OWNERSHIP
I write about change and growth more than anything else. I search for different ways to say the same thing repeatedly because I believe the words of Rumi, “What I say fits in wherever the listener is.” So, I seek different ways to address change and growth with the acute awareness that is a shot into the pool of humanity. I find the gist of the quote humbling – whatever I write regardless of my intent is received based upon where the listener is.
So here is the question of the week. What do you own? I raise the question because growth happens as we push the boundaries to know what we think we own. From the perspective of this mortal soul, I own the blessings that I bring to myself and those are only seen with the inner eye but meant to be shared with the world. Don’t stop reading – allow me to explain.
What do I think I own?
Within us is the gift of choice. We get to choose to celebrate or not, the small events that make for successful growth and change or stagnation. I, like a seed sown in rich fertile soil, am surrounded by an abundance of good which may or may not be evident. I can choose to cherish and care for the small seemingly insignificant things or expend energy looking for the extraordinary. I can focus on what seems to be missing or what is present. I can rest and wait in what is or be miserable. What I would like to have and what I have may not align. The gifts of the present moment often require adjusting the vision of your inner eye. Growth happens.
If you currently live in the Southeast or Midwest, you will need to be deaf and blind or living under a rock to not hear and see the fascinating insects, the cicadas. They serenade me every afternoon and buzz about forming almost a thin cicada cloud around the trees in the backyard. Birds and other creatures are enjoying a feast like none before. I choose to accept the gift of being able to hear and see this noteworthy emergence. On the other hand, the response of my son to an article and picture that I sent him about cicadas was this: “I love you Mom, but nothing you send is going to make me like or embrace “them” things. LOL. That being said, I know you love taking nature photos but please refrain from sending me cicada pictures. They make me itch.”
I own my attitude toward the cicadas. I choose to embrace their existence, to rest and wait for them to go back to their peaceful abyss for another thirteen years. My son’s choice is different but we both have the same thing – our attitude. We can’t change one thing about the cicadas. What do you own?
PONDER THIS THOUGHT---I am either what I own or what I think I own, owns me.
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