Awaking after another Technicolor dream, I walked to the living room this morning and plugged in a little purple tree, fresh from basement storage. Only one side of lights came on and looked more red than purple.
But it suddenly didn’t matter. Gabriel and Bling didn’t attack it or the cord. Sitting in Dad’s burgundy rocker-recliner, I pulled up a cover. I was color blind to the tree’s simplicity and imperfection that held its own against the towering cat tree.
In this moment, I realized all I ever wanted for Christmas was … me. I’ve been unwrapping me slowly for several months … nope, years … and this Christmas Eve morning I had ripped away the final paper and ribbons … flaws and all.
So many folks … can you tell I’m Midwest ? … are afraid to rip away the remaining tissue and tape to look at the true gift inside. We’ve become intoxicated by shiny tinsel and pristine ribbons woven in magical formations …
Forget the hype of life imposed by the glittery ads and eyeball-jarring flashes that only discolor reality and lull us into unrealistic fantasies … and greater disappointment and despair when they’ve faded … and left us behind.
Look for some imperfection today and tell me what beauty you finally see … only for yourself and not through someone else’s fogged lens of the world … Remember, you are here for a reason … and maybe today is the day it all makes sense.
Please share right now … “I’m here because …” Let’s fall in love and/or friendship AND life all over again …
Me? I knew you’d ask. I’m here to blend words and create images that can take you down the path to finding your true self … which is our human connection. Yep, I kinda like that … folks …
Hey, drop me a line at [email protected] or leave a comment below. I’d love to speak to your group, organization or company about working our way through the pain and challenges of everyday life. You want straight talk? You got me!
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