Mantra of the week, perhaps: It is not what if.
I have always silently enough thought of myself as quite self-centered and selfish. Then, after a long, long and rather loosely bonded chain of events, a perception-altering realization struck me out of nowhere at a delicatessen in a food store ordering half an pound of oven roasted turkey and half an pound of swiss cheese. No longer than three splitting seconds, this is a great example of Before and After. Right then and there, I understood that I am a little, to mildly put it, more selfless than I thought.
I grieve for the losses of others more than I prosper for my gain. Finally, I realize I was and am able to seep deep into darkness to help the voyage to Light happen for some. Before I make myself sound like a God’s gift to the world, well, we all are gifts to each other from Creation. Twists and turns of this concept begone for now. So, anyway, this paragraph fits in the toothless, gapped smile I have as the puzzle of my life like one of those doorways to a funhouse at a carnival with a huge hole of an abyss in the middle. Well, that might be going a little too far. Anyway, this understanding completely magnifies the core of my lived mysteries; some of the relationships I have had.
Sorrow is reason enough to expand your horizon of reason. Happiness is reason enough to deliver eye contact to all: or it could be the other way around, a way to create happiness. I will tell you some towns will be full of blank-eyed, motionless lips, and limp limbs and some others will be supple with gently glowing eyes, smiles that sprinkle smiles, and defined-with-appreciation arms and legs. It is truly beneath the ground you walk on. We never know how many unhappy or happy graves we walk over. Some situations are dire enough to remind you that it is really your choice of how to look at things no matter how concrete they may seem to the eye of the physical mind or the beating heart. For example, the smell of genuine pizza makes me happy and if it is doused in salty air, I easily mistake it for a transcending experience.
“All that matters is how you get out of the pothole.” Donna the Four-Generation Medium stared straight in my eyes like no other would. “Life is like baking a cake. It is all a process.” she also said.
Compassion is a gentle yet powerful way to reach out as well as receive. If I would look at Compassion as a plant. I would think it grew inward not outward because dirt has rocks, bugs, worms, various frequencies of molecular being, and that would teach the growing plant how to develop the balance Compassion requires. Compassion is not because of the breeze you experience on your skin when you are at the beach. It develops because of the blows you experience in life. Of course, Compassion doesn’t automatically pop up in your life. It is a Choice just as many things are. Right and Wrong had to be invented after the word Control came to be. There are just things, choices, and decisions. They all are to choose from. Right and Wrong force you in a box and chances are you will die in it. Life cannot go on like that,…not for me. Compassion can deepen when you forgive yourself for what you want to take back from having done in your life. Then, you can help yourself and others. Compassion the plant will be pulled out to be consumed like great carrots and potatoes. Potatoes served many as a part of their means for survival. Maybe Compassion will be seen as a part of our survival kit sooner than later. I ask that we see it as necessary much sooner than the skies turn any redder at night.
Stephanie Gasco knows that Life perhaps is a Teacup from which we all must sip, and sips with great zest indeed.