Nothing is Everything

I despise when people look at me sideways when I said I did nothing   all weekend. Bear in mind, I answer them  nothing because what they are looking for is places I’ve been or discovered, trendy places I’ve eaten or a new  activity I have undertook.   As if I should fill it with toiling in the garage, hand washing my floors, planting petunias, trying jet packing or shopping the outlets.  What does my nothing consist of?   Renewal, refreshing, and rejoicing in the simplicities of what is my life. No matter how unexciting it may seem to some, it’s priceless to me.   

 I reflect, I overlook and oversee my creations of life, watch the twinkle in their eyes, and hear the hearty laughter from their chest when they challenged their mama to a dance off and I surprise them with a couple succinct moves that I still remember and can still manage to do and look good doing it!  Children are excited for an impromptu trip to Burger King or when you let them open the mailbox and retrieve its contents all by themselves.  They get happy when you ask them to snuggle and warm you up. They get giggly when you let them play with your makeup or rearrange your nail polishes; and take pride in color ordering them for you.  We make cakes together and lick the spoon; we make our omelets together deciding what ingredients marry best together as if we are contestants on a cooking show, or compile a shopping list. We share the ordinary things in life and all while doing so, we bond. We form a partnership of unity that makes them feel significant, their opinion counts; their input means something. Their assistance is valued

Truth be Told: . Next time a child, your child asks you to do something seemingly ordinary to you let them. There is teaching at every turn. Remember, you are forming their mindset, their self worth and their capabilities. Everything is important, even  if it’s nothing.  

Raw and Unfiltered.

She’s mad but she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire. -Charles Bukwoski

What does it mean to you to b e authentic? Does it mean to be who you are organically with all short comings? Or does it mean to be who you OUGHT to be?    To me, it means to expose who you are internally without fear of failure or condemnation.

At first glance, some may say that opening yourself to that will cause others to seek you as prey, for when they know your weakness they can go for the jugular and hurt or maim your heart or well being. I  know no other way to be but who I am with all my imperfections in my attitude,  demeanor,  lack of control and impulse. (Okay.. this sounds bad but it’s not. I don’t break laws nor faces and I have common sense!)  I have to say what’s on my mind when I simply feel like I can’t hold back anymore. I can’t pretend, I can’t live behind a façade of perfection when my soul wants to scream.   Even still, I get chastised, accused of being a loon  (when all I am is passionate); but it comes with the territory. Others are afraid to be expressive because they have been repressed.   They have been taught keep hidden the very things that God gave us and no one else. The ability to emote, to feel emotional pain and joy.    I relish in what I have been given and make no apologies for it.    

I had a conversation with someone recently who works for the federal government protecting “important” people;  High ranking members of the military, congressmen and women, heads of state from other countries, dignitaries, and even celebrities when they visit our nation’s capital.   That conversation was about being authentic. To most, he’s in uber control, knows every step he takes before he takes it, and everything else that may go along with that line of work.  He has awards for his service and wears them with pride. For everything he has accomplished has come from showing his dedication to his work or what I like to call  his “ paycheck.” What he never did was dedicate himself to his SELF. He got lost in his promise to others and forgot his promise to his own self.  I witnessed the man who was so seemingly in control try to kill himself with the very weapon that he used to protect everyone else because I, someone who cared about his soul, tried to connect with HIM.  I saw him as so out of control, but in that moment, although it was raw, it was real.  I commend him for his release more than his willingness to take a bullet for someone else.   To me, that’s what made him larger than life to me. Being strong by being weak. He will never understand that though.  You see, to me, wisdom comes by acceptance of something  not fully understood  and perhaps unenjoyable but in it contains the seeds  to allow for growth. As you open up to others thoughts and ideas, you open your soul, you become rebirthed.   If only he knew.  

Truth be Told Truth Behold:  Do not lose who you are before you even expose who you are. Tap into authenticity and start organically living.

Eyes Can Hear What You are Saying!

The strangest things compel me to write. An abstract image, an obscure thought that seemingly means nothing. There are so many sources of inspiration to fuel your fire for something you are impassioned about. You have to allow those sources to keep feeding you, you have to be open to all things because you never know what it could offer up to you.  Today, it was someone else's writing and their passion for it. Well, I am not quite sure they were so passionate  about the writing as much as what they were able to create/assist/help  someone out with through their writing. They wrote about relationships and their dynamics and although the general message was easy to understand it was worded in a way where you were able to see if from a different perspective. Some people just have a way with words; this built in, intrinsic way of getting their point across with ease. What a gift.


Truth is : Ask someone else you think you already know the answer to. Perspective is enlightening.