What I Already Know

"Pick up your pieces.

Then help me gather mine."

Vera Nazarian

It is a common expectation to search for another person to make us feel whole.  We hoodwink our lovely selves by whispering that we will never be complete until we have a mate.  The truth, however, teaches us that we are improved partners if we are already whole.

Perhaps, it is more accurate to wish for a person to embrace all of our parts and disclose his or her intricate parts.  We can be the glue for each other, holding our parts together.  With an adhesive to support our diversity, we will hopefully enhance who we have grown to be.

There is knowledge stored within me, worthy of a book.  This does not mean, however, that I readily apply it to my own life.  I believe my experiences would unfold more positively if I had one of those dog collars that beeps when the dog barks.  I could wear it comfortably around my neck and it would beep every time I don't apply what I truly know.  Sigh ....

 

Glass Castles

"In the kingdom of glass, everything
is transparent, and there is no place
to hide a dark heart."
Vera Nazarian

While browsing through quotes this morning, I came across one reflecting a glass castle where there was no place to hide darkness.  Instantly, I was overjoyed by the thought of such clarity in life.  To me, this would initiate security and peace.

Then as I read the quote again, I realized the castle had not eliminated darkness, but simply did not hide it.  So I was no longer comforted, as dark hearts were not removed, they stood out more clearly.

It was difficult to imagine being face to face with someone, exchanging kindness  all the while aware of a black heart.  My inability to do so helped me to face my weakness of ignoring the obvious in my efforts to be kind.  Judgment is not the issue, nor is total acceptance of diversity. Insight reflected to me my  repeated behavior of disregarding the presence of dark spirits, ultimately leading me into the disillusionment of human behavior.

Snow Angels Anyone?

"Snowflakes swirl down gently in the deep blue haze

beyond the window.  The outside world is a dream."

Vera Nazarian

Snowflakes are one of numerous things that remain magical for me.  There is something so delicate, precise, and creative about snow flakes gently falling from the sky.  When the snow falls hard it is such an experience to feel it layering on one's head or shoulders and face.  Trudging through the untouched snow brings our different aspects of ourselves.  

For me, the most beautiful scene is when the trees are covered with snow, the sun is shining, and one male dressed in its bright red suit perches on a tree. He boastfully signs his cardinal song. The contrast against the blue sky solidifies the beauty of this winter scene.   It stabilizes me, allows me to feel there indeed is a natural order to the world.

The longing to lay down in the snow to make just one more  snow angel is overwhelming.  The snow laughingly calls to me and the warmth of the sun warms me to the idea.  Memories of swishing my arms to form majestic wings with my legs in unison beg me to revisit the task.  So I willingly plop down on my back, laughing loudly and securely holding my mitten upon my phone ...  911!