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Real or Pretend?

My daughter is in a season of deciphering “real” from “pretend.” For her, this leads to a lot of questions about The Little Mermaid and the purple lady, wondering about Facetime, playing real kitchen with pretend food, etc.

Fast forward 30 years, and I’m afraid these questions and scenarios haven’t left me either. Nevertheless, this isn’t dress up – this is happening – this is real. This simple realization, and hopefully a constant reminder, is enough to walk into, with, and out in love throughout our days with all that we do.

When you’re present with your moments, not only do you open yourself to be in love with an idea of something, but you also learn to romance yourself with the processes and laws of nature required of that particular something. You’ll love the flower and you’ll take pleasure in gardening. You’ll love the music and you’ll enjoy learning and honing the instruments. You’ll love the poem and you’ll appreciate the emotions. You’ll love the game and you’ll look forward to practice. You’ll love being a mom or dad and you’ll savor parenting. Our ideas and things we dream about turn to (or stay) pretend when we avoid the gardening, the learning of instruments, the emotions, the practice, the parenting, and so forth.

In the end, when you run from the processes and laws of nature, you will be running straight into the land of ‘pretend’ all the while thinking to yourself “are we there yet?”.

Iris Murdoch once wrote, “Love is the very difficult understand that something other than yourself is real.”

Like I said, my daughter is in a season of deciphering “real” from “pretend.” So am I.

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The Mystery of Trees

Rejoice in the mystery of trees.

The only problem we have been sent to solve is in the planting of them.

Not the rain.

Not the widening of the trunk.

Not the stretching of the branches.

Not the budding, dropping, and re-budding of the leaves.

Not even the roots boulevarding their way through the dirt.

Just the planting.

We can’t, fortunately, control the B-Z of this mystery and most things we’re after. Just ‘A’: planting.

Freeing isn’t it?

Action.

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Don’t Let The Newness Rub Off. And If/When It Does, Reapply it.

John W. Gardner wrote over 50 years ago, “The self-renewing man … looks forward to an endless and unpredictable dialogue between his potentialities and the claims of life — not only the claims he encounters but the claims he invents.”

What have you claimed today? Is it just ‘another’ Monday?

Self-renewal comes with today not just being another Monday, but seeing it as a gift. That being the gift of existence, presence, and the opportunity for awakening and renewal between sunrise and sunset. ‘Another’ has monotonous connotation to it, but a gift is unwrapped because we wonder what newness is under its wrapping.

Have you claimed just to have a job? The hope of self-renewal rests in not just sitting within your so-called job, but actively participating with it in the midst of your story and the grand story we are all collectively in. ‘Job well done’ always follows a life seeking to be well spent.

Until one’s palate is sophisticated for such endeavors towards daily renewal, it will never fully know what potential is there to behold.

What else are you claiming?

Perhaps the question itself is enough to invent an answer, a song, and a story to be renewed every day and thereafter.

Are you counting down the days? Or is today day one? Literally, your answer makes all the difference in the world.

 

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Where Contribution Meets Destiny…

…is where the music happens.

In other words, it’s your gift to the world and the fulfillment of your purposes here on Earth.

Happy happy.

Joy joy.

You’ve got to throw the boomerang for it to come back.

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Few yes’s and many no’s

It’s been said that every yes we commit to is coupled with 99 no’s. I believe this is true and then some.

When you say yes to this moment, today, you actively participate in writing what will eventually be the past and you will also be writing the preamble of your tomorrow’s. How beautiful is it to grasp just how connected right now is to our past and our future?

I’ve yet to hear a eulogy quote a tweet, recollect time spent in one’s inbox, or hold high an Angry Birds IQ.

I’m glad I did…. > I wish I had….

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