Subtle Sins

Sometimes in life people commit acts they are less than proud of, they do things covertly and find ways to be coy and less than honest. Perhaps it starts with a smile, a wink, a little flirtatious conversation and posturing. After all, you are not truly doing anything wrong, it is just a bit of flirting. I guess most of us have participated in this type of behavior a few times in our life, it is part of life's dance of courtship and is built into the core if our beings, no doubt a primal instinct that helped in ensuring sexual activity occurred and the population increased. The basal instincts in man and woman are just this, and some are better at this mating dance than others . It becomes a problem in modern day in that for me personally I have never been skilled at the art of being coy and flirtatious, I guess it's something we either excel at or fail at to one degree or another.

In many of my relationships this skill has been my undoing. Not so much due to my lack of finesse at performing and engaging in said activity, but in my past partners level of participation in these " subtle sins" with other females and their eventual wanderlust and straying outside of a monogamous relationship. Mild flirtation is to some degree tolerable, but when it escalates to a level that disintegrates a relationship, it crosses a boundary line that seems to become easier and easier to venture across. I fell prey to this the first time twenty or so years ago, I never saw it coming and was blind-sided and hit like a ton of bricks. I would say my first experience in this type of situation hurt the most, but I also learned the most from it. I would like to say it never happened again , but it has several times. Each time I have seen the signs earlier and earlier, but the situation has never been preventable on my part. I would venture to state that after the initial experience, I have just learned fighting back is futile for me. A big part of this is that my core feelings tell me when someone ventures down the slippery slope of this mating dance, that the wanderer is dissatisfied with their current partner and desires a new and more exciting experience. I shut down and let the person continue down their slope until they get to where they wish to be. By that time, romantic feelings and inclinations in me dissipate, and I am hurt to the point of no longer being interested in someone that I had been faithful to in every sense of the word . When one invests their core being in a relationship and this type of transgression is committed, trust levels dwindle to an extremely low level. Without trust, any type if relationship is bound to crumble, erode and split to pieces. I can honestly say I wish I did not have such a degree of understanding of situations such as these, but I do, having experienced it first hand as well as seeing others go through the dissolution of their own relationships. Personally, watching others endure some of the situations they encounter in their romantic relationships is far more agonizing that what I can personally attest to.

So it brings things around full circle, some would say they learned from what they went through and try again to enter into a relationship and attempt to reach that pinnacle of trust and love once again. Others will spurn any relationship in the future, only participating in shallow and non- committal experiences. You see when one has had the rug pulled out from under them, it is a very individualized psyche that develops and either lets us forgive, forget and either repair or move on to something different, or nothing at all. I lay no blame on either party or sex, it takes two to tango as they often say. For me better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all .I have hope and faith that life holds many good things in store for all of us, and continue to venture out on the proverbial limb to experience the joy and knowledge that relationships bring us. Certainly the price of such wisdom can be burdensome at times, but lessons we learn in life from all relationships we forge, including friendship, romantic, co-workers and family help us understand ourselves and others much more clearly.


       ~~~ balance in everything~~~

Changes

One of the absolutes in life is change, no matter what the situation we can expect it to occur, even when we believe it is unnecessary or even wasteful. Some of the changes occur due to passage of time, we age and people we know and love die, they move away, they change jobs, they marry, have children, the scenarios are countless and we all know there are countless types of change.

For me, change is usually a good thing. Even when I have to change my activity due to the fact that I am getting older and much less nimble, it is a good thing due to the fact it prevents me from injuring myself and helps me to find other methods of doing things that I have always done.

It is the changes we cannot predict, that bother me the most. You see someone finally get promoted to the position they have been waiting so long for, until the last minute, you forget it means they will no longer be directly in your circle. When this happens I see the past come floating into my mind, thinking of all the funny, sad, and great times I shared with that person. Thank goodness for the memories, or I would feel a sadness that would never lift.

Other changes one adapts to as best they can, you can see those coming, but it still means adapting to things being different and remembering to do things the new way.This can be especially difficult when one has become so firmly esconced in processing the given task in the same way for a very long period of time.

Although we often do not like change, the best result can be obtained by acceptance and doing one's best to adapt and move forward without too much complaining or irritation. Keep the memories to fuel you, and realize there are new ones yet to be made.

