How in the heck can a speed bump ever be ironic? I’m just baffled and laughing at myself.
Yesterday morning, the cool and slightly interesting thing that I noticed while heading back home on my run was this one particular moment that I was able to witness. Two cars both going in opposite directions. Yet somehow they both manage to hit this speed bump at the exact same time. What was fascinating was that the one car on their way out of the community did not even pause a beat when they hit the speed bump. Literally just flew right over it. The other car was incredibly slow and cautious and rightfully so! It’s a pretty decent bump! They were driving a sedan and the other speedy person was in some type of sport utility vehicle.
After I witnessed that moment, the gears were turning in my mind. One of those metaphor moments where some people do not let anything impede their progress while others take things maybe a little too hesitantly. I had this whole conversation with myself about it for the next 10 minutes or so. After I got home though, I thought, naw, who needs to hear about the speed bumps that life throws at you. At least that is until this morning.
I have a marathon coming up in January (a week after I turn 50, yeehaw!) and so I’ve been expanding my run route in my community to roads that I do not normally run on. Saturday is the long run day, so I was going to do what I did last weekend but add a little more. No biggie. So, I am running this morning, haven’t even hit one mile yet and heading down this “new” road which I just expanded on last weekend. Very dark, streetlamps are out. Suddenly…BAM! Foot hits something and I start to stumble forward and I am like, You have got to be kidding me!!! I just tripped over this exact speed bump one week ago and told myself, in that moment, not gonna happen next week! But I did! I couldn’t help myself but to laugh. ESPECIALLY after my whole speed bump viewing scenario the morning before on a different street! How ironic.
I know I’m going to let this simmer in the back of my mind for the rest of the day as far as the message to myself. What is the universe trying to tell me?
Sometimes you must be cautious, sometimes you need to plow right through no matter the obstacle, and sometimes you just get tripped up no matter what. OR maybe that is a road that I never should go down ever again.
Hmmm. You hit a bump in the road of life that comes at you unexpectedly and almost miserably fall. The next time you willingly go down that same road again and the exact thing happens to you. Maybe you are looking to fall…Don’t.
I dunno. They are just speed bumps. Probably thinking too deeply again haha. On another slightly humorous note…there are no Speed Bump Ahead signs in my community.
I am a huge fan of Life.
I love living it. Almost seven
years ago I made the decision to begin living with purpose as opposed to just “living”/existing. I remember early on in 2013 when I discovered
Dr. Wayne Dyer something that he did daily that really struck a chord with
me. The very first thing he did was to
say Thank You three times as soon as his feet touched the floor as he was
getting out of bed. Starting the day off
with gratitude. That was something I
decided to add to the beginning of my laundry list of morning affirmations and
Thanksgiving comes once a year and is an amazing time to
connect with family and loved ones but Giving Thanks daily is something that
should not be overlooked. For me, it is
incredibly important to express my gratitude, my thanks for this amazing
abundant life I am living in. Sometimes
while walking around the house I pause and then it hits me. This wave of gratitude. It hitches my breath. It’s like an incredible dream that I am fully
immersed in. Yesterday morning, after my
run, I was walking around outside the house in cooldown and got to the
backyard. Looked towards the sunrise and
I lost my breath once again. I am not a
very good photographer, but I could not help but capture that moment of pure
I am so grateful for this community of WordPress in which
we can connect. Thank you for taking the
time to stop by and thank you so much for the messages in which you spread as well. I wish you all a very Happy
Thanksgiving! May you and yours be
filled with joy and harmony during this special time. Let’s continue to positively raise the
frequency of our world and Shine our Light.
Hi! You know I do
not usually stop to take pictures on my morning runs (mainly it’s usually too
dark anyway haha), but today was an exquisite exception. Since my Shift in consciousness six years
ago, I have taken a lot more interest in birds.
I mean…they fly! How cool is
that? I also noticed them more in the
mornings and the evenings…sunrise and sunset.
