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November 2009 
Tiptoe through the Fires of Hell
Posted on Sep 7th, 2009
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michele
michele
Wow... I'm not sure I remember how to type one of these things. At least I see a title up there. That's a beginning. I have an assignment (from above, but not high enough above to say it's from God). I am supposed to look back over the last three years of my life, assess the damage, contemplate the growth. Those are my words. The actual quote is "Write a memoir. No censorship. No judgment. Be vulnerable." Vulnerable? Omg.
Ergo, tiptoe through the fires of hell!
You won't see it here, or rather, in so many ways, you already do... go back and read from the beginnning of the blog. You'll catch about half the journey.
But here is what I'm thinking. Three years? My life is no different than yours, no different than anyone on the planet. We face challenges every day, people are born, people die. We have those we attempt to re-configure into our lives, and those we leave behind. We stop doing something we have done every day, and we start something new... each and every one of us. It's the circle of life, the cycle of growth.
Some hold on tightly, and some fly free and grow immeasurably. That's the ponderable difference. And the only reason I can see, the only thing I can even contemplate, is that it is in the perception. I could probably write down a lot of the trials of the last thousand days... but could I write as many of the joys? Would I recognize the shifts in my attitude, the beat of my heart, the glow of a soul recognizing itself? I certainly hope so!
So what's in a memoir? It just seems like a way to complain : ) My challenge to you is to look at your day, your week, your month, or your year. Find the light. Find the growth, the joy, the abundance. Note the love that you are, the love you have always been. Glow. Outshine those fires. Burn like there's no tomorrow.
Love ya!
Ergo, tiptoe through the fires of hell!
You won't see it here, or rather, in so many ways, you already do... go back and read from the beginnning of the blog. You'll catch about half the journey.
But here is what I'm thinking. Three years? My life is no different than yours, no different than anyone on the planet. We face challenges every day, people are born, people die. We have those we attempt to re-configure into our lives, and those we leave behind. We stop doing something we have done every day, and we start something new... each and every one of us. It's the circle of life, the cycle of growth.
Some hold on tightly, and some fly free and grow immeasurably. That's the ponderable difference. And the only reason I can see, the only thing I can even contemplate, is that it is in the perception. I could probably write down a lot of the trials of the last thousand days... but could I write as many of the joys? Would I recognize the shifts in my attitude, the beat of my heart, the glow of a soul recognizing itself? I certainly hope so!
So what's in a memoir? It just seems like a way to complain : ) My challenge to you is to look at your day, your week, your month, or your year. Find the light. Find the growth, the joy, the abundance. Note the love that you are, the love you have always been. Glow. Outshine those fires. Burn like there's no tomorrow.
Love ya!
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I think that sometimes it is easier said then done. Most of us probably wish we could see the light. Some of us see the light but can't recognize it as such. It is the little glimmer that gets us out of bed in the morning. We dont' call it light because being so immersed in the darkness, labeling something as light might be hard to do. Or recognizing hope might be scary because that is just another attempt at putting trust out there and possibly having yet another broken heart from disappointment. We all do what we can and that is all we can do. That is why there are people like you Michele who can help us to see the light when we are unable to ourselves. It is a wonderful gift and I am so grateful that you are here and my friend. :)