Where do you even begin to change how you walk through the world? How do you alter your perception from "never enough" to "I am enough"? I have been thinking about this question for so long because I often attain the dream, whatever it is, only to question what comes next as soon as the dream is realized. The dream ends up being a step in an irrational need to accomplish more. It's a restlessness, really.
So, there I stood in the kitchen where the simple task of washing dishes had me trapped in a mental "what's next" prison, when I looked up and saw flames shooting about ten feet in the air.
Let me backtrack for a second, my youngest has been given the task of burning our paper trash like we live in the monte of Olmito because we don't get recycling service in our neighborhood. He arms himself with a box of matches and then can be seen dragging cardboard boxes and the like in front of our breakfast table window to the burn pit below. His restlessness is of the fireworks and arson variety so it's a win-win situation for everyone.
Anyway, I saw the flames and immediately decided I needed to micromanage the situation. But when I stepped onto the deck I could see him in a state of bliss, content to watch the masterpiece he'd created. It was definitely a grace-filled moment, and I felt compelled to join his encounter with the Beautiful. We watched the flames lick the air and embers dance on the breeze, just the two of us, until the dark became greater than the light. Tonight he taught me that I just needed to add fire to find the Beautiful.
So, there I stood in the kitchen where the simple task of washing dishes had me trapped in a mental "what's next" prison, when I looked up and saw flames shooting about ten feet in the air.
Let me backtrack for a second, my youngest has been given the task of burning our paper trash like we live in the monte of Olmito because we don't get recycling service in our neighborhood. He arms himself with a box of matches and then can be seen dragging cardboard boxes and the like in front of our breakfast table window to the burn pit below. His restlessness is of the fireworks and arson variety so it's a win-win situation for everyone.
Anyway, I saw the flames and immediately decided I needed to micromanage the situation. But when I stepped onto the deck I could see him in a state of bliss, content to watch the masterpiece he'd created. It was definitely a grace-filled moment, and I felt compelled to join his encounter with the Beautiful. We watched the flames lick the air and embers dance on the breeze, just the two of us, until the dark became greater than the light. Tonight he taught me that I just needed to add fire to find the Beautiful.
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