It’s like a ritual. They just all
sit out there welcoming the sun and then saying goodnight. Like loving friends. I could not help but to stop and take this
picture this morning because it looked to me to be a family. Mom and dad and their two kids. Just watching the sunrise and basking in its
warmth on this chilly Texas morning.
They reminded me of something that really kind of gave me
goosebumps a few years ago when I went to this running store called Red Coyote
Running in OKC. I finally was able to
get a good analysis of my running technique, stride, foot strike et al. They video you running on a treadmill and
then run it in slow motion. I thought it
was amazing but the thing that struck me the most was that every time the next
footfall comes…both feet are suspended in the air for the briefest moment. But…that’s like half the time I am running
that I am airborne? That is so awesome. 50% of my runs (and everyone actually) I am
flying just a little bit above the earth.
That is an incredible feeling when you put it into perspective. I mean I know I can never actually take
flight into the air but…I am…sort of.
On the flip side, with roller skating, I really open my
wings and soar. I Thrive. With my jam shuffle skate my feet are
generally always on the floor but the feeling…I am up in the air.
I’m laughing at myself now because I am thinking of INFJs
and how self-contradictory we can be.
How can I be part cat and yet be like a bird? I love it.
Take care everyone.
Let’s pray for healing this world in these uncertain times!
My mom had been on my mind and that is who I needed to write about. I still do. I wrote about her last moments here on earth and my time that I was fortunately able to spend with her before she moved on. I wouldn’t be here to write anything at all if she had made different choices in life. I am so happy she chose to have me, and I believe in my heart that I know she made the right choice as well.
Jean wanted to be a schoolteacher and Ashland College (now
Ashland University) is where that dream would come true. Along with college came meeting boys and for
her it was Patrick. They eventually
became intimate and with intimacy came the news that she was pregnant. As far
as I knew for years afterward was the story that Pat just cut his ties with her
and that was that. She wanted to have me
even though she wasn’t married and back in 1969 that was pretty taboo. Especially for a family like mine that gets
embarrassed over small family dramas.
There were some quick solutions though.
One was to drop out of college. Another
was to move into a small cottage out in the country when she began to
show. The cottage was on a farm down the
road from my great aunt and uncle who were good friends of the farmer and his
wife. Next, and shaking my head now
writing this at the absurdity, was where I was born. Luckily for the family, we lived very close
to the Pennsylvania border. They got
Jean set up with Sharon General hospital and that is where I was born. Want to know why? The local paper would not show my birth
record…it would be in another state.
Weird but that was the mentality back then. It’s like all the sudden Jean disappears and
then several months later reappears with a bundle of joy. You know what? So what.
She would have gone through all of that again if she had to.
She went back to college after a couple years and took me
with her. There were a couple very cheap
babysitters that she could rely on for support while in class. She finished college and achieved her goal as
a single mom. She was now a schoolteacher
and secured a Home Economics teaching position at an inner-city school in
Youngstown, OH. Primarily she was
teaching sewing for her first several years which was a humorous detriment to
myself. Detriment at the time and
humorous now. She made a LOT of my
clothes. Don’t get me wrong though, that
woman could sew with the best of them. I
believe I drew a line in the sand back in the 80s when I wanted a pair of
Jordache jeans like all the other kids and she made me her own version. It didn’t not go over well with the other
kids. I was called Generic Jordache. I was mortified BUT as she saw how distressed
I was…got me a really cool pair of Jordache jeans.
I believe I was 10 or 11 years old when I made a discovery
in the basement. An old box with knickknacks
and things and some old letters? From
Patrick. Wow. No emails back in the late 60s and Pat had a
way with words. Every letter had a different
greeting, Dear Sweetie Pie, Dear My Darling
Doll etc, you get the idea. They were
all pretty rated G and full of lovey dovey talk. I was very intrigued though and could read
very well with, thanks to my mom, and extraordinary vocabulary for my age. There were a lot of letters to read
through. This is the closest I have come
to knowing my biological father and my mom’s relationship with him. I got to the last letter in the stack. It was a different tone right off the bat
because it started off, Dear Jean…that’s strange. I felt hollow at the end of it. Numb even.
