Maybe the better question is “why?”
Why do I do any of the things that I do? Am I just sashaying through life in a pair of ruby red slippers? (Guys can wear them too…)
Does the wind take me or do I actually create my destination? And what about the process of getting wherever it is that I’m headed? Does it really matter how I get there, if I get there at all?
(Remember, while this is about me, it’s really about you. So put yourself in the red slippers as we take a stroll…)
I’ve always wanted people to be at peace. Which is slightly ironic as I’m clearly an instigator. I like to poke the dancing circus bear. Usually it’s to make a point to help someone see something bigger for themselves that they aren’t able to see just yet. Usually…
It’s always bothered me to see someone hurting.
I’ve often been saddened by the way we treat each other.
I believe the deepest desire you and I possess is to be loved. Then we get to share it.
It’s always bothered me that some people don’t qualify, though. Based on where they were born. Or when. Or with whom. With all the capacity we have for love, somehow there just isn’t enough to go around?
Poppycock.
I refuse to believe that. We obviously aren’t allocating our love properly.
Yes, there are many hurting people. For so many reasons. It paralyzes. We can’t let it, though. You and I need to be bigger than that. Can we love this planet into harmony? I think it’s worth finding out.
Steven Pressfield thinks you and I have an unescapable theme to our life. I’m beginning to understand he’s correct. I can’t explain it. (Though I’m trying to here…) I don’t know why. I can see it though. It’s been there right along. Its form ever clarifying as the dawn does its duty. What starts as a shadow soon has dimensions that solicit all senses. It’s beautiful. It’s to be welcomed.
For me it’s love and peace which, to me, are pretty much the same thing. Except when they’re different. I’m selfish like that.
So where did my allegiance to love and peace come from?
I’d love to know.
Have I always been true to this?
You know I haven’t. Not always.
But it’s the least common denominator for me and what matters to me most. I don’t need to know its origin to let it guide me. So that’s what I’m doing. Perhaps someday I’ll get the back story.
Love and peace, friends.
Love and peace.
What’s trying to guide you?
Let’s give those shadows a shoe size and a middle name.
Who’s with me?
