Cruising the Stratosphere

Lives take on a multitude of forms. Many of them contain many things, have lots of bells and whistles, are complicated and fast paced. Others are simple, uncomplicated and have a kind of space that is associated with basic austerity in their plain-ness, not to be confused with virtue per sé. Then there are those that strike a resemblance of a balance between these two, with characteristics of both.
What is a well lived life? Surely there are many true answers to this question. For me, I think one of our greatest tasks is to really love the self, our own selves, totally. That means coming to a real sense of peace about the reality of who you are and loving that self through all the changes that it undergoes through the living, evolving process. Loving ourselves through fear and through loss and learning vast amounts about life itself through those experiences that bring us face to face with the core of ourself, with life, with the Unnameable--the Mystery of it all.
When all the detritus is filtered out, certainly what must remain are the beacons that shine through:-- the deep, powerful, interdimensional Orbs of Love that we have made contact with, brushed across, embraced for nanoseconds yet felt like eternity. These are the things that remain when the pointless is left behind. These are what we cling to. The Power called Love: not the personifications of that love, but the Love itself. Nameless. Omnipresent. All Inclusive. Whole. All Powerful. Love. The Source of sources who has no location, who is everywhere. Soul Source. Alpha and Omega and Alpha again.
We have the opportunity, I think, as human beings to inspire and share the truth of this beauty with oneanother. For in the end it is these things that will matter. It is these things that will shine through. The rest of it all will not even be a blip on the radar...and we each know it.
A life worth living is a life that inspires the love in each of us to shine. We are but mirrors for each other, and that is where the love, the real love of oneself comes in. For what can I share with you, but only that which I have or know? It's easy to scare yourself unto death, it's the loving yourself unto life that takes focus and vision. It's the love that we will remember.
Love is what we live for---the real kind. It's what makes life worth living.

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Late at night
Take a bite
Of the darkness and the respite
Getting recharged for the morning Light
Right here.....Late at Night.
It used to Be that anytime...was the time for me
Now, the seasons change and so has my life
But this is still here......this....Late night.
Late at night I don't have to multi-task, I can just focus on one thing........at long last.
I cherish the days, but I love the night
For it is the time of my own respite.
Breathing in, breathing out: the day is 'out', the night is 'in' 'till it all comes full circle again.
I love all of it, this cycle of my life, but the night?
The Night is just Right. Aaahhh.

Who knows the Heart of a man or woman, but God and perhaps that man or woman?
Many things that look one way from the outside are anything but that on the inside.
Grief is the silent companion and something we all share at one point or another, like death and taxes.
What is most important is on the inside near to the Heart and many times, like it or not this does not always translate properly to the casual onlooker or with the briefest of glances.
Why say these things? Because one must be satisfied with the knowing in one's own Heart, and not always look to others for intrinsic support. It is nice when this happens, but like weather, it cannot be relied upon.

"Nothing unreal exists, and nothing Real can ever be threatened" -A Course in Miracles

We must be ready in times of 'testing' to hold to that which is "true and of good report". LET GOd help you. So often, when times are smooth, it is easy to forget that nothing is lost on God. Nothing is not known to God. Our shortcommings and our intentions and the yearnings of our Hearts  all laid out on that muliti-dimensional tapestry for the Weaver of weavers. It is something to take solace in.

       You are Known.

      Your Sweetness is Known.

      Your good intentions are Known.

      Your humanity is Known....and is something we all share.

Take refuge in the ONE.

You are Shared of the One of the All That Is.

There are so many unknowns when one enters this 'brave new world' of parenting that it is overwhelming at times. Who would've thought that you would have to redefine practically every aspect of human relationships in order to pull it off? Your concepts of life and living are not open for debate or 'under review' when you are a single adult, but alas that is anything but the case when you have a family and are raising kids. It seems as if 'compromise' is the 'word of the day' from here on out.
A big one is on how to raise a child, not on the basic morals that you wish to instill in them, but on HOW to go about that. It has to be consistent. Both parents need to use the same methodology because these little creatures will capitalize on that if there is a discrepancy. Getting on the same page can sometimes become a bigger task for parents than you would've thought.
If you are childless it's easy to miss this requirement of the parenting adult. Conflict resolution must be faced, reworked and ironed out. Any relational area of need is highlighted in such a way that you're sure not to miss it. 'High school' venting and immature problem solving skills will not fly this kite, guaranteed.
Parents start your engines for a self initiated ride of discovery and revolution.