Living through Optimism

I think through positive outlooks. When I write something that, to me, seems pretty uplifting and a person comments with something negative (or a totally different perspective) I am reminded of how expansive our minds truly are. I would never ever see it that way…their way. But, I totally respect it. I understand it’s based on their experiences. My mouth drops and I am aware of the differences in our lives. There is no such thing as “one size fits all” perception. There will always be a million ways to look at things. That is diversity! This is also the reason I stay away from topics such as religion and politics on social media. The things I am most passionate about I share with my tribe in private. I don’t put my dirty laundry out to hang in front of others. I have learned that the best way to teach positivity is to live it. The best way to lift others is by lifting myself. The best medicine for the world is to laughter. And, the best solution to expose the dark forces is to bring them to light. I share with you because I believe that vulnerability is the connection we need in our world in order to not feel alone. So…yes optimism isn’t lazy. It is courageously yummy. Optimism serves humanity by lifting and healing through a higher frequency. That frequency is always LOVE.

Absolutes or Maybes

I think in absolute’s,

definite’s, and yeses

gliding in and out of surprises

and sensational possibilities.

This drives you bonkers

as if I am some Mary Poppins

ready to take us in flight

with a magic umbrella

erasing all the chaos

in the unforeseen future.

 

You think via analysis,

probabilities,

and maybe’s

which usually turn into no’s.

Despite it all we

sometimes

fly together

as you place

discomfort to one side

and allow

my spontaneous combustion

to be the wind

underneath us both.

Do not feed the fears

do not feed fears

There have been several break-ins in our little town the past few weeks. It’s rare that anything happens around here. I have heard the stories…on and off as cautionary tales of what needs doing. My husband has declared getting more weapons. I cannot begin to express the anxiety this issue causes me. I DO NOT like guns. This morning at around 5AM when the dog needed to go out, he ran across the dark front lawn chasing something, and my heart began to race up to my throat. My husband was at work and all I could think of was, “This is NOT how I live my life!” I think I said it out loud as I called for the dog to come inside. I do not entertain this fear. I spent all of my childhood living with a mother who feared anything and everything because of the news. We lived in a prison of what if’s. I cannot move into that energy. I refuse to feed the fears that others live by. I know there are bad people in this world. I know there are savages. I understand there is mental illnesses, hatred and arrogance. I get the drug and alcohol addictions and how they guide personalities into doing bad-unthinkable things. I know the world is full of atrocities, horrific acts, and devastating events. I don’t live in that world of looking over my shoulders and expecting something to happen. I am not that person. Call me naive, stupid, delusional, crazy…whatever you care to label me…I don’t participate in fears. Moreover I have a hard time understanding how others choose to live in that mentality. No judgement! This is no way to live because I cannot participate in what may happen tomorrow. That’s not living! I am not responsible for another person’s choices that may include me.

Want to know what scares me? The buying into the fear of these acts. I know friends get frustrated with me when I repeat myself over and over that I don’t go to that dark place. My husband gets irritated because he solves everything with a military mentality. (Fairies and unicorns aren’t gonna save me if someone comes into this house). I cannot buy into this mentality. I will not. I am not wired that way. To me arrogance, bigotry, injustice, racism, and other things shake me. Confrontations make my heart ache. But, living under the energy of waiting for something to happen….no way. A violent rape at 18 took care of the notion that you have control of your world and surrounding events. If someone is going to break in while I am here then I will cross that bridge…and not with a gun or sword in hand. Meantime I will not feed the fears because that feeling that I felt early this morning is foreign, shocking and disgusting to my nervous system. I leave those emotions in the hands of others…it does not work for me. That simple!

Intrusion of personal space comes in many forms. Living with the anticipation and anxiety, with gun in hand every time something goes thump in the night….that is some scary shitty emotion. You create a vacuum of negative input attracting that which you fear. No way, no how! My life is not lived in such a manner. The privilege of living is an adventure and not all adventures are fun. But, I will continue to believe that I am watched over by a Divine Spirit. It’s a conscious choice and I believe what I believe. Miracles happen all the time in my life because of this. May you choose your thoughts wisely! It’s imperative to do so…do not live a life looking over your shoulders. That’s not really living! This is not why we are here on this earth.

Yes

letting go

Say yes to the morning
whether her breath is cold with discomfort.
Wrap yourself in a blanket of hope.

Say yes to the evening
whether darkness keeps
you awake for hours.
Love the silence of the earth.

Say yes to the day
and all it brings with each hour.
Say yes to your body, mind and soul.
Say yes to love, a smile, a gesture and touch
because you are alive and connecting to
another.

Say yes to life, including sorrow, joy, loss and pain.
Say yes to the opportunities that are sitting ahead.
Just say yes and don’t look back.

Say yes to your stories, embrace them, and let them go.

You have a mission.
Say yes to finding what that is and why you are here.
Accept the purpose for this path….it isn’t a mistake!
It all starts with YES….