Saturday, August 27, 2011

"You've got a lot of choices....."

"You've got a lot of choices. If getting out of bed in the morning is a chore and you're not smiling on a regular basis, try another choice." Steven D. Woodhull

Some of us live in the human tendency of getting so entrenched in our daily grind; the mechanism which we have placed our creative beings in, that we forget the meaning of the word "Live". One definition explains this all encompassing word as, "to show the characteristics of life." So now we must ask ourselves what are these characteristics? Some may argue that life is simply the mechanism of our functions, functioning per say. I would venture to say that would be simply "existing," living implies much more. One definition describes the act of living as "containing unspent energy or power." If it is unspent then it is come to reason that it is a personal choice and in this act of choosing, the deed of "living" is revealed. With this knowledge it is hard to comprehend why most of us live our lives as if we are only existing. Some of us abide in the fear that our choices are very limited if we believe in their existence at all.

Where did this disconnect come from? Maybe it is due to our inherent insecurities in the nature of our being. One might find this deficit comes from our inability to reckon with the word "failure." Living in the shadow of this word limits ourselves as human beings greatly. Most of us do not trust in our untapped abilities; we trust in the result of "success" or "failure." Doesn't it stand to reason that if we embrace failure as another form of growth, we have the possibility of experiencing the reward of accomplishment and joy unimagined? Somehow in this restrictive pattern we expect our souls to possess the capability to stretch out and flourish. This is a disillusionment and if we are to find our purpose we must rid ourselves of this careless ideology.

Have you given yourself the permission to create a life that makes you happy? Have you excepted a plan for your life that was not born in your heart? Our experience here is precious and fleeting. We owe it to the world and to ourselves to live out our lives with the most sincere efforts and intentions. We must make uncomfortable choices so that we can evolve, we cannot live our lives in excruciating comfort if we expect to experience fulfillment of the acutest kind. Rid yourself of the fear of "failure;" it doesn't exist. It is a word created when we have accepted defeat. All that exists for you is progress and wisdom, all that you have gone through, all you have learned has made you who you are. Do not be afraid to step out and create life within and around you. Realize and harness the potential of personal cultivation through the form of "failure" it is a matter of perspective. Come see us at The Wellness Kitchen and let us aid you on your path to personal progress. And as always this is Sarah encouraging you to "fail" often and eat peacefully...

1 comment:

  1. Hi Sarah! This is Mary's mother, Patty. I just read your post and enjoyed it a lot!

    Here is the poem by Longfellow I was talking about ... it's called The Children's Hour:


    Between the dark and the daylight,
    When the night is beginning to lower,
    Comes a pause in the day's occupations,
    That is known as the Children's Hour.

    I hear in the chamber above me
    The patter of little feet,
    The sound of a door that is opened,
    And voices soft and sweet.

    From my study I see in the lamplight,
    Descending the broad hall stair,
    Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,
    And Edith with golden hair.

    A whisper, and then a silence:
    Yet I know by their merry eyes
    They are plotting and planning together
    To take me by surprise.

    A sudden rush from the stairway,
    A sudden raid from the hall!
    By three doors left unguarded
    They enter my castle wall!

    They climb up into my turret
    O'er the arms and back of my chair;
    If I try to escape, they surround me;
    They seem to be everywhere.

    They almost devour me with kisses,
    Their arms about me entwine,
    Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
    In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

    Do you think, o blue-eyed banditti,
    Because you have scaled the wall,
    Such an old mustache as I am
    Is not a match for you all!

    I have you fast in my fortress,
    And will not let you depart,
    But put you down into the dungeon
    In the round-tower of my heart.

    And there will I keep you forever,
    Yes, forever and a day,
    Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
    And moulder in dust away!

    Enjoy the rest of this day and those between when we task our bodies once again! May the Lord walk with you in ways obvious to you and yours ... pattym

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