Another Circus Act

Constantly in the last week I have been reminded about what a circus life can be... both good and bad. Upon waking up with a headache and feeling exhausted, my husband and I got ready and headed to church for the weekly prayer group that takes place before service starts. We walked in, clinging only to the hope that the coffee in our to-go mugs would bring some sort of life to our tired existence. As we sat down, we were bombarded with the loud speaking voices of three of our beloved church family members Curt, Charlie, and Dennis. These three men are all developmentally disabled and have the biggest hearts in the world. They are at church every Sunday to pray and then to serve. This being said, they are also loud. As we listened to them go back and forth with their banter, we looked at each other and said, "what a circus." As nuts as it was, Andy reminded me that it was really fitting, because it really our church; the Church. We are all just a bunch of people walking through this often times circus-like life. Life without the Curt's and Charlie's and Dennis' of the world would be boring and uneventful. In this circus of of life, I am thankful for the different acts that perform in front of my very eyes every day. They teach me not to take myself too seriously. Sometimes, you need to take it all in; to stop and enjoy the circus.

The Next Best Thing

So I started reading this book called Cold Tangerines. The general premise is that so often in our looking forward to the next part of life, we miss out on what's happening right now. I was talking to my mom about that idea today and she said that when she turned 50 she had this whole year process of realizing and understanding that life goes too fast to not enjoy each day for what it is. So here is what I am trying to do: enjoy today. It isn't always easy. I want to get a new job. I want to travel and do fun things. I want it to be Christmas. But right now I don't have a new job, and we don't have time or money to travel, and it isn't Christmas. It is the end of October. The leaves are beautiful. It is that time in the Midwest that always reminds me of when I first started college. I remember walking out my dorm exit and smelling the air; taking in the crisp senses of a fall day. This is where I am right now. Truth be told; I do love this time of year. So I guess, for today, I love today.

The Eye Of The Beholder

So often I find myself wanting to shy away from the cliche's in life; wanting to break free of the things people say that one never quite knows what the words mean. But usually, in my breaking free, I find myself coming back to those phrases and the realities (timeless truths if you will) that they have preserved. This being said, as I begin this new 21st century blogging journey, I expect that often I will end up right back in the 20th century and before, finding truth in the things people have said far before I could even think to find truth in them. It really is the eye of the beholder; beauty and truth and redemption (the list goes on). It is all in how we choose to look at, how we choose to perceive life. Whether what each perceives to be true is really truth, I'm not going to judge. But I do know that it is all in how one sees it. The consequential blogs to follow are just that, the eye through which I behold.