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Story #8 – “ThankYous”

You come here through quiet, gentle, peaceful, love inspiring means. Maybe that was the start of the universe as well. Maybe before existence it is just quietness, gentleness, and peace; and any creation must come out of love first. As your potential grows, so does your intensity. The ball of whorling potential you are now, in this moment, with more and more added every moment, the intensity is magnified every passing second. Just as the moments before the big bang, all of existence was bubbling with potential. Who will you be someday, what will you do, who will you meet, how will you love. Were these, or are these, not the same questions at the start of the universe? Why did the stars expand into their formations, and how come one star bore life to a planet while the other prevented the possibility of life. Who is Orion and how has he known the ways to guide us. What potential whirls within your nebula. We watch in wonder, will we get the opportunity to see something amazing, something extraordinary, or simply something perfectly ordinary become reality. You, new babe, I watch with the same wonder…what potential. Thanks be to Cassiopeia and her ability to inspire us. Your beauty sweet queen causes pause everyday. Of course much of the universe is governed by laws, yes…we know that, but not all laws are perfect. Keep inside a little bit of child wonder. Keep close the feeling of the miraculous. The stars of the big dipper are only following the laws of the universe, but that does not change the fact that I see the stars which form the alignment and I feel home. When we say you can be anything, we do truly mean it, because in this moment you can take any path, I vow to guide you in safety, health, happiness, and benevolence; but you, my son, you are free to explore all the universe. I will enjoy all I get to witness. 

Story #7 – “ThankYous”

I see me, I know me. I see you, I don’t know you. 

To be fair, you don’t fully know yourself yet. You can’t discern what to know, and what not to. Each day we will try to figure out. You are on the lifelong quest of self actualization. I am not your captain…not a soul should be. You are the controls. I shall only be but the stoker to your boiler.

I see me, I know me. I see you, I see me. 

You are your own being, but you are also me. I feel, but nothing matters. You feel, and I will try all, in order to make it right. I will make the world halt for your needs. I feel, but remain quiet. You feel, and the world shakes. 

I see me, I need me. I see you, you need me. 

I have no needs at all anymore. Every moment of your life is a need. I have no needs but yours. Your needs become my needs. My needs are only your needs. 

I see me, I am recognized. I see you, more and more, you are recognized. You see you, ahha! You have found a being. You see me, recognition has come into the presence. 

I am your hands, I am your feet, I am your voice. You see you, in me; I see me, in you. I see me in your laugh, in your curiosity, in your humor. I see me in your love, in your calm, in your play. There is so much I know about you, but so much more I want to know. You are a mystery to me, yet somehow I am the one that knows you best. 

I see me, I know me. I see you, I see me. I see me, I know me. I see you, I now know me more. Thank you for choosing me.

Story #6 – “ThankYous”

There is a lesson in everything, or at least that’s what many a wise say. I do believe it must be true, for a lesson I have learned each and every day. You ought not go through each moment with the constant search of lessons, you must instead live free flowing only to pause after for reflection. I must be honest with myself always, and not falter from my truth. For I learned the lessons I have due to the daily analysis of how to be better for the next. Of all the lessons of all the days, I’m still learning yours the most. You do not speak yet you have so much to say. You are ever in the present, and demand the same from me. When I forget this, you do not forgive me, but rather teach me. Sorry for my distraction! You were right to take that action. I create your environment, and you just react to it. I invited you into my space. Know this, the invitation comes with a commitment, possibly a duty. I must learn, to learn for me, for my betterment, but also I must learn for yours. You act and react so much out of fear, but please know, so do I. I try every day to teach you the lessons of my world, but I must remember to stop and listen to yours. I can not train you to jump through hoops. I must train you to train me. Listening is the hardest part for the teacher, but the only way to teach is to be taught first, and every student has a new lesson, so listen I will do. I have been patient with you, please do so for me. Together we will help one another reach the goals we have for the other. Of all the lessons of all the days, I’m still learning yours the most. Thank you, I look forward to tomorrow and what ever ending potential for lessons we’ll get to learn together. 

Story #5 – “ThankYous”

I climb up, I climb down, but only climb down for the opportunity to climb up once more. You give me all that I need, you are my home. You give me so much, and I take it all. You are smarter than I…knowing full well that providing for me means you are providing for yourself. I suppose my “take it all” actions are not fully accurate. My taking is really giving, perhaps you already know that. The small sacrifice you give of yourself which sustains my whole life is what sustains yours. My health, wellbeing, and strength will ultimately be transferred to you. They are your health, your wellbeing, and your strength. You need me the way I need you. I eat at your leaves, giving me the muscles I need to climb your branches ever higher. I make my bed among you, allowing me to recharge for another day. The food I consume from you delivers food straight back to you. Thank you and your welcome! We are a team even when we are performing our selfish tasks. We are working together the way the plants and the air do. The way the bison and the grass do, or the panda and the bamboo do, or the bat and his cave do. I must reflect on what I have done for you today, and forever notice what you have done for me. You live much longer than I, so you know me, you know my whole family. You knew the generations before me and you will know my grandchildren after me. Your time reach is so much greater than mine. You sustained my mother in order to create me, and you have sustained me well enough for me to create a family of my own. I cannot exist without your existence, and you cannot without mine. Thank you for giving me all that I am, and now I shall offer my body as payment.