~balance in everything~

The Niche Under the Stairs

A friends mention of her closet and the seemingly endless supply of space contained within, transported me back to a place I had long forgotten. As a young child I spent countless hours in a small closet that fit neatly under the stairs in my childhood home. The door was made out of ribbed wood, and had a latch that turned. Inside was a light bulb with a small pull chain, lighting this small, cozy space making it perfect for a hideaway to transport a small child into her dream world and escape from the everyday life at my house. Most of the time this closet was used to store things, but some of the time I spent in it was wonderful and the ideal place for the youngest of five in a busy house. Seems many things stored under there were no longer used within the house, used variably or seldom used. I recall the Electrolux vacuum being one of the items, an old china lamp of a French Lord and Lady wearing powder wigs and not having a lamp shade any longer. A picnic basket was stowed under there as well, this was utilized on some of the family excursions via the station wagon to visit relatives or take a trip.I would ferret myself away in this little niche under the stairs, crayolas and a coloring book in hand to spend some happy time away from the hustle bustle of my older brothers and sister. As time went by, I might take a book in there to read. It was a wonderful escape for me, giving me respite from the outside world within my home, and a safe haven to imagine things and occupy my time. I even recall falling asleep in there a few times. Funny, I do not recall when I stopped spending time in there. Then I recall my parents blocked off the closet under the stairs, it was part of the kitchen remodeling project. Then ended my niche under the stairs, and oddly I have not thought of it again until today, and fondly I recall that little cozy space and it made me smile and feel a part of my past that was a "warm fuzzie" and will remain in a happy spot in my memory bank. Thank you Marti, for your part in transporting me back!

Laundry and Life

    Sitting here awaiting the completion of the wash cycles sure gives me time to contemplate many things. For nearly two months I have come to the laundromat to wash my duds and linens. The demise of my washer and dryer just days apart made this weekly journey a necessity . The most laborious part of this weekly endeavor is getting it to my vehicle. Most weeks I have accomplished that feat with the able assistance of the two sons and "da nephew", that too has been a blessing. Most times they also tote it in when I return . Getting many loads washed and dried in less time than at home has been a blessing as well. This time away is well-spent, never quite the same way twice. One time I had a lively and lovely conversation with a woman my age and in a similar life-mode. We found common ground immediately and enjoyed some great exchanges of life stories and ideas. Sometimes eccentric individuals engage me in conversation, and even these conversations are interesting and provide needed adult contact with the world outside of my co-workers and home dwellers. The routines many keep surrounding their laundry are often interesting and entertaining, in short, each time here has been enriching in its own unique manner .  I guess I am glad for the difference this unexpected change in my domestic routine has given me. I know it will be some time before I get the cash together to purchase a new laundry pair, but even the thoughts of that have given me fertile ideas and plans to hopefully execute in the future. I guess I never expected the displeasure over the demise of my two most used appliances to make a difference, but it has. Take today, I have had the time and opportunity to work on a blog entry. I enjoy my blog writing, and though I will never earn money doing this, I enjoy crafting my tale, developing the story and putting the words to "paper", then committing the words to a blog posting. In this case, I am entering my words on my trusty IPhone . Though the keyboard is small, it is easy to enter the words, edit and make the final copy to be set down as another entry in my ramblings. Though I am not a "writer" as such, I feel pride and satisfaction in producing my little vignettes. Do they make a difference? Sure, for me, mostly, but someone may read and it may inspire them to some sort of realization or action in their own lives. Just as I enjoy cooking, I cannot call myself a Chef, and though I sew and create seeing, needlework and other fabric arts, I am by no means an artist. Despite this, all my activities bring meaning to my life and make me the person I am and strengthen my mind, body and soul. I do these things for me, not to impress others. Life is too short to worry about pretentious acts to make others think I am anything but what and who I am.

In the humbling act of weekly laundry, I have found gratitude, solitude and enrichment, things I never found when staying within the walks of my home and completing the same ritual. It makes me proud of my strength, my abilities and my keen mind ever churning and making sense out of life's daily actions. Truly simplicity can find one grace and fortitude to keep marching forward with life's challenges , they are put there for reason and rhyme, of that I am certain.
                                                                ~Balance in all things~

Stepping Outside

There comes a time in everyone's life where you get caught up in the undertow and it feels as though you will never be released from the vortex you are caught in. I am thankful those times in my life are few and far between. Watching others in their struggles can often be nearly as difficult and a slippery slope to try to scale to assist the other person. You see, the key is you need to walk beside them and offer someone and something to hold onto, but in reality that other person has to truly do the work to get themselves released from that negative undercurrent. Sounds easy, but in most cases it truly is not. We tend to get so self-absorbed in the entire situation when we are floundering, that we lose perspective on where we have been, where we are and where we need to go. No one truly enjoys misery and being in the gloomies, but raising oneself from the "dead" is a hard lift to begin and complete. It takes strength, courage and pure determination to chip away at it, one step at a time. It seems to me one if the most difficult aspects is stepping outside of oneself, peering back in and figuring out the steps and path to take to begin the journey one needs to undertake. For me, that involved becoming cognizant of my strengths and weaknesses, and radically accepting the situation at hand.  For me, I also needed to learn to assist others in their plights, for in aiding others one gains a sense of purpose and increases their self worth to a degree that buoys and lifts them, giving the needed energy to continue one's own personal life journey. I learn so much from my own struggles, as well as from others . But one needs to remember to also focus on achievements, no matter how small or insignificant they may seem at the time. Each small degree of climb out of the depths brings us closer to brighter days and better times, which is why stepping outside of oneself is so very critical to success in ones own personal journey. Humans are truly not designed nor meant to journey through life without the support, company and wisdom of others. Solitary journeys sometimes are good, but most often we need others to make for a truly satisfying and meaningful experience.




