So often when I encounter another human, I experience them looking, but when we actually near each other they avert their gaze. I wonder why.
Why is it we are sensitive to others visual contacts? I believe it has something to do with fear.
Fear that someone may read something in the glance … fear they may make assumptions of what the facial expressions mean.
As a rule, many people are hyper-sensitive.
Insecurities developed over time create a limited capacity for opening up to the possibilities that others may see something incredible in us … thinking instead they will see all of the ‘wrongs’ we see about ourselves.
It seems apparent many folks do not see how truly special they are.
What each individual has to offer the world is a one-of-a-kind offering. No one does anything exactly the same.
There may be a tendency to mimic that which is loved or admired, appreciated, but the results are not quite the same as the original. This is because each person is unique, only sharing the same ability to create.
Children’s imaginations are so free! They daydream of what they one day will become. That ‘one day’ is here and what we have ‘become’ is a conditioned example of what our surroundings dictated.
There is always choice, and every day – each moment – a new beginning. We can change our minds … all of us.
How deep within do you wish to go? How well do you recall the child you once were? Can you remember the freedom you felt in just being you?
That “you” that is in memory still exists, that part of you that did not have a care in the world is still within you.
It is your base.
If you do not appreciate where life has taken you, reach within.
Begin again.
Free yourself from fear of others perceptions. Do not self-criticize.
You are perfection in motion, and the flow that is you makes the Universe sing.
Dance.
Not everyone will try to strip you of joy …
Perhaps, only those who refuse to look directly into the eyes of another.
In my reflection I saw a beautiful cactus flower growing out the top of my head. There were thorns galore all around it and its petals were a delightful orchid color. (Stay off my crown y’all).
The Night and Twilight were the first lovers, ever.
I am the sea. Obviously there will be shifts in the levels of my depth.
Stop, look, listen to your heart.
To see the Polar “ends” of a thing is an exercise. Seeing it, balancing it, noticing that ALL things have polarity.
The gap seems to be lessening.
The thing that annoys me most is men (and women) who’s goal is to make people either part of the Offensive or Defensive position. I am perturbed even more when it works for a time.
Thank Creator and Father Time for the opportunity to absorb these lessens. To Be Here …
Merging of tones, creating harmony that soothes the mind.
Have you ever thought, “I must be the most complicated person in the world.” Imagine this thought in the minds of ALL you meet.
You are not alone.
Most of us have no way of seeing the emotional and energetic scars of others. The closest we can come is inwardly touching our own, remembering them, and then entertaining the possibility that these same scars may reside inside of others, to a greater or lesser degree.
If we consider our own suffering to be as anothers we might be more inclined to be gentle. Emotional wounds baffle the mind and blind the heart. It can inhibit the capacity to function normally … like drinking and driving … or drinking and some other not so smart thing.
It (the wound) needs to be brought forward into the light, so it can be reconciled, healed, and a new way birthed.
I see hopes and dreams … those that have been, and those yet to be. I see joy and peace. I see comfort and ease. I see that which I am grateful for, the wonders of being, and I surround myself with thought provoking potentials.
I turn off the floor lamp, and i light the morning candles. I stretch, I bend, my body warms. I look around, and am thankful for this day.
Not the pain or the relief. Not the answer or the question. Not the challenge or the victory. The song or the sparrow… Nothing is random.
Whenever something doesn’t work out the way you thought it would, instead of thinking that something went wrong, see it as something that went unexpectedly well, but for reasons that are not yet apparent. Everything plays to your favor.
At what point does “assistance” become “hinderance”? When it does make this apparent transition, the question must also be asked, “Was it ever actually assistance?”
It is easy to look outside ourselves for the help we believe we need. Sometimes we get fortunate and find someone who really does desire to do good, and provides exactly what is needed for us to boomerang into the positive.
Others however, will see the need and exploit it.
It is best practice to rely on our own instinct, our personal connection to Divinity, or our divine helpers, as we see them.
Unless we are in crisis, it is truly better not to give someone else power over our future thoughts and actions.
If we do seek advice from another, yet they are quite vague and require money as payment, or “sacrifice”, and still remain vague while injecting some sort of urgent hugeness to your role in life … let it go. Sincerity requires no fees, and something that important should develop genuine assistance from the other, not payment first and scarce information to follow.
Be a ‘Brick House’.
Be ‘Mighty’.
Hold your weight and stand firm.
Take this custodianship of your life seriously, and for every benefit of your good name, get enough rest. It is required to keep the nervous system calm enough to make proper divine connections.
Too often this world of “lack” causes one to collect things. These things never bring happiness, in fact, the more one collects, the more they feel they need to collect.
These things are stuff, and sometimes people and relationships.
Eventually life ends.
Will you be remembered for the things you’ve collected, or for the contributions you made for the benefit of the whole?
The other day, Margaret Neville was strolling through the garden on her farm in South Africa when something remarkable caught her eye.
There, on a branch in her lavender bush, was an insect unlike any she’d seen before: “I was amazed at first sight,” Neville told The Dodo.
And it’s easy to see why.
The beautiful bug almost looked like a delicate glass sculpture. Her wings of white and green were accentuated with an elegant swirl, while the rest of her body was adorned with tiny, purple flower-like structures.
Neville shared the photo with her friend, Kerri Martinaglia. She was equally impressed.
“When I saw her, I thought she was an exquisite work of art,” Martinaglia told The Dodo.
Neville and Martinaglia came to learn that the insect she’d found was aptly called a “Flower Mantis,” a type of praying mantis perfectly suited to camouflaging themselves in floral settings.
And thanks to that trick, the mantis Neville happened upon was clearly thriving. Before placing her back in the lavender bush, Neville gave her a name: Miss Frilly Pants.
“She has spent the entire month of September living on my lavender,” Neville said. “She is still there now.”
After Martinaglia shared photos of her online, the remarkable mantis has earned plenty of admirers from people stunned to learn such an animal is real. But not all of her new fans are human.
Recently, Neville spotted Miss Frilly in the company of a suitor:
Though mantis relationships are notoriously short-lived (as are, in some cases, the males involved in them), with any luck, this one will result in many more Miss Frillys adding their beauty to the world.
And the prospect of that alone is enough to be grateful for:
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