Monday, January 16, 2012

*Life is in the journey!* ~ Choosing Peace

Life's Inspirational Valiant Endeavors
~ Choosing Peace ~

I have yet to meet another human being who *doesn’t* live with worry, a modicum of regret or feel the steady downward pull of stress in their daily lives. If I could sit down to a cup of tea or even a warm doughnut, and discuss *The Journey* with the Dalai Lama himself, I would be most appreciative and humbled. I am amazed by his culture’s resilient spirit and their chosen path to peace and tranquility.

I, however, spent much of my twenties and thirties practicing the shadowy art of denial. My suffering eased, eventually, thanks to my younger brother’s keen intuition and love for me, when he suggested way-back-when, that whatever it was that I had been doing was apparently not working out so well, and that I might do myself and those around me a giant favor ~ and just do something about it already. Only, I didn’t quite understand what he was talking about at the time, because I was standing on the edge of that river, Denial, soaking wet, a deafening noise in my brain and furious with no one in particular.

Counseling seemed the answer in my early teens. The right someone (someone other than those closest to me, and whom I considered the source of my pain) listened to me for the first time in my young life. I see now it was on that therapeutic couch, literally speaking, that I first began to believe in the existence of my own voice.

Then Life happened. I grew up. I found my voice, but didn’t have a clue how to use it. Like a child with a new toy, I thought it was mine to covet. And rather than feel the uncomfortable process of self-actualization and accept peace into my life, I buried my head deep in the sand, eyes open for effect, and indulged my fears through self-preservation. Food, and the quest for love became my drugs of choice. I married my high school sweetheart. We had a baby, then two, then three. I, and my husband, lived relatively uncomplicated lives (outside of the pain still brewing inside of me, in the form of anger and resentment) on an artist’s meager but gloriously consistent salary, with a dog, two cats, a house full of kids, car payments, and a mortgage.

It was no Shangri-La, but looking back now, it was ~ Everything I always knew I wanted.

*Big Sigh*
Remembering the taste of sand 
between my teeth, makes me want to eat cake.

Here. Now. I am forty-three! My three children are immersed in those pivotal stages in their young lives, where I first entertained low self-esteem and self-deprecating behavior and attitudes ~ 13, 15 and 18 years old. And There, but for the grace of God, go they! It seems, one of my more modest life goals, has always been to try to live in a place of peace ~ without the aid of cake. Somewhere in my mid-thirties, (Yep, it only took me thirty-something years to access that part of my brain, folks.) I felt, for the first time, the irony of Life itself.

No longer drowning in the day to day monotony and the illusion of Life itself, and feeling reasonably confident that my voice would be heard by those closest to me, I lay my heart out on the table and took a leap of faith that no one would stomp on it.

And that is when I woke up. 

"A long time on a crooked road."
~ Joe, "Joe Versus the Volcano"

I awoke to the realization, that “Life is pain. You’ve got to scrape the joy out of it.” I was no novice, no stranger to pain. No one is. “Aye, there’s the rub!” (There, my friends, is the irony in Life. It is with little shame, that I just quoted Rod Kimble and William Shakespeare in practically the same breath!) 

Life IS in the journey! It’s a slow walk, naked, barefooted, and as if that weren’t enough of a lesson for us, bearing the weight in the struggle of those we love and those we despise as well, through ten-thousand miles of our own fear-driven conscience and consciousness. Hallelujah! Pass the gravy!

We are on one great, life-altering expedition into the unknown the moment our little hands and feet, and cheek, meet our mother’s breast, our father’s arms; and if we’re lucky, a warm blanket and a healthy sense of adventure.

Peace lies within, like a flower eager to open itself to the sun.  It has always been there inside of you. It flows through the life blood in each and every cell in our bodies, before we are even aware of the world outside of us. Its purpose ~ to teach us something profound, something we cannot live and thrive without. To teach us how to love ~ ourselves, and others.

It is my wish that, *Life is in the journey!* will serve all those who visit, as a most important and profound reminder, through Laughter, Tears of Awe and Joy, and through Peace... that there is comfort to be found in this journey we share.

We have only to choose to live our lives, "...awake and in constant, total amazement!"

Alexander Tsiaras’, “Conception to Birth” is, perhaps, one of the most beautiful and awe-inspiring stories we, as humans, have to tell. A mathematician by trade, Tsiaras shares his expertise and his talent for minute detail, with humility, in a lecture given ~ Here

~ Life is in the journey! ~

Peace My Friends!

“The best way out is always through.”
~ Robert Frost

It is not my wish to debate in this forum,
when *Life* begins.

It is my intention to celebrate *Life* in all stages and all forms,
here in this place among friends, and with a healthy dose of humility.
~ Thank you!


  1. So true! We're on a journey and the best thing we can do is drink it all in!

  2. So glad to see you here, Johanna! Thank you for stopping in for a visit! *Smile*

    I'm really hoping to make something of this new series *Life is in the journey!* Felt the need for some sort of an introduction to *my* journey. Though, it really only scraped the surface of my enlightenment.

    Enjoying your blog, Losing Sanity! I like your spirit!

  3. Life is hard. And the joy we get has to be cherishes, as cheesy as it sounds.

    Wonderful post!

  4. Hi, Lydia! Thanks! Maintaining some perspective is key, I've found. Even through trauma and tragedy, there's always someone whose pain is greater. A little empathy heals us all.

    My mom said to me years ago, "Most everyone walks around with a rock in their shoe. No matter how big or how small your rock is, it still hurts."

    Her advice allowed me to see that we all need to give ourselves a little room to feel the rock in *our own shoe*. But, that it is just as important to let it go eventually. Wise, wise woman.

  5. Oh my girl, you have a way with words! I think I keep saying that, but it bares repeating because I mean it. I come here to let my heart drink.
    Catherine Denton

  6. Dear Catherine, I love that! ~I come here to let my heart drink.~

    Love! Love!

  7. Stunning. Beautiful. Life is the journey. I have lost my sanity more times than I can remember. I have found ways to dig deeper and keep going in moments of pain. I have built walls around my heart and taken them down. I have sometimes shared openly and other times kept my thoughts and emotions to myself. Such is the life of a woman, a mother, a poet.

  8. Thank you, Lindsey! I am so psyched to hear your voice!

    Walls are certainly a construct of our own fears. Breaking them down, clawing at them when we must, reminds me of the baby chick.

    Not the ~soft, fuzzy yellow ones~, but the ~wet, weak, desperate for air ones~. In order to survive, body and soul intact, we must work hard for what we want. For that elusive, Peace, we must break out of the shell that's grown up around us. There comes a time when fresh air trumps quiet isolation.

    Wow! That either sounds profound or just silly. *wink*