In Plain Sight

Mark Nepo inspired me today to write about how the darkness opens to the light. We find our way through the obscurity of the penumbra and the shadow of what can now be seen finds us in the darkness once again. There in plain view we see everything and see nothing. The obvious we were searching for disappears into our unconscious and blinds us as if the darkness had folded over the light we clamored for.  

Witness to Love

Today I bear my own witness to a different love than when we first met.  In a way it was more endearing than when I felt a different urge towards her. And of course it’s only natural to feel a more relational than sexual vision of your loved one as time goes by. However, it was wonderful to know that beneath the urges of the flesh were uncovered the deepest love I have ever known.  

Power

We give more power to the thought of what we lack than to the dynamism of abundance. 

Afraid some of us are to putting down roots no deeper than a windowsill plant. 

A Candles Flame

How is it that when we need to bring fire to a situation we can only muster the flame on a candle?

All good things come to those who wait unless of course you decide to run away from it. 

Sunday Knocks

Never give advice no matter how many times someone asks for it. Because if it’s wrong you’ll get blamed and in the oft chance that it is sound  it will be their idea anyway.

Speculation lets us take delusion and make it rational.

Patience is steering one degree away from anger.  

Don't Sip, Pour

Don’t sip anger through a straw; pour it in a glass instead.

House of Strangers

When the love light grows dim what was once was a house of warmth and love becomes a cold and drafty place where only the sounds of silence can be heard amongst the breeze of medicated indifference.  

The Decent Thing

The decent thing to do isn’t always the decent thing to do. 

We Have Liftoff

Sometimes it takes tragedy to form a new life that is at long last independent. Like a 3 stage rocket that takes off to the moon where the  first and second stages are burned off and can never be recovered just so the last stage breaks through the atmosphere.  

The Canvas

I  always feel that what comes off my fingers on to this "canvas" has little and much to do with me at the same time. I always hope that what is transmitted through me is useful to someone. 

Breadwinner

The days of being the breadwinner and only being left with crumbs are coming to a close and it’s bittersweet because I gave it my all.

Time Expired

Visitors even those we love are entitled to parking spaces in our lives but don’t forget even the best of friends have timed meters that expire when it’s time for us to roll up our sidewalks.  

The Knock

My writing was born when I started Inner Knockings and I have not paid much attention to the blog that started all my others.  It always gave me a view not often talked about but often in a unique way. These little short sentences would descend on me at any moment and I am grateful for my former Mentor Monika who helped me rediscover my deep love for writing. I hope they return soon.  

Lost and Found

Nothing is lost if it can be found. It’s just been misplaced.  

The Emperor's New Clothes

We don’t always recognize love when it arrives in the Emperor’s New Clothes because we are so accustomed to believing what we see and ignore what the naked eye beholds.  

Roughed Up

When we get roughed up in our field of play, there is no referee to penalize the miscreant. However it is our ability to stand right back up that commands the respect for ourselves and of others that might do us harm, whether it be by design, intention or by egos run riot.   

Waking Up

I am done holding back for its time to live out loud even if it does wake the neighbor’s baby. 

Hell in a Hand Basket

When we see what’s happening in the world financial markets we need to remember that each of us is not in a rowboat by our lonesome, and think that  everyone else is on a luxury liner.  

Jacks Tilt

Jack fell down and broke his crown and his spin class came over and screwed Jack’s head back on but it has just a bit of a tilt to it now.  

The Wave

When the angels don’t judge me and keep me safe I know that there is always hope in my life.  It’s funny how life can change so dramatically around you and certain things will remain as if they were deep beneath the turbulent waves of the heavy storm.  

Black Cupid

When you think of cupid what color comes to mind?  Red? White? I think the color is black.  Why black Jack?  Well that’s the color it usually ends up being after the love is gone.  

Milk Duds

 Your love is like a box of Milk Duds, you always know what you’re gonna get.  It is always satisfying and long lasting but it is  the sticking to the teeth that I must be wary of.  

Crying in the Rain

We share the moisture of the heavens, the tears from our eyes and the longing for each other’s embrace. 

The Exit Strategy

 Why is it that when the horses are out of the barn we still insist on closing the barn doors?  I will never figure that one out as long as I live. 

Without Air

The football has to be properly inflated for the quarterback to throw a successful completion to its intended receiver but spirituality requires no such “air” it only needs an intention and with that it carries a guaranteed reception.  

Forgiveness

Forgiveness has nothing to do with acceptance. Acceptance is allowing forgiveness

Fumes

Many times I have thought there was still fuel in the tank only to realize that  fumes can’t make a car go.   

Muscle Over Mind

The mind muscle connection is one that often leaves me feeling like I do not have a leg to stand on. 

    

The Darkness

It's like asking for a matchbook to light up the sky.  

