needs will help you relate to individuals on a more personable level.
Written by
lilytrue2blue
Permalink
|
Blog about this entry
|
Add to del.icio.us |
digg this
This entry has comments:
Add your own
8:32:24 AM EDT
Feeling Lonely
DROP OF WATER
How fragile its balance, how pristine its shine
the clean drop of water that dangles in light
and how with a freeze it plays stalactite
to shatter on contact as freeefalls its bright
To be guarded from passion that would make it just melt
to be guarded from windblows that would lose where it dwelt
And the clear drop of water that is warmed in my heart
and in perilous teeter awaits and bides time
will soon lose its hold and fall while it frights
there was no hand to hold and protect it from part
Written by
lilytrue2blue
Permalink
|
Blog about this entry
|
Add to del.icio.us |
digg this
This entry has comments:
Add your own
8:28:21 AM EDT
Feeling Grateful
LEARNING AS YOU TEACH
It is only when we use our resources and talents to help others achieve their goals that we can feel truly gifted and excited by our successes. In offering the benefit of our experience to people whose dreams run parallel with our own, we channel our abundance into our efforts to improve the lives of people in need of our wisdom and tutelage. As mentors, we utilize our achievements in a benevolent fashion. As a result, we grow alongside our charges, remembering what it is like to be struggling at the start of the goal-realization process. Our own struggles for success are put into perspective, and we can take pride in all we have accomplished. When you use your resources to help others fulfill their dreams, you’ll feel highly accomplished.
Written by
lilytrue2blue
Permalink
|
Blog about this entry
|
Add to del.icio.us |
digg this
This entry has comments:
Add your own
7:42:57 AM EDT
Feeling Quiet
AS WE AGE
AS WE AGE
Must I find myself in such a wondering mood every morning? I thought that inquisitiveness came and went as we grew into teenagehood and then realized we knew it all.
Finding myself with all the time that retirement dumps into your lap, most interesting theories are formed as the study of geriatry is now performed on myself and my peers.
What have I discovered?
Intending no insult to my friends, I find that my heart is still in the right places, but my mind keeps reminding it that my body will not cooperate with such an endeavor and that financial concerns are of extreme importance at this juncture.
I still hear music that moves my body, but my tired and achy body refuses to dance to it, and, in the disappointment of the realization, my mind then refuses to remember the few bars that time time has left intact on each song.
The coming of a new season was anxiously awaited so thatI could air the wardrobe and buy some more rags to hang on this crumbling hanger, but I find that the fashion of the day does not allow for propriety at my age; what seemed to be perfectly normal and acceptable pieces are no longer comfortable enough and too tight in all the wrong places.
I know that those that dare to live risk getting hurt, but those that not dare at all, don't live at all.
So, does aging become one of those interim stages where we would dare if we could...if we knew that we should...
Or just the angry rejection of everything that reminds us of happier and more carefree times when our bodies would move on command, or even on just the thought?
Not being an angry individual leaves me with the conundrum of having to understand the changes so that I can accept them happily and continue to bubble my way through life.
Love has become something of practicality, of finding safety in numbers.
And as the considerations of love are dissected, the more mondane realities of the world around us, a world so alien to the gentleness with which we grew up and aged.
Am I an anachronism, or just someone whose time has past?
And how many more are there that refuse to state the facts of their lives? It has become the dance of 2 old warriors that know all the moves and those of their adversary and still relish the fight up to a point...because we also relish the fact that we may still have a tomorrow to return and fight again.
Is this love or convenience?
Hopefully a little bit of both, somewhere in Neverland where we can still laugh and be ourselves without having to prove anything to anyone; where we can take care of each other tenderly and kindly...til the end; where we can live life to the fullest inside those parameters that constrain us.
Lily Thompson 080525
Written by
lilytrue2blue
Permalink
|
Blog about this entry
|
Add to del.icio.us |
digg this
This entry has comments:
Add your own
7:10:24 PM EST
Feeling Flirtatious
IT IS COLD 080127
It rained again last night and there are stalactites on the bushes,
the air is crisp and my nose can feel the humidity in the air,
the grass is wet, the lagoon is dark, and the sky is wearing grey...
But it isn't cold in my heart for, deep inside,
there's the warming thought of you.
My hand, outside the pockets of my parka, is drained of color,
my bones shiver with that coldness I once felt when life was leaving,
you can cut a clean piece of bark from the tree trunk in one stroke...
But there is no crispness inside this gentle spirit,
for somewhere in the air there's you.
The blue heron forgot to perch on his favorite branch, as did the crane,
the dolphins are not playfully jumping in the water, nor the fish,
the pelicans are not fishing, nor are the two men in the dinghy...
But hope springs eternal in my step as I walk to my sounds,
for every move rehearses for you.
The sermon was a dud, the music was not pleasing, the priest a guest,
the children were unruly, everyone was wearing layers of wool,
and a fattening peanut butter cake awaited with the coffee...
But as I fell asleep in the midst of the drudgery,
there was the knowledge of the promise of you.
You know the kind of lazy Sunday in the grasp of winter
when you want to sing but your throat only coughs...
When friends are out there waiting for your visit or call
but nothing moves you into action much to your perplexity...
You know the kind of afternoon am referring, when cold is better shared,
when solitude is best forgotten in someone's gentle caress...
You know the kind of evening when all that this world promises
doesn't seem to come to fruition, yet again...Let's partake.
Lily Thompson 080127
Written by
lilytrue2blue
Permalink
|
Blog about this entry
|
Add to del.icio.us |
digg this
This entry has comments:
Add your own
6:11:39 PM EST
Feeling Sad
MY HUMAN 080123
My human soul cannot get used to the absence of a caress
to the incomparable feeling of self worth that it gets
when it looks at itself through your loving eyes.
My human body cannot get used to the absence of a touch
in the middle of the night when sleep is hard to come
and nothing but that gentle touch will sate the yearning.
My human mind cannot understand why people build barriers
all around their lives to protect themselves from love,
both the hurt and the joy... so they exist wihout both.
My human spirit doesn't mind being bridled by masterless affection,
or seduced by impish manifestations of corporal desire,
or conquering and taking all when everything has also been given.
My human wit cannot find an object of flirtation
in mindless demonstrations of carnal expectations
from someone who is not looking but for sedation.
Lily Thompson
080123
Written by
lilytrue2blue
Permalink
|
Blog about this entry
|
Add to del.icio.us |
digg this
This entry has comments:
Add your own