The Lady Prism: When Life Swings

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

When Life Swings

Life is pretty much like walking a tightrope or a braided wooden bridge.

It wobbles and swings every step I make. Stable ground at the other end is in sight, but getting there is proving to be tricky. Sometimes I want to turn back. Can't! I'm in the middle hanging on for a dear minute, afterwhich, I take furtive steps once again.

A sudden gust of wind is breaking my steps right now. My woven bridge is slightly swaying, left- right - left - right, my nervous heart flutters with each swing! I am presented with a choice, either I scream in wanton panic or take a breath, rock with the sway, wait out this dizzying movement and enjoy the view. The latter seems more sensible.

No matter this unsettling imbalance, today, I'm keeping precious calm. I am but silent, observant and introspective ,allowing life to naturally release its tremor.

No matter the clanging chaos around and the rapid unsteadiness it causes, I will hold on to my woven handrail of peace and trust that this tremble will subside. I will go about doing what needs to be done and later on, read, write, paint, and take a late afternoon walk where big trees abound. It doesn' look like rain today anyway. I might even take my camera with me.

Walk..walk..walk..this footbridge of life one must.

"He who has a why to live can bear almost any how."

~Friedrich Nietzsche

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Rose - Watching WavesAugust 15, 2009 at 9:17 AM
Lovely metaphors about living and choosing. Keeping that inner peace amidst the chaos of life is what grounds us and keeps us centered, sheltered from the buffeting winds.
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beezee~beeAugust 15, 2009 at 8:51 PM
follow where the feet take us...never know what's waiting for us on the other side, yes? :)
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GuatyenAugust 16, 2009 at 6:41 PM
every turn is a right turn, every sway keeps us steadier after, though shaken, with strong willed and centered heart, we'll get to where we belong.

what am i blabbering?

hugs to you sweet prism!
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couragetocreatewriteandloveSeptember 3, 2009 at 11:37 PM
i noticed yor badge i am in facebook too!
hugs!
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The Lady Prism

Simply somebody who enjoys the company of a few intimate souls. I love the sound of sunbeams and the soothing brush of the shore on a sandy pebbled beach.

I love the ripple of cascading rain and singing brooks. I love the fluttery dance of fireflies and funny crickets on a dewy night. I love the melody of sultry whispers in my ears.

I love the view of a blue moon rising and of the Orion's Belt and of a meteor shower. I love the taste and aroma of French Vanilla Coffee on a Sunday morning in bed. I love moist brownies, almonds and pecans.

But most of all I love the feel of love wrapped around my arms. Welcome to the prism in me!

Mindful

MINDFUL

Every day I see or hear somethingthat more or less kills mewith delight, that
leaves me like a needle in the haystackof light.
It was what I was born for -to
look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world -to instruct myself over
and over in joy, and acclamation.
Nor am I talkingabout the
exceptional, the fearful, the dreadful, the very extravagant - but of the
ordinary, the common, the very drab, the daily presentations.
Oh, good
scholar, I say to myself, how can you help but grow wise with such teachings as
these -the untrimmable lightof the world, the ocean's shine, the prayers that
are made out of grass?
~ Mary Oliver

Leaves Of Grass

LEAVES OF GRASS

" This is what you shall do: love the earth and sun, and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence towards the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown, or to any man or number of men; go freely with the powerful uneducated persons, and with the young, and mothers, of families:

read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life re-examine all you have been told at school or church, or in any books,

and dismiss whatever insults your soul. "

The Summer Day by Mary Oliver

THE SUMMER DAY

Who made the worldWho made the swan, and the black bearWho made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--

the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyesNow she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?

Marriane Williamson ~ "A Woman's Worth"

* Beauty is an internal light, a spiritual radiance that all women have but most women hide, unconsciously denying its existence. What we do not claim remains invisible.....*

* The woman who is truly self-aware knows that her self is a light from beyond this world, a spiritual essence that has nothing to do with the physical world. Those of us who strongly believe in the reality of spirit are quickly invalidated by a worldly power system that senses within spiritual truth the seeds of its own destruction. For if we truly believed in an internal light, we would not believe in the power of external forces, and we would not be so easy to dominate and control. We would not be tempted to see hair and clothes and makeup as sources of so much of our self-esteem and the ideal beauty of a fashion model as a sign that we are not beautiful at all. *

Authenticity Is A Daily Practice!

Choosing authenticity means cultivating the courage to be imperfect, to set boundaries and to allow ourselves ourselves to be vulnerable, exercising the compassion that comes from knowing that we are all made from strength and struggle and connected to each other through a loving and resilient human spirit;nurturing the connection and sense of belonging that can only happen when we let go of what we are supposed to be and embrace who we are.

Authenticity demands WHOLEHEARTED living - even when it's hard, even when we're wrestling with the shame and fear of not being good enough, and especially when the joy is so intense that we're afraid to let ourselves feel it.

Mindfully practicing authenticity during our most soul searching struggles is how we invite GRACE, JOY and Gratitude into our lives. ♥ ~ Brene' Brown

Next Time

NEXT TIME

Next time what I'd do is look at the earth before saying anything. I'd stop
just before going into a houseand be an emperor for a minuteand listen better to
the wind or to the air being still.

When anyone talked to me, whether blame or praise or just passing time,I'd
watch the face, how the mouth has to work, and see any strain, any sign of what
lifted the voice.

And for all, I'd know more -- the earth bracing itself and soaring, the air
finding every leaf and feather over forest and water, and for every person the
body glowing inside the clothes like a light. ~ Mary Oliver

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When Life Swings

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