Story #4 – “ThankYous”

The sound of the leaves crunching underfoot gives you the reality of being grounded on this earth. Walking along the surface, hearing the snap of a branch that causes the deer to raise its head in distress. It is dark and damp at ground level. The sunlight is noticed, but the source is unseen. You may only be able to see what is but a few feet around you, everything else is blocked or quite well camouflaged. Through the thicket you make it to the base. There you stand, dwarfed by the decades – possibly centuries – of life standing right in front of you. The trunk at your nose shows the weathering of time and the scars of living. You touch the bark, experiencing the life that breathes well beneath you and well above you and you are only experiencing it in one palmful. You look up into the lattice of branches…all the potential…all the possibilities…what exists at the top? What exists between you and the top? You begin to climb, and even on the first foot of ascension you begin to experience what really does exist. First you see the ants all marching in line in pursuit of the honeydew. The ants are so orderly and focused. They are so tiny, yet even they provide benefit to the behemoth you are scaling. You enjoy the hard working ants, but then continue ascending. You begin to get into the thick of the branches. Although you are physically getting closer to the source of daylight, it actually starts getting even darker than before. You are above the thick, sight-inhibiting understory now, but still are unable to see into a far distance as the breaks in the branches that surround you only allow you to see more and more branches of the trees around you. Bringing your attention back to the tree, you freeze in amazement. Right in front of you, staring back with curiosity and fear is a Great Gray Owl. Piercing into your soul with those distinctive yellow eyes, it leaves you awestruck. So stoic but cautious, it thoughtfully dives off the branch, spreading its wings, and silently disappearing into the forest. You know exactly what you saw, but the majestic bird makes you question if the encounter was a dream. You look up and begin climbing once more. Reaching up to the next branch, you feel something fuzzy, then a dartting animal is seen out of the corner of your eye. You turn your head to follow the creature and you see a beautiful red Douglas Fir Squirrel who begins chattering to fiercely scold you for the disturbance. You think this tiny little thing is up here all alone in this desolate environment. You quickly discover it is not desolate at all. The squirrel you disturbed runs to a nearby nest where there are four lively kits. You watch as they wrestle and chase one another so playful and carefree. While the mother is defensive and barking at you, the kits seem to have zero worry in the world. You continue on as to stop bothering the worried mother. Things are getting brighter, the blue of the sky is becoming more and more noticeable, streaks of sunlight are beginning to touch your skin. The air is becoming increasingly dry and you begin to feel warmer. You reach up one more time and as if you were breaking through the surface of a body of water, you take a deep breath in, and just like that…everything becomes visible. You are able to see for miles, as far off into the distance as the horizon of the globe you reside upon. The larger picture…how significant this very tree you sit upon, yet how insignificant it is. The tree top next to you is an eagle taking in the view same as you. With almost a show off attitude, it takes flight straight out into the horizon. You see freedom with every flap of the wing…*crunch* the sound of leaves under your feet. You are grounded, scared, but focused.

Story #3 – “ThankYous”

Thankfulness doesn’t quite cut it, although the word spoiled comes to mind much more  frequently. Am I deserving of this? Possibly, but the most deserving? …not even close. Have I ever even given of myself to the amount I am now receiving? I would answer that question with a no. These people thoughtlessly provide for me over the course of months…if I was able to look into the future, judging by what they have done over the course of days and weeks, I can imagine this care and thoughtfulness is to come for years. People are giving so much of themselves by a task I chose, I decided on for years, and I wanted above anything else. Yet they all step in to help in a challenging time I created all for myself. This is not something I have been burdened with or an ailment I had no control over becoming sieged with. Rather I took every possible step to produce this into being, literally to produce a being, yet they do not mind. Still they come and shower me. Help me at the first sign of me asking for it. Do I do as much as I am receiving though? Have I done enough for those who are caring for me right now? Or will I have enough chances to care for them in the future? I take and receive all the love and kindness they have to give, and again, thankfulness comes to mind, but what overpowers it is much more the feeling of being spoiled. Do I need help? Admittedly yes, and so many will say it takes a village, but so many others could use the help over me. I will do my best to receive all gifts with grace and thankfulness, but do note, above all else I feel spoiled!

