AFFIRMATIONS DIVINE

One of the things I love most about life is having adult children and watching them think and then listening to how they articulate their thoughts.

On a side note, life in general scares me to death, something akin to visiting a haunted house.

You get the drift, it might be really scary but in the end, it’s a blast.

Alyssa, who’s pictured above, scared me to death in 2013.

About a year ago I faced losing her, and this experience changed me forever.

Thankfully Alyssa is still here, and contemplating for herself the mysteries of the “haunted house”.

When you entertain having children, you know the fright “should” be overwhelming, the experience could do just about everything short of kill you, but for some crazy reason, the obvious hides and you expect when it’s all said and done, everyone will have a good laugh, and all will be fine.

When everything isn’t fine, you work long and hard, to embrace an entirely new definition of fine.

After being tossed into the agitation cycle for 25 – 30 years, followed by countless rounds of rinse and spin, we come out ready to see almost everything with a fresh perspective.

Every new year is a type of a do over, but you’re still in the haunted house.

Who knows what door will open next with a new shock to process along the way.

In our heart of hearts though, we keep hoping it’s going to be great.

Here’s the rub.

It’s not always great, sometimes its’s awful.

 Life is not a haunted house, but in your real house you have all types of rooms.

Crazy rooms, frightening rooms, peaceful rooms, exhilarating rooms,  and sometimes, tragic rooms, are all part of our metaphoric house.

Searching for cause and effect, will only sometimes make sense of the decor we’re absorbing.

Scarier still are the changing rooms.

Have you ever been caught in the hallway of the eclectic?

The next best thing is probably sleepwalking.

You know you’re really there but you just can’t quite absorb  it.

If you’re like me, you can do life, what ever the house or the room or the plan, if you’re not alone.

At least that’s what I used to think, until I saw it all this differently.

I learned to be alone.

At first I refused to accept the gift of being alone.

Over and over, I refused the gift until I realized, part of my destiny was to embrace it.

This time I spent alone in discovery revealed the truth about who I was, and what I was meant to take, and where I was supposed to give.

That’s when the real magic began.

My own personal correspondence course, with Jesus my teacher.

Jesus knew I needed special attention.

The solitary confinement was initially uncomfortable even painful.

Little did I know creative

solitude creates a true vacuum for joy, and unique genius.

A foundational enigma.

Grief creates joy?

When I see my children ponder, about life, about their children, about my words, I feel as if I’m being painted into their own masterpiece.

A masterpiece that took many years to evolve.

And I really love it!

Just my thoughts for today!

This affirmation is dedicated to Carolyn, and Connie, two dear people who have both inspired me to attempt to put into words what is for me beyond words.