The Air of Possibility
Today my blog journey took me in many directions, but eventually I found myself here, where I found this excerpt:
“My burden is weighty but it is not heavy. My burden brings smiles, but it is serious. My burden is for the weak as well as the brave, the young and the old. My burden is a gift, but also an obligation. My burden comes easily some days, but on others, it is a task requiring forethought and effort. My burden is light. To give light, to spread lightness, to spread lightheartedness and engender an airy feeling, an aura of optimism and possibility – that is my burden. I shall carry it gladly and with resolve.
How important it is to laugh, to feel free to create and explore and grow and make mistakes. All those great advances need light in order to thrive. Take away the light, the air of possibility – please do not – for then self expression, dreams and endeavors shall die, withering on the vine for lack of sustenance and light. For without light all things perish.”
I think it speaks very accurately about what happens when there is an awareness of our moral burden, and by its very acknowledgement of this burden, it also accurately reflects the phenomena that occurs when we are unable to employ the ability to visualize “the air of possibility”. It speaks deeply to my truth, reflecting both my interior sentiment that it is our responsibility in this world to bring light and joy into the lives of others; and yet it also gives space to my present inability to extend my reach beyond my own darkness. This place where I exist today — this quiet and unsettling silence — is mildly threatening and uncomfortable, and yet it also offers me some semblance of calm, and safety, and peace.
There is so much I would like to speak about today, but lately I’ve been convinced that it is best that I stay quiet, and keep my thoughts trapped inside my head, because I don’t wish to diminish my forward movement. I prefer to wait until my thoughts can be reassembled into a more accurate version of light. I don’t want my words to erase the air of possibility.
Today I am sincerely extending my best wishes to each of you in 2013.
May we all move forward into the New Year with the air of possibility fresh on our lips.
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about me: I’m a fifty-ish person that has lived for many years with major depression, as well as PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder), DID (dissassociative identity disorder), BPD (borderline personality disorder), BAD (bipolar affective disorder, sometimes known as manic depression), and a host of other equally inconvenient labels that persistently get in the way of me living a quiet and otherwise normal life.
Generally speaking, these conditions can mostly be traced back to my ongoing journey of recovery from a very abusive and humiliating version of childhood that left me feeling unlovable and damaged and broken. The psychological and physical damage have carried over into adulthood, and although it’s often been an uphill battle, as the years have progressed, I’ve learned more and more about how to adapt. I’m always open to exploring new methods that might improve my quality of life, and I believe in sharing information with others that might be traveling a similar journey. My hope is that my blog space might help inspire, or encourage. We’re in this together.
Some days, we simply have to hang on long enough to allow the scenery to change. Those days will pass. Really, they will.
Some of my history: I was married for eighteen years to a man who was mostly kind and gentle, and we shared a lot of laughter and love. During this time, I was fortunate to be given the opportunity to raise two uniquely different sons who are now grown and married, and still surprise me on a fairly regular basis. Despite being raised in a home affected by a parent struggling with psychological issues, they have matured into decent and kind young men.
I’m also lucky to have two daughter-in-laws that are both excellent moms and very strong women. They are what every mother hopes for when their son finds a life partner. Additionally, I’m blessed with three beautiful grandchildren, who are all three nearly grown now, even though Nana tends to forget that they aren’t babies anymore. To me, they’ll always be my precious sweeties.
These days I do what I can to continue in my determination to survive, (and thrive), and in the process try to appreciate the beauty that surrounds me. I make an intentional effort to keep an open mind and an open spirit. Despite the negatives or challenges that can punctuate any life experience, I spend a considerable amount of time being grateful and appreciative of my overall life journey. I like to learn, so I’m always asking questions. I believe if we can help someone, we should, and that a generosity of spirit is not a sign of weakness, but rather, a gift of love.
In the end, I expect to pass from this life with more questions than answers, and I’m okay with that. Really.
I chose the photo above as a reminder to notice the beautiful, and because the energy of the vibrant colors contrasted against the delicate wings of the butterfly speaks to my sense of continuity and balance. Thanks for visiting my blog today.
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Hi, Nancy — I did visit weed image (fascinating) and left a comment for the blogger. I am glad to hear from you. It is important to cradle our light sometimes with quiet and solitude.
Your blog reminds me of that saying by Doug Larson
“A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.”
Who wants to be in a neat little row? We are unique. I see my neighbors our trimming their lawns, pulling weeds, spraying for weeds, and chopping them down. Weeds are resilient. You may feel as if you need to hold it in at this time, and that is OK. When I was a little girl, my favorite flowers were the weeds. The tiny yellow ones, the poofy dandelions, the prickly purple ones. Those made the best bouquets for my tea parties. Weeds survive, so will we my friend.
It is within these begin stages that what something appears to be may in fact be something altogether different and trying to define it, contain it, explain it, forces it in a direction it wasn’t meant to go. The Possibilities are endless. Best wishes for the new year.
Sometimes being silent is the best thing — the more I complain the more I focus on what’s bothering me. Not to solve it, change it, or get beyond it, but to rehash it repeatedly. So good luck with that.
And have a wonderful New Year!
Thank you Nancy for sharing my blog post here. I sincerely appreciate your interpretation of it, and I hope my weeds and what they inspire in me, can inspire others. Let us move into the light and soak it up! If we cannot spread it at the moment, we can still benefit by soaking it up, and storing up energy to create possibilities. And thank you, thejourneyofmyhealing I LOVE the quote by Doug Larson! He and you must live in my mental neighborhood! Happy New Year all!