Tickles the Soul

I find that there is seldom a week go by without receiving a gift in the form of a lesson.  This week I learned that my eyes, being on the rear view mirror, cannot look forward.   We are sometimes sad over what was that is no longer, and it is hard to accept the new.  One of my clients told me this week that she cannot look back because it brings too much pain.  She must look toward the future and new life she is going to buld for herself.  Life has forever changed and she must change with it if she ever wants to be happy again. I was proud that she had come that far in her grieving process in a short time. Her comments have lingered in my mind and I wonder if I can let go of something I remember as being good and successful.  We, as humans, have a tendency to only remember the good and  discard the bad.    Am I guilty of that?  Probably, but will keep this in mind as I make attempts to redecorate the rooms of my mind .  Suzanne Willis Zoglio wrote in one of her books, "I take the time to look inside; I have the wisdom in my heart; I dream new dreams.... release the old; I live a life that tickles my soul." 

What tickles your soul?

Doing the Impossible.

Will Craig wrote an article on people believing they can do things.  The story was about a  boy who had fallen asleep in math class. He awoke when the bell rang, and hurriedly wrote down a problem on the black board which he thought was the homework.  He went home and worked diligently on the problem, but he could not figure it out.  He continued the remainder of the week to work on it knowing that he would fail if he did not come up with the answer.  Finally, he got the answer and took it to his teacher.  The teacher was amazed because the problem he solved was supposedly unsolvable.  How did he do it?  He believed it was possible. Will Craig said, "Handled effectively, beliefs can be the most powerful forces for creating good in our lives."

This story reinforces the fact that we can do anything we put our minds to.  How many times in your life have you, out of determination and positive thinking, accomplished something you once thought was impossible? Like the math problem, we break it down into steps making it more manageable until it is complete.  Our beliefs are a choice which forms our character, controls our destiny and enriches our growth

What was your impossible story?

Heroes

When we were children, we watched cartoons where there was usually a hero saving the day.   As we aged and matured, our vision of the hero changed from a cartoon figure that could fly, to real people doing great deeds.  To me, the best heros are the people who do not know they are heroes.  They do not fly,... they do not have their pictures on billboards, do not receive awards for best actor, nor are listed on the best seller list.  The true heroes are the families that struggle each day to care for loved ones, the single mother working to support her family, or the serviceman sacrificing life for his country.  It is the child sharing an ice cream cone with a hungry stranger, or a teenager giving his seat on the bus to his elder.  It is the maintenance man who gives up his time to sit and listen to a stranger who is in pain, or a pet protecting his master.  To be a  true hero, one must lose their sense of being a hero and do things simply because it is the right thing to do.

So... the question of the day is, Who are your heroes?

How Do You See?

Today's inspiration comes to me from our morning church bulletin about how we see things.  Do we see things with the eyes of our heads?  or do we see things with the eyes of our hearts?  Interesting question and one that kept coming back to me today.

I think of the mother whose child was born with deformities. To her she sees a blessing from heaven.
I think of the florist who creates a centerpiece.  She sees a masterpiece of her talents...one flower at a time. 
I think of the carpenter who makes a coffee table. He sees the wood coming to life in all its beauty to grace your home.
I think of the blind who lives in darkness.  He sees the beauty of his imagination
I think of the seamstress who sews a plain floral blouse. She sees layers of lace that bloom. 

Do we miss alot when we fail to see things with the eyes of our heart?  What eyes do you see with?