Blessed, Lucky Me

07 Apr

Either way–if you call it ‘blessed,’ or ‘lucky’–sometimes you have to take some blinders off to see it. It’s so easy to judge, and feel like you deserve better. Or more, or easier, or different. Or some other silly thing. Then, somewhere from within the prison of our own pouting, we see that we’ve already got what we want.  It smacks us in the noggin from somewhere. Shit…

We stand up from the shadows. We breathe in the loving peace of now.

Every cross we carry is an illusion of the tricky mind. Just breathe. And carry it. Then, the universe will help. (And by universe, I mean _______. You can insert your term for God or spirit or life.)

A helpful verse for me of late:

“A new beginning.
This ain’t about losing or winning.
Just being content,
as we were meant to be
since the very start
of the human family tree.”

–from Human Family Tree by Tim Merry + Marc Durkee

(Find this song on my new favorite record ever: Everyone Else is Taken. It’s on iTunes and CDBaby, baby.)

1 Comment

Posted by on April 7, 2009 in rants, Stuffitis


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One response to “Blessed, Lucky Me

  1. Kelly

    April 8, 2009 at 5:20 pm

    There is no doubt in my mind that you are blessed. Not lucky; blessed. A lot like both of your grandfathers. Keep your eyes open…

    My new favorite bit of poetry:
    Earth’s crammed with heaven,
    And every common bush afire with God,
    But only he who sees takes off his shoes;
    The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
    —Elizabeth Barrett Browning

    By the way; you are also a blessing.
    Happy Birthday.


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