Tree Branches

Why am I here? What will be my legacy when it’s all said and done? All said and done? What the hell does that mean? It is an emblematic cliché that belongs in the archives of meaningless phrases that try to capture the human experience in a few words that have a catchy rhythm to them.  Often when climbing a tree I can lose my intent, which is to climb the tree, and a leaf on a branch distracts me and I never finish climbing that tree.  Like right now as I failed to address my questions I just asked.   

Immediate Gratification

Immediate gratification is a funny thing because once you sate it you gain that window of rationality again. And when it does clamor the next time to satisfy some urge or need, you gain the strength to stave off that impulse with more effectiveness because it wasn't as satisfying as our mind had conjured it to be in the first place.  

Invisible Ink

Projection is no more than speculation, guessing with  invisible ink. 

Sunday Knock

Idioms like: “It is what it is” and “Whatever” are pervasive in American Society today  and both say I don’t give a damn. Well I certainly do and throwaway dialogue is for those that think they cannot change things or the courage that they can.  

Naming It

The best days are my worst days for a number of reasons.  One, they don't last long, and the next day is 1000 times better. What I feared never looked the same the next day.  I realize I had no faith and that I don't have to let what someone did or didn't do be the reason I created the unhappiness to begin with.  And lastly my greatest fear never really has a name to begin with, it was just a passing thunderstorm, noisy but lightning never struck. 

Sunday Knocks Part VI

The last shall be first and the first well they can come in second if they can stand it. 

I am not who I think I am. I read that in "Awakening the Buddha Within" by Lama Surya Das.  Self-constructed labels are self-fulfilling prophecies so be careful what you don’t call yourself. 

There ought to be a law keeping the word “Magical” out of car commercials. Is there nothing sacred? 

I don’t want to go  back in time because I may not recognize the person I am now. 

Confidence & Fire

Confidence is unmotivated behavior but motivation is the back seat driver.

How is it when we need to bring fire to a situation we can only muster the flame on a candle? 

Take the Wheel

Who is going to drive the car when I have to pull off the road? I am so ready to buckle my seat belt in the passenger side and close my eyes and nod off. When the new driver arrives at my next destination, I am sure they will wake me up.  I for one am tired of keeping my eyes open.  

Sunday Knocks

Our reaction to anger is usually a selfish embrace of someone else's delusion.

Patience is not giving in to the thinking solution.

Witnessing our own anger keeps it from being over inflated.

How is it that something that seemed so right, now feels like crimes of the heart, mind and soul?

Speculation

Speculation lets us take delusion and make it rational. 

Patience is steering one degree away from anger.

Should is the bedspread that covers CAN'T and WON'T. 

A Cents Worth

 I am not just pitching pennies at the moon, because the change in my pocket  is more than enough to buy my soul.

Frightening Expectations

           Frightening expectations never manifest themselves with the same intensity our imagination creates, and the reason we submit to the fear is simply the suspension of faith.

Open Door

We always need to keep our doors open but that doesn’t mean we take the door off the hinges and let anyone in. 

Hidden In Plain Sight

In the constant scrutiny of my life I always thought that it was a microscope that would give me the most telling view, but leave it to an acquaintance I hardly know to reveal that all I needed was my reading glasses. 

Who Is At the Door, Dear?

 Truth is always relative except when the answer is yes and no. 

Happiness has a silky hand but it never leaves fingerprints for a forensic explanation that it was there.

Dreams are like invisible ink, with the heat of sleep they appear only to grow dark in the cold light of day.

Tempest in a Teapot

Tempest in a teapot is an archaic idiom that conjures up thoughts of how situations become a crisis when they are only situations. We inject more energy into them than what’s required which is usually just a modicum of  attention. 

Dreams

Dreams are like invisible ink, with the heat of sleep they appear only to grow dark in the cold light of day. 

Courage

We need only demonstrate bravery to ourselves after that it will appear when needed.

Emotional moments need to be felt, we don't have to squeeze all the tea out of the hot bag, but if we let it steep we will get the true flavor of it.

We All Fall Down

Of course most things are not black and white problem is we add color to the wrong places.

Pig tracks can't be washed away unless we change our shoes.

If you are really to educate, don't be surprised if they are afraid to learn, courage doesn't just mean facing fear.

What is speculation?  Believing a teaspoon of sugar will make the Dead Sea sweet.

Hurt feelings are nothing more than a bruised ego. Trouble starts when a black and blue becomes a deep flesh wound and no band-aid in the world will do.

A fresh approach may include heating up day old bread.

We need only demonstrate bravery to ourselves after that it will appear when needed.

"Look for the silver lining because somewhere the sun is shining" has brought me from under cloud cover on more than one occasion.

Spirituality with football rules will guide me to either run pass or punt, and sometimes being thrown for a loss can set us up for the next 1st and 10.

Emotional moments need to be felt, we don't have to squeeze all the tea out of the hot bag, but if we let it steep we will get the true flavor of it.