Being Conscious

I was going to write a blog this week about reflection.
Taking the time to reflect on who we are, how we are, and how things are going in general.

However, due to a repetitive theme with podcasts guests, I have changed my mind.
I want to talk about being conscious.
Why?
Because so often we are not.

Visioning for 2020

I know at this
time of year, many articles are telling us why and how we should set goals for
2020.

And it will be on turbo because 2020
brings in a new decade.

We should all stand to attention doing
an in-depth analysis of our position (without, of course, comparing it to those
around us). Setting big audacious goals that are going to change our lives
significantly because, god forbid, we live a year similar to the last one.

I have in the past, sent an email with
ideas about making the new year a great one. However, perhaps because I am
older and wiser, I have decided to avoid that trap.

Acting from our brokenness

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That sense of frustration

I had one of those morning the other day.

A morning when things unfolded inconveniently meaning the
late departure for my destination 90 minutes away.

Some of what unfolded sat squarely in my lap and some in the
lap of others. I say that with knowledge that blame rarely improves one’s mood.

However, the day started with a level of frustration that
served little purpose other than increasing my heartrate.

Lets break some rules

I was raised in a household where rules were a plenty.

There were many ways to do the wrong thing, often without
knowing that this was a possibility in the first instance, meaning stepping out
of line was a common situation.

And the wrath was swift and unforgiving.

Be still, be kind and be silent

I remember going to a piano concern many years ago.

The pianist flicked his long coat tails behind him as he sat
down on the piano stool and paused.

He paused for what seemed like eternity as he gathered
himself for the task in front of him

Doing what he needed to do mentally and physically to bring
the music forth.

To let his fingers dance across the keys and produce
something of beauty. Something for us all to lose ourselves in.

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