1412J WHAT IN THE WORLD COMPELLED ME TO WRITE THIS AT YESTERDAY'S GAME?

2015

Once passion inflames my heart, a sense of soulful meditation follows, injecting intuitive thought with the insight necessary to inject my conscious mind with the courage to inspire my comfort zone to take each next leap of faith, thus transporting every atom of my being to places (within reason) that blow my mind until strings of insight, processing, in a step by step fashion, deepen my sense of clarity, concerning any decision, which had originally been steeped so deep in emotional complexity as to have utterly confounded all sense of conscious comprehension.  Good thing I've come to accept the fact that much more information than I can consciously remember to consider in the heat of the moment tussles for brain space within the constraints of my subconscious—which is likened to the hard drive of my brain.  Generally, when I feel exceptionally confounded, I can't find the right file or too many fly open, at once.  And thus my need for time spent in reflective meditation.

Ultimately, with clarity in hand, my need to translate intuitive comprehension into words, in hopes of conveying a deepening sense of each insight for public consumption, demands several valiant attempts on the part of the dedicated teacher in me, who coaches my team of character traits to charge down the field, play by play, until successive first downs culminate in touchdowns, followed by kicking up my heels whenever a bonus point registers on the scoreboard, as well—however, true to form, my gain does not rain loss on anyone else's parade, and in this way does the game of Win-Win differ from Football for this reason:  During meditative time outs to think deep, insightful reflection, based in hindsight, preceding foresight, suggests that with each first down, made by my team of character traits, inner conflict, based in undeserved guilt, lessens to a greater degree, transforming defensive reactions into more deeply objective, self assured personal gains concerning my growing sense of comprehension (in the same way that yardage is gained when a team of thoroughly pumped, seasoned foot ball players, charging full steam ahead, passes the ball down field, one to another, until their goal is achieved).  And in this way, with the passage of time, my conscious mind develops the confidence in my team of personal strengths to carry the ball toward the goal posts where 'forgotten' details, which had once scared me half to death, pass more readily from subconscious storage into my conscious mind with a swiftness and secureness, which had not been possible when I was a rookie at identifying intuitive thought, suggesting that whenever self empowerment feels tackled and injured by any one of life's oppositions,  today, my faith in the well-practiced powers of my personal strengths stands up, feeling seasoned to keep my well trained eye on the ball until lost ground has been recovered while, I, advancing as a whole, complete each next first down. 

As this New Year commences, and Halloween ghosts no longer scare me, my present state of high spirited elation will surely give fervent thanks at Thanksgiving's approach for the fact that injuries, incurred during the first three seasons of my life, have healed without my having sustained any lasting impairment to the well balanced functions of my brain!  LOL

Each time intuition feels compelled to pen thoughts so complex as to have been published in a post before I spy reason to engage in yet another editing process, guess whose conscious mind keens in on my need to absorb strings of insight more deeply as they flash through my mind in hopes that, with the dawning of each next epiphany, my current stage of transformation, concerning some aspect of personal growth, will feel complete–until intuition offers my conscious mind a mysterious signal, alerting me to readiness on the part of the next 'forgotten' detail clamoring for release?

Perhaps the distinction, separating street smarts and book smarts (in a specific arena of life) from soulful smarts is the depth of a person’s self motivated compulsion to quest toward absorbing an ever more mindful observation of eons of wisdom, passed down from sage to disciple throughout the ages, and though today’s train of thought had not been so much as a firefly, lighting up my mind, while raising a trio of rambunctious, little boys, somehow, the contagious nature of my intuitive thought process must have inspired each one to develop into readers during the years when they sat at my knee, minds rapt, listening to stories while little fingers pointed at illustrations, and as each one advanced from story books to comic books to text books to novels to sports pages to law books (where Lady Justice stands tall, bold and realistically majestic), my sons developed into unique individuals, who, upon advancing from one milestone to the next, have freely chosen to adopt a self-respecting Pied Piper’s mantra—All for one and one for all—as their own.

PS

I have no clue as to why my brain felt compelled to pen this particular post between downs while the rest of me cheered for my team, which pounded the football toward victory, during yesterday’s game.  Guess you might chalk it up to woman’s ability to multitask amid the roaring frenzy of the fans, who’d packed our stadium.  In fact, in addition to cheering and posting, I was seen texting, because my sons have honored my newborn passion for their all time favorite sport by adding my cell to their group texts, which makes me chuckle to think of their collective amusement at their mom’s fledgling commentary, demonstrating my impassioned attachment for our family’s football-mania, thus bonding us even closer (if that’s possible) than before my recent mind expansion freely embraced a growing appreciation for the complex nature of finesse necessary to develop a seasoned team of champions—suggestive of this fact:  When the mind remains open to welcoming unexpected change, born of personal growth—Ain’t life grand!  :)