Underground

Sometimes the safest places are underground. When I was a young child I’d hide under my bed and pull the blankets down so no one could see me. It felt like I was in another world, far away from the sometimes insanity of the adult world.

When I garden and did underground I discover so many other living creatures that come in all shapes, sizes and colors. Busy with keeping the underground alive that in turn plays a very big part in keeping us humans alive above ground.

Unimaginable serene beauty await us in cenotes around the world in places like Mexico or the karst in Ireland. Bodies of water that despite being formed over many, many decades are great sources to explore and be inspired by.

For a good amount of my life I kept myself in an underground place of dreams, false ego, shame, lack of true inner compassion. Gratefully just as there are steps that take us to beautiful waters underground, there are those same steps that I continue to climb to the abundant life above.

Candle

If someone had told me a few weeks ago, no back in 2012 when I first learned about WordPress, that I’d be having this much fun, I wouldn’t have believed them. Up until a few weeks ago the tiny flame of my candle of being willing to let go of any expectations regarding blogging was so dim.

But that flicker, that tiny light continues to get brighter each day as I surrender to letting go of fear, worry, anxiety and pessimism. It’s alright for me to get nervous when I log on to WordPress and visit my site. It’s ok to feel a breeze blow against my candle’s flame. That flame is protected now. It’s protected by the joy of learning, the faith that I’m not here to impress just here to be me and the continued support from those who care about me as well as from each of you, fellow blogging candles.

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Clumsy

That word helps to describe how I think and feel about learning how to blog. The last few weeks have been like opening a jack-in-the-box. SURPRISE!!!

I had a jack-in-the-box toy. I loved cranking the handle. But no matter how many times I cranked, that boxed jumping jack startled me and made me laugh. Learning to blog with WordPress has been like that. When I read other bloggers blogs it helps to keep me calm, to feel supported and to want to pay those things forward.

Sure I have lots to learn, that’s o.k. I’m looking forward to the journey. This is a ride I volunteered for, or did I? Clumsy? Yes. Acceptance, yes. Fun, yes. Progress not perfection as I’ve heard and read many times at self-help places.

A newborn baby is clumsy because it is a newborn.That tiny person needs and wants to be lovingly nurtured.  I’m clumsy as a new blogger because it’s new and thanks to all of you fellow bloggers and WordPress I feel lovingly nurtured.

Clumsy

Promises

Promises

Wow! What a word! This is one reason that learning to blog is so delightful for me: variety. These daily word prompts are powerful!

Promises: maybe Shakespeare meant to keep or not to keep, that is the question. For a long time I didn’t like when someone used the word. I found from my childhood that people lie. Whether they meant to or not didn’t matter. As a child my little person only knew what a person said or did. It wasn’t my job to figure out what an adult meant when they “promised”.

So fast forward many years later. Today I know what it means to make a promise. I also know what it means when someone doesn’t live up to their word or promise: they are human.

What you pretend, becomes reality.

Super positive conversation. Yes I remember pretending as a little child, then the “adults” reality sidetracked that. Thank you for painting such a clear take action picture.

Genius Unbound

If you don’t like where you are in life, simply change it. At any moment in time, you can decide that this is not how your story will go and its truthfully just as simple as that. As a adults we have grown out of one talent that is the key to our transformation…playing “Pretend.”

What I love about children is that they have no ceilings, the moment that they make their mind up about becoming or doing something, they never give up until they find a way to make it work. Over time as we have grown older, we have allowed the opinions of friends and loved ones to dictate our limits. Our minds have been conditioned by society’s view of what its acceptable. We have been duped into being more scared of what someone will think and say, more than we want to pursue what we love.

Now that we know this…

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