It is Apr 28th and here in our city we have already experienced beautiful, warm weather. Today however, our forecast calls for continuous rain turning into snow, with the possibility of 10-25 cm of the white stuff. Yes, imagine how green it will be when it all melts!
At a corner off Macleod, while stopped at the light I saw a lovely young tall blonde woman. She had not heard the forecast. Her hair was being whipped by the increasing rain, her little leopard-print very fashionable jacket looked like it was getting soaked through, the high heels slowed down her progress on a very short crossing light. The cream coloured shoulder bag and laptop carrying case kept her grounded in the blowing wind.
A few minutes later turning onto Elbow, I saw a tall good-looking young man. Attired in a suit and blue shirt, anchored by his size but still getting wet. Waiting patiently for the bus. (He too, had not tuned in to Breakfast Television this morning.)
“I know the perfect girl for you” I think to myself… perhaps they will meet at a coffee-shop today.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
When we voice our secrets…do we speak with words?
When we make the decision to move forward, we might appear to be "in the moment". However, we are speaking from our history about the limit of our tolerance for actions and words that we have endured. We have built up our capacity (or it was beaten in to us) and then one day we decide to accept “no more”.
But when we decide to share our secret, whether it be on our unhappy marriage, the infidelity of our partner (or our infidelity towards our partner), our dyslexia, our tendency to depression, our sexuality, or our covert lifestyle, how loudly do we speak?
Do we struggle with the words to be truthful but still be bold? Or do we once again make our announcement passively? Do we shoulder the burden of disclosure with a sibling, colleague or stranger and ask them to circulate our secret? How we emerge into our “self” is no less of a wonder than the steps that it took us to get there. Each step a journey in itself, to become who we are meant to be, each journey different from our fellow traveller.
Making haste is not the goal, the unfolding of life events are meant specifically just for us. We will each get our menu of designed choices, but as always it comes down to when we recognize the “no more” moment.
But when we decide to share our secret, whether it be on our unhappy marriage, the infidelity of our partner (or our infidelity towards our partner), our dyslexia, our tendency to depression, our sexuality, or our covert lifestyle, how loudly do we speak?
Do we struggle with the words to be truthful but still be bold? Or do we once again make our announcement passively? Do we shoulder the burden of disclosure with a sibling, colleague or stranger and ask them to circulate our secret? How we emerge into our “self” is no less of a wonder than the steps that it took us to get there. Each step a journey in itself, to become who we are meant to be, each journey different from our fellow traveller.
Making haste is not the goal, the unfolding of life events are meant specifically just for us. We will each get our menu of designed choices, but as always it comes down to when we recognize the “no more” moment.
For me, it took the integrity of $1 to change my life. What will it take for you?
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