sparkignitefire

The cells are humming. They are changing…slowly, with care and love. It’s the next plane. The next level, a little bit more knowledge.

It seems to be okay when things are heavy. I love that saying, “he’s not heavy, he’s my brother”. Heavy is okay. Heavy is hard and your muscles shake and you sometimes break into a cold sweat. Heavy can be too heavy, the great thing is…you know, and you back off. Heavy builds bones (like a back-bone). It gives you something to work towards. Heavy makes you plan.

It’s curious how heavy and pushing are very different. When one pushes many times, even with the best intentions, it ends badly. If you are pushing and not paying attention to where you are going you ram into things. If you are pushing, someone walks away. Pushing by yourself ie: moving the baby grand piano by yourself from the living room to the dining room is just foolish. This is the definition of pushing, not asking for help and one of you spots the door trim and push/pulls and the other makes sure it does not come off the furniture dolly. Pushing makes your ‘innards’ fall out and your face red. I have decided pushing  is unattractive (especially if your ‘innards’ poke out).

So how do we “not” push or keep holding something that is plainly too heavy for us?

For me it has been the noticing. When are these events happening? What surrounds the choices?  Not ‘pushing’ for an answer or a how to solution. Ask for help. Take care before you get too red in the face.

Some days are heavy.

Some days are the vision of a Japanese Magnolia in bloom.

Some days are just as they should be.

Love you.