If one’s life can be considered a book, then I would say, I am in the process of rewriting mine.
The original version was destined to be heartbreaking.
Yes it was.
My revision?
Written purely for the soul.
Many.
So, so many.
These two are guaranteed to bring tears to my eyes:
The Who, “Love Reign O’er Me”.
And this one, written by Kris Kristofferson, but Willie’s rendition. With Trigger.
And you may too.
I don’t think I am gonna share anything in this realm. Partly because I don’t really have a biggest, so I can’t. What I do have is an approach I learned from a mentor some time ago. Plus a way to look at what goes into creating one.
First, what he shared was this compelling notion:
Dreams are blue prints.
They are not simply wishes. A dream is intention. A living breathing plan where you actually dwell, work and play within until you make it into the real thing. You have to first be able to see it there in your head, feel it in your heart and sense it in your soul.
A good way to look at it is to consider it on the job training. You dream so you know what it is going to take, all the way from conception here inside to its inception there outside. All before you actually make the trip.
From there, this perspective emerged in me front and center.
Sketch a masterpiece.
Since you are the one dreamin’ the dream and drawing the blueprint, you might as well make it a masterpiece. Your drawing should capture all of your aspirations, highlight all your strengths and describe all the best that is in you.
Perhaps in the bill of materials you include what you recognize as your shortcomings. How you transformed yourself could be stipulated in the revisions block. What you overcame, a symbol. How you maximized your capacity can find its way into the legend.
So when you dream it – dream it big.
And when you draw it – know no boundaries.
Be bold in your artisanship.
So you can truly live it.
Just as you pictured it.
I cannot call it a promise.
More of an intention I would have to say. It can be worded all sorts of ways. But what it comes down to for me is just this; stay here.
In this moment.
Now.
Present.
That is not to say I don’t feel the urge to pull off at the next exit when I am heading south for “The Past”. Or the one that comes right after the rest area labeled “Whathasyettobedetermined”. This is an ongoing battle for me. I have put the blinkers on a few times lately. Tapped the brakes. That being said, my sense is that it always will be that way. I just need to work at taking it down a few notches.
Hoping that effort too will remain ongoing.
Staying here is the best way to stick with the now and allow things to happen. One of the most prescient offerings regarding these moments came from Robert Frost. He said “…the best way out is always through.”
Which makes sense. Reverse then cannot come into play and you cannot see or experience anything beyond what is currently in front of you.
It can feel somewhat sunsettling just staying here. For lack of a better term, transitory. Perhaps that is how it is taken. Sensed. Not controlled. Planned. Just there.
But now does only last twenty-four hours, a third of which may be consumed by sleep. Probably explains that growing lack of attachment or concern I have what came before and a general disinterest in devoting or expending any form of energy towards “next” whatsoever.
If I can remain focused, then through can only be seen from where I am right now.
Not simply the best way.
The only way.
Out.
Mickey Hart.
His elephant story still leaves me in stitches to this day.
Like it did to those on stage with him that night.
Laughter like that is great for the diet.
“Snorf.”
