Silence, Unhearing Ears, Waking Up...

The blog I used to have has been silent for over 2 years now. Because well, I've been trying to move on. Be the sand, move, shift, change, evolve, refine, resettle.

Physically we moved to Orlando. It's nice being closer to my family but the professional scene has been a struggle. With more time on my hands, I've been feeling like I need to purge, create, say something, write. They say you are what you do. Well lately I have been nothing. With back pain and the weight of the world that I have allowed to push me down mentally and spiritually I've just stopped moving. Sitting. Waiting. Sleeping. Dreaming. Barely Existing.

In the last week I was visited by my soul sister and in our doing nothing, she showed me everything. She is one of my favorite spirits and she makes my inner self remember that there is a whole lot of worthy inside of this being. I see God's love in her. For that and for her I will always be grateful.

So tonight I decided I needed to write. It's not a lot, but it is something. It's not just an item on my to do list, an errand, a task, one more burden to bear. But my creation. My mind at work. My soul saying something out loud.


Connection Collection

All kinds of people collect all kinds of things. Some people collect sea shells from beaches. Others collect fine wines and fancy art. People. That’s what I collect. My whole life. Tall ones and short ones. Fat ones and skinny ones. Red ones and yellow ones. Rich ones and poor ones. Mostly weird ones.

They don’t all look weird, well, at least not at first. Some do. Like my friend who is so tall he has to duck to enter the room. Or my other friend who is so pale he’s almost pink. And he’s round. As wide as he is tall but when he laughs, oh goodness, when he laughs, the whole room shakes with laughter around him. The pictures dance on the walls and every piece of glass reflects his light and every throat tickles with joy. Oh I love that about him. He’s good people. But he’s a bit weird to most people ‘cause they don’t get past him being round and pink and talking so much. But he’s one of my favorite people I’ve collected. We understand. Connected. There are a lot of connections if I think about it. Which I don’t do really do much of. Thinking about the people as a massive connection collection I mean.

There is a secret to it. Some think it’s an art or science you can teach. Heck, lecturers make millions selling books about winning friends and getting people to like you. But I’m going to give it to you for free. It is just as simple liking people first. Even if they’re a little different; ask them a question. Share a smile. Not everyone is going to like you back. That’s ok. Honestly, some people aren’t right for your collection. But some people, they will see you back. And they will not be afraid to show you their weird, to connect. That’s when you really know they’re your people. When the weird in you recognizes the weird in them, and it doesn’t have to be the same weird, just the spark that makes them, well, them. Buzz, pop, snap. Connection.