As the New Year approaches, something to think about…
As the New Year approaches, something to think about…
When the race is done or won, let us exemplify grace…
“I will walk in love,
In dignity and grace,
Now the race is done, or won,
Share hope and mercy, peace.
Each one by one, or one on one,
Much needed now:
Let hatred cease…
by Sherrie Robins
In a time of strong opinion,
may I say that I don’t know?
While pulpit pounding preachers, preach,
may I watch the green grass grow?
Is it alright if the gentle breezes blow,
softly ‘cross my face,
as I seek the truth in solitude,
veiled in mercy, love and grace?
Must I join the loud throng’s symbols
as they clatter & they clang?
While others shout in certitude,
be quiet & refrain?
May I listen to the falling rain,
be still inside myself?
Wait for a softly spoken word,
a word that may be seldom heard,
a word so soft & hushes still,
that only silent room will fill,
In garden, creek, or flower bed,
…or begging hand for want of bread?
I’ve heard the drum’s incessant sound,
the neon’s flash and garish hound,
my ears throb from the constant pound,
Come away, come away, come away.
Take a minute to pour a little water & sunshine on your fine self!
By Sherrie Robins
My nephew popped over to the house last night. He’s a talented young photographer/videographer, who’s starting a business with my son. Their work is fresh, hip, young, knowledgeable, practiced & informed.
I’ve learned a few things from them both.
“Hey Jordan”, I said. “Wanna see the new ‘video’ I made”?
Now, though I’m a practiced and ardent “photo-snapper”, my ‘video’ happened to be a photo compilation-slide show of a family weekend gathering, something I’m relatively new at, and a far cry from their professional work. (I wish them the best).
But he liked it!
Then he said this: “I love the way you’re not afraid to try new things and continue to grow. Most people your age just settle. Stop growing. Maybe they find something they enjoy, but they stop there and just do “that” for the rest of their lives. How many people do you know that keep trying and expanding; reaching? You’re great”!
Wow. What a compliment.
It brought to light a new perspective. Because of different life situations, I’ve had to wear many hats and have sometimes seen this as a negative. Others have told me so. I haven’t always assessed these accomplishments as assets: a positive!
Here’s a couple of thoughts: as one continues to grow, some old things must be left behind, some for a while, some for always. Knowing which is which can be a challenge. And we can’t expect everyone to understand where we’re coming from. If we stretch, there’s always the chance of rejection.
Also, we have been told that in order to be good at something, really good, you have to stick with that thing forever! But what about a different take. You’ve heard it before, “he was a real Renaissance man”. This is referring to an individual’s proficiency at a number of abilities. This used to be a “thing”. Not so much anymore as society often seems to box people into roles: teacher, business person, entertainer, artist. Any Mother knows that just ain’t so! Children are even taught that, at least up to high-school, through a well-rounded education. But many of us leave behind the variety upon reaching adulthood.
And here’s are some additional perspective: the more we become proficient at a variety of things, 1) the more it rounds out our personalities, 2) enables us to relate to wider circles, and 3) we begin to see one gift as feeding off the other.
1) Each new lens we look through allows us to see life a bit differently. Having been an artist and photo-snapper, for example, has caused me to go from looking at each single flower, leaf and stone to taking in the vastness of the world around me.
2) Personally, being able to relate to my son and nephew in their world of photography, another nephew with his writing, my daughter in her’s of cooking and travel, and many others in singing, piano, blogging, teaching, etc. This ability has enriched my life on so many levels.
3) When one is developing any gift, artistic or otherwise, it seems the additional become easier to access. I’m sure this has a scientific base, but I’ll let YOU google it!
So, think out of the box! Don’t be afraid to expand, develop, grow in whatever you’re already good at, and more. It’s okay if it isn’t in our comfort zone or we make mistakes. We all do. Whether it’s a new hobby, a new work challenge, relationship growth or trying a new recipe, it’s all ripe for the picking.
Learning is the stuff that keeps us fresh, young, vital. It helps us to reach others and become our best selves. So let’s grow, Grow, GROW!
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One perfect Autumn day, my husband and I were walking along the escarpment near Hamilton, Ontario, Canada. There were vistas, foliage, pathways, twists and turns. Waterfalls, crunchy leaves beneath our feet and various scampering varieties of wildlife.
Honestly, I was so focused on the obvious; waterfalls and vistas, snapping away at them, that I don’t think I was paying much attention to what was above me. My husband stopped me, “Sherrie. Look up. This would make a great photo, wouldn’t it”?
Just maybe we could come up with a lesson in perspective on this one? Perhaps we shouldn’t be so focused on the obvious, or the immediate, the urgent or the loudest thing roaring in our ears to forget to look up. Simple but true.
As with many things in life, I have my husband to thank for this one. He was right, don’t you think?
Another shot rings out. Another life is taken. How can this be?
This great hatred must be addressed with equal power.
For how could a platitude, a simplicity, applied in another millennia be pertinent to us here and now? Don’t be trite. Don’t be ridiculous.
But the small voice, like that as unto a child, cries out from the darkness…”Shine”.
For one candle, one light invites another.
One bloom, one blossom beckons a garden.
Even if it is buried beneath the dirt, the evil, the dark, it will endure,it will come forth, it will bring forth new life.
Let’s be the light.
Be the garden.
For LOVE is the answer. LOVE never fails. It’s what the WORLD NEEDS NOW.
* We’ve started a new blog called perspectivesinfaith! Thought you’d like to know. If you enjoy a good old heart-warming, up-lifting, soul-nurturing, read, please take a look. We’d appreciate your feedback. Thanks! Here’s a sample:
Overwhelmed by Glory
Have you ever seen such beauty that you were overwhelmed?
I love the word Gobsmacked! It’s ‘wicked-good’! The definition, according to Dictionary.com is: utterly astounded, astonished, flabbergasted. They go on to say that the word origin is:+
I had that experience today, while driving down the Niagara escarpment, towards Lake Ontario. The vista on any ordinary day is spectacular. But, in the fall, on a clear day, it is especially beautiful with a full on view of the colorful foliage, the Niagara River and Lake beyond.
But today was a one-in-a-million kind of day. The sky was dancing, alight and aloft. On my right were dark clouds, ominous and foreboding, having a look of doom about them. To the left it was clear and vivid blue, checkered with colossal, billowy clouds.
An ‘ooh’ or an ‘ah’ will often escape me, while taking all this in. But today was that one-in-a-million. If my hands had been free, I would have been gob-smacking all over my face!
The sun was playing peek-a-boo with the clouds, streaks of light streamed down on any given destination. Birds of prey soared high above the earth, glints of sunshine bouncing off their wings. And as if all that weren’t enough, a rainbow appeared before me; a complete arch, weaving in and out of the doom and gloom clouds, to the right.
My gob-smacked mouth started rejoicing and shouting and tears escaped their borders. And then it hit me that we’d just flown right past beauty and over into glory! One of the definitions of beauty is something that pleases the aesthetic senses. But my favorite definition of glory, according to Merriam-Webster goes like this: worshipful praise, honor, and thanksgiving.
So that’s what I was doing! Natural, spontaneous, and full of hope for a future filled with those one-in-a-millions! Forever being overwhelmed by glory.