~Balance in all things~

Giving Thanks

Some few days before Thanksgiving arrives and I am sitting alone in a dark and peaceful space thinking of the weeks to come. Life holds so many twists and turns, our handling of them ultimately decides much of our journey as well as the mindset we bring along with us. Bad things inevitably occur along our pathways in life. Despite the best of plans, some darkness must cross into our way to assist us in being able to recognize the true and dearest joys within our lives. I do not feel these negative events occur to punish us, but rather to enlighten us and help to refill our well of gratitude's as well as give us perspective on where we need to go and what we need to do to get to that endpoint.

As I sit here in the beautiful glow of a flickering wood stove, I am reminded that life's most wonderful pleasures and treasures are right within our grasp and cost us nothing but time and faith that things will go the way they should go for us. If all of us truly look at each of our days, we can find daily gratitude's to pay mind to and utter aloud. Often we miss so many things we have that enhance and make our lives wonderful every day.

Now it is Thanksgiving day, I have worked and had some sleep, and continue to ponder on thanks in my life. I am thankful not only for my job but for the mere ability to be able to work. So many are unemployed, out of work due to illness and I think many take the obvious for granted. I am thankful to have decent health, sufficient food, a wonderful home, friends to enjoy and family that I love nearby. Traditions have changed as I have grown older, but I realize this is just part of the rhythm of life itself. I am grateful to have had two parents who loved one another and raised five strong children into five adults. I am grateful to have had an older brother who I looked up to in a multitude of ways, though he has left this earthly plain, Gary will always be a part of me with many wonderful memories to make me smile often.  I am grateful for my own three adult children, each has made me have pride in them. I am thankful for other loved ones in my life that hold me up and give me strength, happiness and wisdom. I am grateful for all who support me emotionally and walk with me in my daily journey in life. I am also grateful for the intense positive attitude I have been blessed with and my ability to see everyday the best side of things possible, as well as the opportunity to learn from my errors and negative experiences along the way. For me, the glass has always been half full and I am grateful for that. I am confident that my life will continue to be filled with good and bad times that I can learn from and use to move forward .

I have no magical formula, only a belief that life is a wonderful gift that I am grateful for and appreciate more each passing day and year. May you all find the thanks and gratitude's in each of your own life's journeys.
~Balance in all things~

At Arm's Length

In this world it seems people all have different needs for their personal space as well as desire for physical proximity to others, not just with strangers but in their given and chosen relationships they have in their life. Research has shown most folks need several arms lengths between themselves and total strangers. Situations such as elevators and other space issued situations cause uneasiness and anxiety for many people. Call it your comfort zone, we all have them and I have observed they vary greatly from person to person, as well as from situation to situation. It is understandable in the stranger situation where ones tolerance level to proximity to an unknown person or group of people causes discomfort. What puzzles me is when individuals in relationships of a much more known and intimate level, distance and create barriers to avoid physical closeness with family, friends and even lovers. The very person you love needs and desires to be close to you, that is most of the time. In a fledgling relationship, often times the need for closeness can often border on overwhelming, but that is when individuals are gaining trust, respect and want to let the other person feel loved, wanted and needed. Once a level of comfort is gained, often times the need for physical closeness diminishes, but remains an important facet to the relationship.

Finding a match in reality that most closely mirrors ones own intimacy and physicality imprint is a daunting task at times.  Often we hope for the very best but end up accepting what we find in our partners in life and romance.  Sometimes this can be labeled "settling" and sometimes it is just a radical acceptance of someone whom fits our needs and interests most closely in every other way. It seems one can never truly get a perfect match in all areas of our lives, so we strive to get the best we can and make it work for us within the framework of what works for us in a given situation. We all have our own personal limits of what we want, versus what we can tolerate, and accept to be relatively happy and stable individuals.

Sometimes I think what happens with couples is that we grow too accustomed to one another, and one partner often ends up more on the giving end than the receiving end, often times at their own hands and acceptance of what the other person is willing to give or offer in terms of intimacy. In life nothing should ever be a 50/50 proposition, each person should come to the table prepared to give 100 percent of themselves, when there is a deficit, then the total will still most likely always exceed what the relationship requires to be mutually satisfying. It is key not to take anything or anyone for granted, they could be gone tomorrow for any given or unexpected reason, and leave one reeling in the pain of loss. Healthy, good and mutually satisfying relationships require work on the parts of all individuals involved. Being stingy with ones affection, time or assistance can eventually cause an erosion and/or meltdown of the entire situation, causing damage that may become permanent or irreparable Keeping a watch on the simmering pot of any relationship is the full responsibility of all involved individuals. As in most situations, communication is one of the key elements to keeping things simmering, and not boiling over, or drying out.

In summary, keeping your fingers on the pulse of one another can truly keep things percolating along and just strengthen and maintain what a good relationship is meant to be. One just needs to take the time to listen, look and think. Put yourself in the place of the other person on a regular basis is a good way to avoid results that will make for vexation and disappointment in your life.

~Balance in all things~. 

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