When you get up at 5 a.m.,and you’re asking the universe for an answer to your problem, and you wonder if anyone at all is listening, and you look out the window, and this.
You are always heard, by somebody, somewhere, in this realm or some other. Never doubt it for a second. You just have to ask.
Life Is a Gift
It’s a blue-sky day, one of those beauteous blue-full, joyously jocular, splendidly splashy, exceptional days – I long to shout LIFE IS A GIFT in unmistakable letters across the blue shiny yonder, to imprint them indelibly on your mind, so you’ll –
Remember when the dark clouds roll in, on a day when life feels pissy and oh so problematic, to take a deep breath, and close your eyes, and gently pull the gray gloom aside, to see those big oh so true words I etched on blue for you, so that you’d never forget –
I have a policy on Sundays now. Only happy thoughts. If the world totally goes to hell today, oh well, Monday to Saturday I tried to help keep it from happening. (I also write Humanity’s Future on Substack.)
Today my cats and I are in the garden. Wishing you a wonderful Sunday. Talk again next week. 🙂
I just read a post by my friend Alegria here on WordPress. I loved it so much I’m sharing a link to it in this post, along with two writings of my own on the theme of “river”. Because it all intertwines, you see. Alegria and I are friends, also writers, and part of the bigger river called humanity. We’re two tributaries intertwined in a gargantuan collective flow of thought, love, and learning.
Humanity is expanding right now. Can you feel it? We are all starting to realize that life is much bigger and more exciting than the small existence that the system tries to sell us. Life is, in fact, a soul journey. Alegria and I both feel that soul journey, so I wanted to share this post with her. And you. 🙂
I Am Ocean(Susan L Hart)
Snowflakes falling softly tentatively pure, white innocent new life.
I Am one.
Earth cold hard dormant I land here. I am ice, I am lost. I wait.
Spring comes warm sun, I melt into playing, trickling tiny Rivulet.
I am born.
Playful riffles gently learning to flow to maneuver to be Stream.
Time passing, stream is good but I want more, then suddenly – rushing, roaring, swirling, foaming
I become River.
Sometimes sunlight flowing smoothly, other times storms, rocks, gashing hard, struggling.
Learning to be with rocks, trees, sky, other rivulets, and streams.
I Am more.
Time passing, waiting and wanting, with a deep hunger inside for vast.
And finally, I let go of myself and transform, to endless, infinite water ocean.
River Tubing on the Layou Dominica Like the Flow of Life
And to continue the metaphor of life as a river, please take time for Alegria’s post River Tubing on the Layou Dominica Like the Flow of Life. I told her when I read it, even though I’m pretty fearless about the bigger picture of life, those nature adventures that could lead to danger scare me more than a little. That’s because I’ve had some frightening unexpected mishaps involving nature during my travels. Alegria’a adventure begins:
“The gentle nudge into open waters reminds me of the birthing process. I’m not sure if children choose to be born, but they are pushed out into this wild world without a paddle or a rubber tube. At least I had each of those on my river tubing adventure down the Layou River in Dominica. Read “River Tubing on the Layou Dominica Like the Flow of Life” here.
Hope you enjoyed this read, and I’m sending good wishes that the river of life is taking you in directions that make you feel happy and fulfilled. 🙂
Susan L Hart / Author 