Yesterday, or shall I say it was the wee, early hours of the day's evening...I had a conversation with an educated know-it-all. I use the term, "conversation" extremely loosely...as it teetered closely to the rim of a volatile tennis match, with only one player, armed with two rackets and an automatic ball shooter (or whatever they're affectionately called).
She was the worst kind of know it all...a know it all that knows it all, about knowing it all; and then some. I'm not quite sure how's she's able to effectively course through life socially, without stumbling awkwardly and shamefully. But, when I think about it...shame doesn't appear to be something she's ever been formerly introduced to (at least not outwardly). A brass coat of arrogance encompasses and deflects another's presence let alone words that could carelessly, fumble out of one's mouth, from this boastful peacock's view (peripheral or otherwise). Deep down, on the inside where it counts, she's painfully alone...speaking through panged lips...dripping toxic venom with directed intentions.
I've been in this exact predicament before, with the same person (almost), just a different face (almost), name, state and time. I had the exact response each time...silence. The turn-off was immediate, firm and without recourse. The relationship shall never progress pass cordial, politeness.
What, I learned in this is...even, while evolving, some things, simply stay the same. Untouched, undisturbed and uninterrupted. I've never been moved by boastfulness. Stay humble.
...the interconnectedness between beings, created to sow love into carefully strung orchestras of peace, is astounding.
...the fierce independence that intertwined & coarse fibers; vehemently embraces and passionately celebrates, is resounding.
...the distance traveled; pounded foot, dragging along...one after the other, is easily lightened when the former is all surrounding.
I've fallen in love all over again. I'm currently sitting in one of the restaurants that delivered a delectable breakfast (Smoked Salmon Benedict) during the polar vortex and -42 degree weather. Since, the weather has warmed up and we're now in the midst of a heat wave (34 degrees with snow showers), I decided to visit the establishment and break bread with them, on their turf.
Upon entering the cozy and inviting spot, my guest and I were greeted warmly and genuinely...they were very attentive and the energy that permeates and encloses
The Breakfast House is absolutely lovely.
The food was delectable, fresh and full of flavor. The main and most ingredients were definitely present...Love flowed from within and throughout, every palate pleasing bite. The music lulled you into a peaceful space, while meditating over breakfast. It was a series of grateful moments, strung into one very grand and wonderful experience.
...on such a smoky, gray day in Chicago, that heavily blankets you and promotes winter blues; I decided to add some color to the palette. A warm-spirited, soup for the soul...featuring organic free-range chicken, organic baby carrots, organic brown basmati rice, and organic kale greens. The slowly simmered fusion created a comfy burst of flavors and a quilt of warmth, plus hugs that were definitely needed on such a day. The cherry atop such deliciousness was the fellowship that accompanied this delightful baptism.
It's the 10th day into the new year, and it has already yielded profound revelations and expansive opportunities for myself and many others, that I know.
Faith, has been a cornerstone in my daily life, however, this year it has been renewed and sharpened, heightening my sense of awareness, while, also encouraging obedience.
Obedience is a tricky one for me...as it requires a lot of stillness, and being a free-spirited mover and shaker, stillness can sometimes pose as a serious challenge. Over a course of time and many life lessons later, I have learned the art of stillness, however, I forget sometimes to actually implement it.
Ten days into what I feel is already a magical year, I've been firmly directed to be still (especially after my "plan" flopped). I was obedient. In the stillness, I've found my love to be redefined, deepened and released more freely. I've allowed my spirit to be replenished and my smile to be recharged. While, being still, and not sulking about my failed plan and simply accepting it as is, I focused on being obedient. And, I was rewarded greatly for it.
I'm the first one to speak, quickly, firing rapid commentary about not planning anything and simply allowing your Creator to guide you through and to your destiny. Somehow, I fell prey, and executed the very thing that I speak against so often; I planned and it failed, miserably. That was a firm reminder for me, to simply be guided. To be obedient and allow the will of who fills my lungs with oxygen daily, to direct me along the path, in which he created me for. Again, I was rewarded, and twice the awesomeness that I originally planned.
I've been known to be a rebel, push the envelope, go against the grain and march to the beat of my drum. I'm positive, that will never change about me, now, I just have a far clearer understanding of obedience and to whom, I shall obey.
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*Swish, scratch, swish*...went the brushes and palm swipes of seven-subtly, eager artists against their roughly-textured and prepped canvases. Resonating incredibly soothing feels, like a medium-bristled brush being lovingly and carefully raked through her hair. It gave her the chills (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...
She, steadily walked down the busy road, yet there were no appropriate sidewalks and cars were whizzing by. At any given time, there may have been a million questions/comments/thoughts/replays/intentions and words traveling along the synapses of her nerve endings, overflowing her system and blowing her mind (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...