Even to this day probably the most soul ripping words I had or ever will
read. I will just give the wavetops. He wanted her to get an abortion. He had his whole future ahead of him
etc. I took that letter to the backyard
and burned it. My life was never the
same since. My relationship with my
mother took on a whole other meaning.
She chose me. Me. She had the courage to live in her own truth
For several years I was also a bit insecure though as
well. I thought of myself as a
mistake. An error that God made. Oops.
I always felt so different than everyone else and WAS so different than
everyone else that I always attributed it to my being that mistake. The funny thing is…God doesn’t make
mistakes. I was born for a reason and I
am here for a reason. I will continue to
shine my light until my last breath. My
mom brought me into this world. She took
care of me, she nurtured me, and I honor her here and now and Always. I love you, Mom.
Hi there! I felt the
need to highlight something that I glossed over / overlooked when I was writing
my ReNewal (3) blog post. I was on my
run this morning and doing as I do, I either reflect on the past, look forward
to the future, and also enjoy the moment I am in (particularly breathing, Love
It). So, I was reflecting on my 2013 “Awakening”
/ Shifting year and feeling the gratitude that encompasses it all. But I remembered a Crucial Key that I just
breezed right over in that aforementioned blog post. There was something else in the background at
that time and dawned on me this morning.
I wrote how I was comfortable with the idea of giving up the “dream job”
being a general’s aide in order to assist my incoming boss who was panicking
that I was leaving, and he would be left to fend alone. There WAS something else. My Soul Sister was deployed to Afghanistan
beginning the summer of 2012. It was
strange being on the other end of sending letters and care packages as opposed
to receiving them whilst downrange. She
was always in the forefront of my mind in wishing her well, praying for her
safe return. She was coming back at the
end of July 2013 and was going to be on leave for quite a while. She had this amazing week planned where we
would meet up in Las Vegas and really paint the town. There was one small problem with this plan
though. When I got the job as the
general’s aide, I would NOT be going on the dream vacation / reunion with my
sister. I would be at a general’s beck
and call. I knew she would be incredibly
disappointed and so would have I, even double so as I am on the more empathic
side picking up her disappointment on top of my own. Law of Attraction-wise…I know that deep deep
down I would have wanted to see her again after being separated for more than a
year rather than getting that dream job that I knew was mine. In the blog, ReNewal (3), I got the word that
I didn’t get the position, felt the relief wash over me and an eagerness to Get
to Work for my new boss………and put in my leave papers to go to Las Vegas to be
with my sister. On the run this morning,
I realized what my Heart truly wanted to do.
Be together again with my best friend and see her with my own eyes
knowing that she was back home. Safe and
sound. She truly was the Crucial Key to
get me to my REAL dream job in San Antonio later that year. Amazing!
Who wins in a battle?
A battle against yourself? Well,
hopefully yourSelf wins as opposed to yourself.
On my morning run this morning I was reflecting on the past which I do
not normally do. You know how thoughts
are, sometimes coming out of no where like objects floating through outer
space. I was reflecting on the darker
side of the Law of Attraction and my own personal battle. I’ll keep to the wavetops and make as light
as possible because there are moments during this dark year that I had which are
extremely personal, extremely dark and have only shared it with my two closest
friends / soul sisters. However, to the
I went to Afghanistan and came home to find my wife of
10yrs had left me for someone else. I didn’t
even know there was another person until four months after I got home. I just know those four months were bleak. All the while during this time my mother is
back home in Ohio fighting stage IV colorectal cancer. My wife finally told me she wanted a
divorce. Shocked. I was in shock. The type of personality I am and the way I
opened myself up to two becoming One reallllllllllly devasted me. I was feeling despair. A few months later my mom passed away. Single mom who did the best she could raising
a little boy on her own (with grandma 😊)
moved on to the next stage of life. I
was literally all alone. The impending
divorce created what felt like a rift in my soul. A despair so deep that most of the time even
breathing was a struggle. My mom’s
passing was absolutely terrible. I
became virtually nothing but a being who was dwelling in their own misery.
