All Growns Up

    

     I'm starting to feel like a grown up this week. For a variety of reasons. And no, I am not abandoning my childlike awe, but instead I embrace my grown folk strength, security, and ease in a refreshed way.

     It's as if something has switched this week. I like it.

     I find myself looking more intently into people's eyes as I talk with them. Normally, I am drawn to look at your mouth, in order to better understand the words you speak. But I'm finding out that although your mouth is moving, your eyes are really telling me the story.

     I'm being affected by this phenomenon not merely in my extracurricular activities, but even now, while I'm at work, working alongside some very clever and lovely New Yorkers.

     It's almost hypnotic. Being present. Very aware of the moment that you are in--within time and space. I could loose myself in the gazing into the stories told by these human's eyes, and yet,  just as profoundly still maintan my own feelings, presence, purpose, and peace.

Wisdom's Knocking:

It's been said, that the eyes are the windows to the soul.

Stop and Go

     Photo Credit: Shelley Paulson Photography

     I was feeling a bit of momentum with a particular subject, I mean, person. But then, it seemed as if things halted. Blah. And here I was, ready to bolt out of the gate with a prize in my hand, gleaming from ear to ear, screaming, "I've arrived, I've arrived!"

     Sadly, I think I've been bamboozled. Which is quite surprising even to me. Probably more humbling than anything else. Here I was, thinking, I could no longer be fooled by "good intentions". And yet, now, I'm tangled up in them.

     Leave me alone good intentions. And Promise get back here and kiss me.

Wisdom's Knocking:

Men, take the time to glean from Shakespeare's "Taming of the Shrew" or the more modern rendition, "10 Things I Hate About You". Your game will be so much better. I promise you.

In Our Night

     

     Oh, You are faithful. So faithful. I tend to forget many things. But not You. You don't forget one comma or pause in the ongoing sentence that is our conversation.

     And I remember. I remember how you told me it would be versus how it could be. And I remember weeping. But if I only knew, that what you set aside for me was better than what I had lost.

     You never forget. You're so faithful. You never forget one comma or pause in the ongoing sentence that is our conversation.

Wisdom's Knocking:

Even our silence communicates.

Know When to Fold 'Em

     

     I find myself constantly pushing to get sometihng done, just to simply mark it as done. Yes, this could be a good thing, but not so much when you have reached the limit of exhaustion and the wise thing to do, would be to stop, rest, regroup, and try to tackle the project in the morning. Plus, rushing to simply mark something as "done", doesn't  mean that it gets "done well".

     Plus, there's no immediate deadline that I'm dealing with at the moment, just the sense of self satisfaction of getting something done. You know, checking something off the list. It feels so good.

     And it's quite the miracle when I get things done. I have equal parts sleepy procrastination, as well as, get-it-done-way-before-the-deadline-rush-mania. Plus throw in the fact that I could go down a variety of rabbit trails of other things to do while on my way to do the thing I set out to do in the first place. It just makes for interesting scenarios.

     All to say, tonight was one of those nights. I'm in preparation for another show that I'll be working this weekend. Tons of information keep streaming in, and I keep trying to find new compartments of my brain (or Excel) to place these facts and figures in.

     But now, it's gotten late, and I'm experiencing hazy vision. So instead of pummeling through, I'm gonna stop. And rest. Yes, as awkward as it feels to me, I'm going to resume this project in the morning.

     I just hope this unfinished business doesn't haunt my dreams.

     Isn't that what unfinished business does in the long run...lingers, bothers us, haunts us. Oh, but that's another blog altogether...Once again, we'll simply let it go, and trust that God has everything under control, especially the things that we do not, and even the things we think we do have under control.

Wisdom's Knocking:

Getting it done. Or getting it done well. You decide.

Make Me Laugh

   In Photo: Well...If you don't know who this is, chances are, you are not my future boo.

     I think I've just concluded that my future boo has to be funny. This is a deal-breaker. I've known this for a long time, and yes, I think I've already blogged about this subject before. But I don't care. I'm going to say it again. Future husband man person, you need, and I mean need to be funny. We have to laugh together, preferably at the same things. We can have our own secret code. I'm down with that.

     But mostly, let's just laugh together. Among other things.

Wisdom's Knocking:

Laughter is free therapy for the soul.