948 FIRST DATE … A MYSTERY Part 3

Do you have any idea concerning the ease with which true stories, like this one, pour out of my mind?

I mean, seriously, can you imagine the compelling nature of a mind that's self propelled to work hours, every day, in hopes of describing emotional reactions, so complex, as to prove difficult to express plainly in words?  Perhaps, while watching me quest toward understand the complexity of my emotional reactions, especially reactions based in emotion repressed subconsciously, your sense of personal awareness, concerning the compelling nature of Socrates' declaration 'Know Thyself' may deepen, as mine has ... immeasurably.

If asked what catalyzes my need to move this self-motivated task forward, one post at a time, I'd say:  This is my way of forging a path by which your think tank and mine may brainstorm toward creating insightful plans of action that prove so simple as to create expansive trains of thought, resulting in change for the better, person by person, house by house and town by town, throughout the world.

You see, the more deeply we come to understand ourselves, the more deeply we'll come to understand each other, and as understanding deepens, so does compassion.  As compassion deepens, attitudes change, thus opening closed mind sets, which means comfort zones expand, naturally, as both sides absorb a broader perspective.  At this point in the process of change for the better,  two heads, which had felt polarized, glide toward common ground, where brainstorming, guided by insight, creates simple plans of action that actually work.

Common sense suggests that in order to get my simple plan, concerning expanding mind sets to consider positive thoughts, leading toward change for the better, I make an example of myself in hopes that while reading my stories, the deep thinking bug that bit me, might bite you, too :)

One day, after reading one of my posts, Barry looked up and said:  Mom, don't tell me that you're really looking to create change for the better on a global scope ...

In response, I offered my son's skeptical stance Momma Lisa's smile ...

Mom, really?

Still smiling, I replied:  Barry, don't you believe in the power of one?

My son gives me a look.

What about the power of one, holding hands with the powers of many?

This is not the first time I've engaged in this conversation.
Angie and I exchanged these same thoughts, pretty much verbatim :)

As creating change for the better proves to be a step by step process, the expansive nature of a positively focused mind musters a sense of patient hopefulness reflecting over a wealth of knowledge.  And commonly, during reflective times, a simple plan, which had escaped detection at an earlier time when a confounding state of anxiety, based in unresolved inner conflict, had reigned supreme, pops out of my mind—whew! :)

As we continue to delve into this tale of my first date
We'll watch Annie take first steps of her own as her process of
Change for the better gets underway, suggesting that
An innocent child, with reason to harbor
Raw feelings of insecurity concerning
Any hint of intimate contact with guys, takes
A leap of faith, which proves necessary if she is to
Adventure, on her own, into the great unknown, where—
One infinitesimal step at a time—
We'll watch our young friend gain insight into
Carving a path while her natural sense of budding womanhood
Waits in the wings, ever hopeful that this vulnerable girl will
Encounter positive experiences thus providing opportunities
For her broken wing to mend, once and for all :)

December, 1958
So, anyway, while lying in bed that night
I'm trying to figure out why Morgan called me—
Eventually, the sandman comes
And as my eyes grow heavy

I fall asleep without so much as a clue
At any rate, the big night arrives
And I'm so attentive to dressing and grooming that
Grandma Ella asks:
Annie, how do you know he's worth all this trouble?
At that I laugh and reply:  I don't—but what if he is?
Next thing I know, the door bell rings, and
As a natural sense of excitement ignites my inner glow
I fly toward the front hall and
My spirit flashes my first date a sparkling hello
Then, while pulling on my coat, it's obvious that
He's as nervous as I am, and
When he turns the key in the ignition of his father's car
It's plain to see that any thought of small talk has
Frozen up on both sides—
As to my high flying spirit, well ...
It's still keyed up for this reason:
I'm adventuring into the great unknown without
So much as a clue as to what lies directly ahead ...
And though that's true, every day

Throughout each person's life
There are times when a truth as deep as that leaps out in 3D …