Greetings my gentle readers to another installment of the
“Be Yourself, Often Blog”. A time when we can step back and reflect on the
wonderful collection of memories that may have been captured in our net of
dreams, or missed by our incessant driven dependency on being busy. This is a
point where if we are brave enough, that we can have the fortitude to sing the
praises of the moments that were or wonder how we missed the miracles that
happened.
It is an interesting reflection that the mesh of the filter
that allows us to see the moment is not static, but fluid depending on what we
are doing, how busy we are or our degree of interest or passion attached to the
subject and event at hand. Truly is we stop and think, there is so much that
tends to escape us, isnt there? We may catch the larger items in front of us,
such as a big win, but even that is so dependent on our perspectives?
There are many things that in the course of business that
happens… appointments get missed and special moments with family that only come
around once may be omitted or lost. At that point, one may be left with a feeling
of loss and doing an internal reflection of the checks and balances and address
the value systems they have. That almost assigns a value to seeing, doing or missing
an event and the remuneration attached. Is it really worth it? Even more
important, what is the feeling of the other side? Is the absenteeism noticed?
Of course. Will a payment or gift cover it? Of course not. Even worse in our
busy world where we are all connect is the presenteeism that occurs in dynamics
of family and social interactions.
So many other things get lost or waylaid in the day and yet
get lost beyond the larger events like birthdays and anniversaries? These are the small miracles in the moment
that demonstrate that we totally and truly exist in a state where there is a
Heaven on Earth. And it is our natural state of being, not that of the large
mesh where everything goes through the sieve and we miss these miracles of the
moments.
Why might that be? Perhaps we sacrifice ourselves and our
health at the altar of the great demi-God, consumerism and capitalism. However,
no matter what the –ism, they cannot replace the colour of the sky or the smile
of a loved one. It is a very, very heavy price to pay.
It is unknown what we collect, have or will walk away with
at the end of days, besides death. When that day comes, we cannot predict or
know… which offers some reflection that we should live each moment intensely
and if they were our last. Does it TRULY matter what others think of how you
dress, how you play or why or how you express yourself? Is it not a gift that
we are able to express ourselves in a way that places our fingerprint on the
moment that we and others remember? That signature style that is our unique
claim to life? Who gave someone else the right to bully, invade our privacy,
integrate themselves into what and who we are? All I know is that I feel sorry
for those lost souls, as their life is so shallow and their puddle so dry that
they must live vicariously or try to piss in someone else puddle and pollute
the moment with their toxicity.
I would rather appreciate the depth and breadth of the
puddle, embrace it and be a kid, loving the mindfulness of the moment. First
one needs to realize that life is too busy and chaotic. But after that, one is
empowered to step back, embrace and live and love. Basically, to be yourself,
often.
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Rev. Dr. Joel Lamoure November 2012
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