What Ifs

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It is cold, rainy and wintry, by Central Texas standards, and the absence of sun seems ripe for contemplation. Although I try not to let it happen, today turned into a “what if” day. Don’t you hate those days. What if, I done this differently? What if, I done that differently? What if, I’d stayed in New Orleans all those long years ago, instead of moving to Texas? What would my life be like? What if, I listened to all those people who told me that my life was over when I made the foolish mistake of becoming a teen aged mother? What if, I believed that I was destined to be yet another statistic and on the public dole with no education or skills to take care of myself or my children?  I’ve concluded that engaging in these “what ifs” comes down to questioning ourselves and our past choices, a yearning for ‘the road not taken.’ 
 
Recently, I was reading bits and pieces of my twitter stream and someone referred to the phrase “the road less travelled,” which is often used in reference to Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.” As I recall, I read the poem for the first time in an high school English class. http://www.bartleby.com/119/1.html At the time, the wannabe rebel in me, wanting to set her own path and follow no one, assumed that, Frost was advising that, when faced with two forks in the road, one trodden by the masses and the other, not so, to take the road less traveled. I was wrong because in both stanzas two and three Frost asserts little difference between the roads.
He writes,
“Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
… And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black”

I think that it is the final paragraph that informs us of the true meaning of the poem:

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
 
Frost’s use of the words “I shall be telling this with a sigh” indicates a sense of regret and wonder about the choice he made so long ago. In hindsight, even he wonders how his life would differ had he chosen to trod the other road. Although even amongst scholars, the poem’s interpretation is in dispute, I believe the poem is about choice in general, hindsight and especially, regret wrought by a choice between those equally appealing options.  
 
Our life is but a series of blind choices. This applies to every decision in our lives–one choice, means the exclusion of another choice. Mom was right, you really can’t have it both ways. We make our choices based on blind faith and without fore knowledge of where the choice will lead us. In most cases, the choices are easy. In others, when we are forced to chose between equally compelling options, the choice is far from clear. Instead of resorting to “what ifs,” after determining the pros and cons of each choice, and the information at hand, we choose; then we pray for the best or release it to our God/Spirit/Source, for that is the most that we can do. In choosing, we necessarily reject options that only the fates know where they would lead and minimize the “what ifs” that will lead you no where. We chose, we live and time will tell. 
 

Only One Unique You

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I  am Me

In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it — I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know — but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.

— Virginia Satir 

Celebrate and revel in your uniqueness and share it with the world. You have been blessed with gifts and you and only you can share them with the world. 

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How to Find Our Authentic Self

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Lately, I have been talking about finding my authentic voice in the writing context, but it occurs to me that it also applies as I journey inward to discover my true self. It is said that Michelangelo was asked how he created his beautiful statutes and he replied, “Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”  I find his response beautiful on its own merit and informative for those of us on our own inner quest.

Just as Michelangelo discovered David as he chipped away ‘what was not David,’ so must we “spiritual sculptors” chip away all that inner detritus that is not us, to discover our true authentic selves. Such a task is onerous and time-consuming, and 
“It is one of life’s great paradoxes that the things we don’t want to look at in ourselves are the very things we need to look at in order to know ourselves better and to become more fully who we are. The feelings that make us want to run away are buried treasure full of energy and inspiration if we are willing to look. These feelings come in many forms, from strange images or snippets of information to recurring dreams and feelings that rise up seemingly without a reason. Whatever shape they come in, and no matter how scary they seem, these messengers bring the information we need in order to grow.” http://www.dailyom.com/articles/2010/25741.html
 We ignore them to our peril. Yet, we need not make this journey alone. The Daily Om article provides information on how you might undertake this process and who may be of help on your journey. If you are reading this post, you have already begun your journey to uncover your true self.   

Blessings, Peace & Joy, lydia marie

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I Will Be

I initially heard Wynona (Judd) sing this beautiful, inspiring and uplifting song on an episode of “Army Wives.” Although the episode and the song were intended to address issues of domestic abuse in the military and in general, it is obvious to me that the song and its message have universal appeal. Life is difficult, for some, more often than not. This song serves as a reminder that  nothing and no one can harm your true self. In spite of every difficulty, you will be–stronger, wiser and far better for standing up to and facing those challenges. 


I Will Be, by Wynona 

         Been caught in a downpour of a rain of stones

Felt like an exile in the world I had known

So I sought the shelter of my own soul

And stayed inside 

I found no comfort in placing blame

I saw the hope that lay just beyond the pain

The past is a prison and I won’t wear those chains

And I won’t hide, oh no


I will be here

I will be strong

I’ll face my fears 

When the night is long

And still go on

I will be brave

I will be bold

Follow my faith

To a higher road

And I’m not there yet

But I will be

I could choose to keep my feet upon the beaten path

Never cross the open field for the one snake in the grass

But I’d rather risk my heart then never get the chance

To find my way, to find my way


I will be here

I will be strong

I’ll face my fears 

When the night is long

And still go on

I will be brave

I will be bold

Follow my faith

To a higher road

And I’m not there yet

But I will be

Warmest Blessings, lydia 


I claim no owner or authorship over the above lyrics or song. To my knowledge, they are the property of Ms. Wynona Judd.


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