- how many of us need a little piece of the planet to call home; and really, nothing more? Let's face it, who sets out to take the globe by storm with an operating system that ends up, quite literally lording over us. Not many people would make life's pursuit the accumulation of wealth beyond description let alone, beyond imagination. Honestly; most of us are happy, just to have our health and a little security in our lives. We set out to raise a family, do the best we can, and hope to wake up without an unexplained cough in the morning! Select few are those who seek riches, wealth, power and success outside most of our grasp; and fewer still, those who attain, and possess it for any length of time. Those who read this; and have the where-with-all to be honest, to a fault, with themselves would be willing to accept a very basic truth. Money, power, fame, and possessions mean nothing without love. With love, comes real security. Where there is real, non-judgemental, absolute, un-assuming, complete and perfect love, there is no need of anything else. Everything else becomes meaningless, beneath the perfect love you posses. Mistakes become opportunities to learn, hurts become wounds that require tending, laughter becomes memories to be cherished, joy becomes a picture to be scrap-booked. Money can buy none of these things. Where there is love; forgiveness becomes the entire reason you are present. You can accept and believe that you are the one to offer it as a glass of cool water to a thirsty neighbour. When love is the reason, every moment is yet another opportunity; we look past the damage done, toward the healing that needs to begin. We accept the pain as an inevitability, a part of the process to acheive the end goal. Life can be painful; true un-conditional love, Can Be Perfect, and conquers all.
- The birds, from our backyard, may return to call their little house "home" again this spring, but come fall, they'll head out again. The walls of a building can crumble and fall. Money, and possessions can be gained and lost. The love of another, can be thrown away. Those who find it and cherish it are truly rich, because it is these very people who have come to know true value in life's pursuits. We can chase pots of gold at the end of rainbows our entire lives, hoping for the fantastic fairy tale ending, only to be able to say "see I told you so", ((or to ourselves)), "I proved them wrong". None of this is reality. The reality is, the hearts broken along the way, the respect we lose in our pursuits. The self loathing, and self hatred, we endure. We become so convinced of our wants, that the path we set out for our own happiness leaves a wasteland of broken relationships along the way. We lie ourselves into believing so many outlandish justifications, that we forget who we are, and become convinced that it's pointless to come back to our senses anyway. We lose our way home, because we often, can't see our way back, we've obscured our own view with the wreckage left, in the wake of our self made disaster.
- how many fail to see that home, is most often, the one out stretched hand you've been pushing away all along? How many have burned that bridge, and now find themselves alone, it's too far gone? I don't believe it happens that often. I feel that most of those, who feel alone are there by choice. Usually an outstretched hand is swatted away only to be offered again. The real question is who is willing to take it? I was thinking about moving that old bird house, maybe finding a spot for it in the front yard tree, along with the wind chimes. I do, however love the look of it when I stare out our bedroom window, and there is always the song I wake up to that let's me know that the birds have returned. It's only been a short while, but it already feels like home here on Moore, Ave, and I would miss that singing in the mornings of those warm months.
- maybe I'll just leave it there, waiting for them, like an out stretched hand, hoping they'll come home ...
- Love, S.
