Friday, February 26, 2016

1344 BATTER UP

This morning, our esteemed house guests packed up and moved to the home of a mutual friend, offering them an opportunity to extend their stay to two weeks, as previously planned, while offering me time to add a string of insights to post 1342, which proved intriguing to me for this reason:  this string of insights, which are connected to all that came before, emerged from a subconscious brain space where my sixth sense runs deeper than conscious awareness can fathom ... However, before asking you to back track to consider these insights for yourself, I'd like to fill you in , right now, on thoughts that surfaced, yesterday, after Will and one house guest (from the Midwest) had driven off to meet one of our favorite snow birds (from the Northwest) at a pre-planned destination, where this trio of fast friends, since eighteen years of age, chose to approach the green by whacking away at little white balls while our remaining house guest and I planned to feast our eyes (windows into our souls) on a newly installed exhibit at the museum of modern art.

As to our fourth out-of-towner (who, along with her husband, plans to winter, here, till the end of March), she's chosen to do her own thing and thus, was last seen winging free as a lark with an unsung song in her heart toward a ski town, where fulfilling her heart's desire is sure to delight her spirit's pleasure center more than viewing art or playing golf—though her multi-dimensional mind fancies both of those pastimes, as well.

What I'm getting at is this:  In order to feel younger than springtime for as long as her health complies, this expert skier is meeting friends, who plan to tackle black runs in Colorado till Tuesday rolls around ... and thus have we, six, grown up to thrive as unique individuals, who value the fact that we've each reaped the rewards of adopting an expanded comfort zone that has balanced our mutual need for togetherness with individualized needs, enjoyed, apart ...

BTW:  If you choose to consider insights added to post 1342, you may note how often the word plan is underscored, highlighting the fact that even picnics come undone when plans to feed our spiritual hunger for personal pleasure have not been thought through as thoroughly as is true once a revision of the original plan offers mind, body and spirit reason to relax more completely than had been possible when inexperience had caused rookies to take three swings and strike out.  With patience and practice, rookies, whose minds open to absorb experienced coaching, need not be benched ...

As for me, I wish to be whizzing down a mountain, today, alongside of my friend, but nerve pain, down my left leg, has prohibited me from partaking in that thrilling sport, for many a year ... and yet, to this very day, I continue to miss the sense of freedom, which had been mine, each time I leaped off the lift, adjusted my goggles and readied my whole self to enjoy an expansive view of my world from the apex of a mountain range, where, feeling momentarily freed of a life time of concerns, which had seemingly been left at home, I'd plug The Supremes into my ear, and while swishing, back and forth, down the run, in time to the music, I'd feel wholly joyful until it came time to pack up my gear and fly home, knowing that the next time a snow capped mountain beckoned to my pleasure center, I'd feel as eager to plan my next ski trip as had been true of my dear snow bird friend, who is most likely swishing down a black run, right now.

Then came the day when physical limitation transformed my spirit-thrilling plans to ski, year in and year out, into an impossible dream—forever.  And, in addition to skiing—tennis, jitter bugging and cantering on horseback found themselves deposited into my memory bank, as well—suggesting why I can fathom how difficult it was for Will to trade in the head rush of basketball for the steadied swing of golf, several years back, when dashing down the court with the passion of an eighteen year old youth, he'd literally broken so many bones in his 65 year old body as to be left with no choice other than to drop out of the three-on-three league, where his teammates and opponents had proven to be at least twenty years younger than the athlete, which he no longer had the stamina to revive ...

And as I, too, have experienced the pain associated with denying my pleasure center a passion, which had been mine to enjoy whenever possible —I, who have sought to understand how often latent anxiety denies me other pleasures that thrill my senses, have worked to open my mind to choices, which at an earlier time in my life had felt impossible to embrace as my own, and as one string of insight into deeper truth led to another, my comprehension, concerning an intuitive need to work patiently and methodically toward mind expansion, inspired my intelligence to maintain the buoyancy of my spirit by enjoying time spent with Ravi or planning to share in a few pleasant hours with a dear friend, who, like me, enjoys feasting her eye on fine art.  However, as delighted as my passion to drink in each of those very separate experiences feels, my pleasure center feels need to meet a dear friend in the park, where we feel free to muse over this or that to our hearts' content while circling serenely round a quiet pond, offering both minds such a permeating sense of inner peace as to inspire both spirits to seek out this healthy retreat, where individuals, who are on the same wave length, may indulge in a few hours of timely repose, thus nurturing feelings of younger than springtime, which, may be in need of rejuvenation, most especially at those times when, as we age, life's harshest realities make themselves known, with greater frequency than ever before ...

Insight for today:  Tis wise not to confuse that which we cannot change for the better with that which our minds and hearts are capable of adjusting in a timely manner ...

And just as there's a time and place for everyone we love and every activity we enjoy ...


An open mind finds time and space to nurture every heart we love in deeply meaningful ways ...

And thus, with insight into deeper truth serving as my guide
Intuitive thought suggests that consciously developing
A well disciplined sense of balance is good for my spirit's soul...
And now, having offered my self assertive stream of consciousness
Free rein, more so than ever before
Je suis finis pour aujourd'hui :)

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