Reflecting

( I LOVE this painting by Salvador Dali, the swans are looking at there reflections, and seeing different things...it happens to all of us.)

I often reflect on things in my life...

things that happen, things that have happened, what is about to happen, etc.

Today I got to thinking about who I am and what is truly important to me as a person...

I reflected on my life and how I grew up, and who I was and who I sometimes thought I was.

It is really weird when you come to find the inner essence of who YOU are as a person, and it can be scary at times, it is a true awakening of your soul.

It started when I took a drink of water out of the water fountain at the gym.

Ya, I am a little weirded out by it, but I know people who wouldn't go near the thing.

I then thought back to when I was a child and how I grew up outdoors..doing things some little girls have never done.

I am a pioneer, an adventurer, dare devil if you will.
I have tried to be different things, thought I could be prissy, what's the word I am thinking of...High Maintenance.

But then, I come back down to earth.
I am so blessed that I have that ability.
It is so important to me to have this in my life, it is part of the reason I am so into yoga, it allows you to really reflect on yourself, and not only appreciate your flaws, but love them and embrace them.


Who are YOU, are YOU in there?

The little things

I feel like sometimes I get so consumed by Things. When those things really do not matter at all. I had a realization this morning when I was in the bathroom and the loud sound of birds having their morning chat caught my attention. I opened the bathroom window to see this dead tree FILLED with these beautiful doves. I sat for a moment watching them fill the dead tree with life, and chatting it up profusely with the little black birds on the telephone wire next door. I watched in awe as the birds moved spots and wondered what they were talking about... then came these big hawks with their wings fanned out flying low next to the doves and the other little black birds. The birds started fluttering away, at least the little black birds did. I wonder if they felt scared..

Anyways life is about the little things,
taking a moment to watch the birds, or the quietness of the the still bay.
It is not about cell phones, or material items (not counting my yoga mat) :)

Take a moment, for today, life for the moment...its all a big mystery.