Story #2 – “ThankYous”

I see you and think to myself how lucky I am. I thank you for showing me all you have, yet I am excited to think about all you have to still show me. You bring me into the moment, making me appreciate so much more than what’s right in front of me. You come in on the wings, run along the earth with hooves or paws, you are painted across any landscape I stand to admire. I used to think that you only existed where there is light, but you still exist in the darkness…maybe more. You bring light into my darkest moments; in the moments I don’t want to see, you show me there is still beauty. There is beauty in the darkness, and even the darkness can cause beauty. You show up every day. Even if I don’t see you or recognize you, believe me, I’d notice if you were gone. Thank you for showing up, and thank you for showing me all you have! You show me the beauty of the ground, the abundant beauty all around, and the beauty above. Day or night, summer or winter, spring or fall. Some like you better for certain times or moments, but you do not pick or choose where you show up, you are always there. Hope and happiness, that is what you give to me. I first notice you in the morning, recognizing your beauty in every sunset, and getting glimpses of you through the darkness. You are everywhere, making me see everything. Although you are always in the background, you are also always in the foreground. Thank you for giving us this world that without you would be so dull.

Story #1 – “ThankYous”

For you, I exclaim a thank you! You show me change is possible, and in so many ways change is necessary! You show me change while setting an example of consistency…how is that even possible? Change can take away from us, and take us away. It can give us so much, and give us away. I hate change, but am bored with consistency. You provide an example of balance. You are the great example of change, yet there is something about you that is everlasting. You roll on by…day after day, month after month, year after year, lifetime after lifetime. Like the changing tides, you are consistent, and your consistency is needed for all of existence on earth. Like the tides you are…are you them? In some ways you are…your change gives us all so much. You cue us to stop and reflect, to slow down and enjoy, to hurry up and get our best work done, to wait and listen. You teach me patience, and show me control isn’t everything. There is a lot of my environment I am able to have control over, but you often remind me that letting go of all the control is necessary and inevitable. You help us, you hinder us, but your consistency is counted on!

Story #24 – “Emotions”

I am confused by it. Do I know it, have I met it, have I seen it, or is it a brainwash? You must put work into it to experience it, right? Maybe not actually, maybe it is something you are allowed to receive because of the work of others. A gift perhaps, from the generations prior to you. Should it be a gift to be given? Should my work be the ability of others to experience it? Why am I feeling selfish…why should I have to experience it from the work that others did? I want to create my own and know full well what values were put into that work. No one should take my work as their sense of pride, for they should know full well what value of work was put into where they are finding their pride. Do you know where yours comes from? Do you know everything that went into it? Are you claiming some of it, what you are deeming to be the good, and choosing to forget about the bad? Or are you claiming it all with the understanding that there is good and bad in everything? Can you claim it fully if you do not understand it fully? Maybe you shall be entirely educated on a matter in which you claim fully. Then again, no one is able to tell you what your experience with this feeling is. So maybe it doesn’t matter whether you know it all or not. I find I have to experience it more close to home. I am not able to blanket it wider than right directly around me. But for many it seems they can have the experience at more of a distance…how about you?

Story #23 – “Emotions”

You are elusive and yet exist everywhere. I believed in you more as a child – as I’m sure every child does. As I have moved through life, I believe in you less and less. To a child, you are the excuse for everything: Bad behavior – you are a motivator, wanting more play time with friends – you are the motivator, desire to complete homework – you are the drawback, or desiring that new toy a friend has – you are the motivator. As all of us grow, as we all learn more, experience more and develop, you become further from our reality. You do then become more of a motivation for furthering our growth and understanding in all variety of ways. I work at and demand that you continue to have no control over my life. At times you do; at times your power overbears my will. All is best when I can do all that is in my power to resist your strength, your force. For you matter, but being aware of your possible presence matters more. I’ll always demand that I conquer you before you conquer me! For when there is boredom, there is no further learning, no further creativity, there is no motivation. If you lose those, you lose life.

Story #22 – “Emotions”

I look at you, you look at me, we both want what the other has. I desire the freedom from responsibility that you hold. You desire my freedom to adventure. You want what I do with my day; I want what you do with yours. Schedules, travel, time frames, due dates, and yet my day still looks like freedom to you. You see: Adventure, socializing, problem solving. For you are energized by all that exhausts me. Boredom, loneliness, under satisfaction, and yet your day looks like freedom to me. I see relaxation, peacefulness, tranquility. I am excited by everything that under stimulates you. Jealousy in all its glory. I love my life! I have built it as such because I knew what every step taken could and possibly would lead to. I have laid out the world I see. I have built the world I wanted. Still I wonder and dream of moments of simplicity. You love your life! You enjoy the adventures you go on, but wonder why there are not more. They are not everlasting. If we all always want what we can’t have, do we really appreciate all that we do have? My life should actually be more like what you currently experience. I should be more focused on spending the most time with all the people I enjoy. I should be extremely exuberant about seeing anyone that I love. I should play as hard as I sleep. Your life should actually be like mine. I leave home everyday, go to new places, see new things, smell new things, taste new things. I get to make new memories with new friends everyday, but that was what you were made for. You are best for me, and I strive to be the best for you, for you show me how to come into every moment with energy, and I show you how to have adventure with poise. Our jealousy for each other’s lives can be met with teaching each other how to live better.

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