Saturday, June 6, 2015

The Wisdom of Legos

The sands of time begin to tell their tale in the lines about my eyes these days.  Youth left me quite some time ago, continues to and although at times I might wince just a little, I do not fear the hands of time.  It is those very lines that are evidence of the things that I have learned and that, primarily, is that life is a precious gift, as is the body, laughter and love.
I walk this path alone most days but on the perimeter always and ever stand those who would guide me from beyond without a moment’s hesitation.  I’m grateful for their presence always even when I don’t always care for the wisdom they will impart nor the things I know at the level of my soul that I must ponder and act upon.  But I always know what resonates deep within my soul and through daylight I walk this world with wonder and a curiosity that never sleeps and I carry these observations into the land of dreams each night.

There I am met by love everlasting, giving, beautiful, breathing light.  Oh to leave the land of dreams sometimes seems like punishment to me.  But I know now what I came here for and it is not duty and drudgery.  I certainly didn’t come here to maintain a perfectly clean house!  Were that the case, I would have neither children nor pets that enrich my life in ways that cause me to live in a state of constant gratitude.

The parents out there might understand this concept a bit more like this:  The wisdom of Legos dictates that when we walk the halls of our homes in the darkness and happen upon an unseen pile of Legos with our exposed bare feet, it is not that our children have been reared improperly to be so thoughtless–a fact we will deal with in the morning.  No.  It is that we have children we love and care for so much that it matters not that our homes are perfectly spotless but that there is love in the home. (This was a rather painful lesson I was once taught at precisely 2 a.m. while heading to the kitchen for a glass of water).

Life is so funny sometimes when we take the lesson plan or play a bit too seriously.  The obvious lessons are so well hidden in plain sight that it can take us years to see what stands plainly within the field of our vision.  It makes me laugh even more to recall those moments I have been swept away in ranging emotions for trivial things that never truly mattered.

The light of love and truth has come so many times and I did not wish to see or maybe I did not have the where-with-all at the time to truly understand.  But having suffered for embracing my own ignorance, I decided to step out from the darkness into the blinding clarifying light of truth – open my eyes and throw my arms open wide to embrace the love that lies deep within everything in existence I can even remotely begin to comprehend.

So, back to the play I suppose it is with me.  I have apparently much more to learn and in a certain area in particular.  How do you search when you have found what you are looking for?  You search no longer but proceed with your life and let what will be – well, be.  Pretty simple huh?  There is no pain in this realization really.  You must hold love and forgiveness for self as much as anyone else and in time you relax a little more into your own skin never minding the fact you don’t look like Barbie or some famous and beautiful movie star. You begin to learn to accept yourself as you are because nothing else makes sense any more.

There is no soul who comes here without experiencing their own nightmares at least for a time.  We are so much alike even though seemingly and incredibly diverse in terms of learning and understanding our life lessons.  We are one and not.  We are here and elsewhere.  We are here holding shadows seeking dissipation in the light. We are everything and nothing at all.  I’m okay with that.  I’m really okay with that.  Blessings for great understanding in your life.  May you find the flame of love within and follow your intuition in any way needed to keep that flame ignited.

© 2012 Jaie Hart (photo/words)

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