Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Lost in thought

Do you ever wish you could go back. Back to the days where we could sit all day in the sand and watch the surf. No worries, no cares, just in the moment.
being in the moment is a hard choice to make. As adults our lives have become fast paced. Jobs, families, friends, you name it we are thinking it and planning for the next thing. Slowing down takes effort. We hear the saying all the time: Stop and smell the roses.
Yet, do we? I know I have thought so many times, yeah right! Stop to smell the roses and I will inhale the thorns. Maybe that is because I am to hurried and not paying attention.
What would I miss in life if I took time out? If I actually listened to my daughter babel, instead of planning dinner while she spoke. What am I missing out on now?
Actually stopping to be in the moment. To enjoy what I am feeling, hearing, smelling. To slow brain down and just be. Sounds so inviting........
I have often pondered this in my day to day life. As a working mom so much at one time is going on in my life. Throw in a teenage daughter, a husband in the military, and wow. I haven't even put my friends into the equation. Which I tend to have very few, mainly because I chose my friends wisely. I am not the type of person to place a high importance on the amount of friends one has, but more on the quality of the friendship. With my whole new concept of living in the moment I need friends that are "real". Friends that can laugh with me, as well as laugh at me. Friends who will cry for me when they know I am hurting. Friends that will love deeply with me. friends whom chose to be in the moment with me.

when i think about the tree of life, i start to think about how we are all connected to it. with the new advances and technology today, it seems we are all connected in one way or another. With so many blog spots available it allows you to click on your friends and see what they are up to. Or pick up the phone and instantly speak with them.

I do not make my friends lightly, it doesn't matter to me the amount of people i know, it is whom i choose to call a friend, it is the quality of that friendship that is important! do i know a large amount of people? yes i do. do i consider them all friends? nope. but, there are some whom i am getting to know, and surprising as it is to me, I have opened self and allowed the friendship to grow on a deeper level.

by opening up and sharing, and reading their words of wisdom, i have learned you can know someone, you can learn what is in their heart. crazy? yep it is! *smiling* now mind you, with the safety and security of the internet, it is so easy to be what and who you choose! but if you look at it in another light, you can be you! i can be me! i can say what i want, i can be bold, i can be honest, all without the fear. for me when i can easily pick out people who are deceitful, they get tripped up, their lies catch up to them, the persona they appear to be vanishes and the true colors come out, same with self. if i pretend to be something i am not, sooner or later i will get caught. so in my mind why bother? just be me, take it or leave it.

on my tree of life, there are lots of branches, and leaves. and i am finding i am more connected to those around me then i ever realized possible. i understand the addiction some have to chat rooms, i understand how you could leave your wife, or husband because of someone you met online(do not get me wrong here, i do not condone this behavior) i have felt connected to some people, a kindred spirit of some kind. i also can see how for some who do not have friends can take this world of computer land and make it into a reality for themselves! i have felt lonely and sad, and all i had to do was sign in online, or pick up the phone and low and behold someone was there'

it amazes me how well a person can know me and yet they have never laid eyes upon me, pictures can tell a thousand words.......but friends see the HUMAN in that picture, they see the soul staring back at them when they look into the eyes......

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