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Showing posts with label Michael Bassey Johnson; Messages; Messenger; Random; Words; Places; Symbols; Sharing; Receiving;. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael Bassey Johnson; Messages; Messenger; Random; Words; Places; Symbols; Sharing; Receiving;. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 21, 2021

Floating on the Surface

 



 
"Like an ocean, life is deep, but
we are just floating on the surface."
Michael Bassey Johnson

If we float upon the surface of emotions, we can feel calm.  Eventually, however, we can sense dark clouds forming.  We can experience a turbulance, dragging us down to the bottom of sodden world.  When panic recesses, we firmly place our feet upon the muck and mire.

When we are tired of the tumult of a current pulling us this way and that, we long to surface to once again catch glimpses of a sky so blue. We long for deep breaths and a gentle breeze across our cheeks, settling the waves of disruption. 

If I pull from the sky bright lights and billowing clouds, I can experience life fully, without the overwhelm of drowning.  Tides appear as natural rhythms and we can drift through reality, accepting a ride on the edge of the wave.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Random Message or Messenger





"Don't be indifferent about any random idea that occurs to you 
because each and every idea is for a particular purpose.  It may 
not be beneficial to you, but can be what others are craving for."
Michael Bassey Johnson


While searching for inspiration or guidance, we forget our own words may have importance to someone else.  We seek our messenger, forgetting we are a messenger in our own right.  Ideas or places floating into our consciousness may be vitally significant for one other.

While driving, I noticed a symbol written on the side of a large semi.  A few hours later, I saw the same image on a billboard.  As the day was ending, I was reading a novel and there was a reference to this same thing.  I contemplated on an anchor, but it simply did not resonate with me.  

Just prior to bed, a frustrated friend called me, as she could not decide on a symbol for a portion of her work.   Without thinking I said, "An anchor,"  as that is what had been waltzing around in my head all day.  She laughed with glee, "That is perfect!  Thank you so much."  We just never know.