Not long after my mom passed away, I found out that our unit was going to deploy again in the fall but to Iraq, a new place. It was early spring at the time and when I found out I knew I had to get out. I wasn’t fit. My three-year obligation after commissioning was coming up in June. I started the paperwork and got out, but…I lingered. My wife was still in the area as a schoolteacher. I just couldn’t find a way to leave. The despair had me swirling around a circle in Fayetteville, NC.
Here it was in action. The Law of Attraction in the worst way that whole year. Always expecting something worse to happen and the worst happens…over and over again. Attracting more darker energy…
I became a homeless person.
I had a car and a little bit of savings.
I lived out of my car. Gas
stations and baby wipes became a way of life for hygiene. I had a decent plan on sleeping in a safe
place every night. The apartment complex
I lived in before I got out was a gated community and we had a sticker in the
windshield…a sticker that was never removed.
This particular apartment complex had two others in the area that used
the exact stickers. I rotated between
the three locations each night for almost four months.
I couldn’t leave, I just couldn’t. Mentally I was stuck in a loop. Despair.
Hope. Maybe she’ll come back to
me. Maybe maybe maybe.
For some reason it seemed to make sense to go to bookstores
and the library to hangout. Read. Catch cat naps. After a couple months it started to dawn on
me some of the same people I was seeing at the same locations. Homeless vets. Backpacks.
It was so bizarre and yet made some kind of weird sense. I was beginning to follow the migratory
patterns of a homeless vet near Fort Bragg.
I knew that eventually I would have to lose the car, grab a pack and
TAP TAP TAP. I was
woken up at 6am in one of the apartment complex parking lots. A female police officer was waking me up with
her flashlight on my window. “Sir,
someone has noticed that you have been sleeping in your car an awful lot around
here…” I made up some kind of excuse
about how my wife and I were having problems…not too far from the truth. “Well you can’t sleep in your car, sir…”
Finally. A catalyst
to snap me out of it. A break in the vicious
mental loop. Just enough to hear the
Voice, “Go Home”. It was just enough
time for that Voice to create an interruption and my resolve to end this came
pouring out. This was a true test of my
resiliency and whether or not I would actually Listen to the guidance being
given to me. I really wanted to give in
to the despair. To abandon my car and
just become…Nothing. A shadow. That resiliency in my Soul brought me back. To Fight for my Life. To Live.
I decided to pull a card today from the Butterfly Oracle
Cards for Life Changes by Doreen Virtue.
I wanted to write something at least once a week and the Wednesday mid-week
scene seemed the best time. I just was a
bit unsure though. I have a lot to talk
about but some of these things just do not feel right, right now. Hence the card pulling and see what I Feel
from that. Body Changes. Well that’s interesting. Definitely a lot has transpired there in the
last 25yrs or so. The funny/amazing
thing is that now that I am closing in on 50 in six months, I feel better than
I did at age 20. Seriously, it’s fascinating. I remember in my 20s I would develop
injuries/pain in my ankles and shins back in my Marine Corps days. In my 30s, I was having issues with my knees
on a regular basis. By late 30s/early
40s it was my lower back on top of all of that.
I was breaking down as the years wore on. But……….
By age 43 I changed what I ate (became a vegetarian) and developed my holistic mind/body/spirit regimen. Six years later, as I reflect on the time that has gone by…I feel Great. So much so that I signed up for my next marathon, albeit not until Jan 2020 (and will be approx. a week after I turn 50). The body mind spirit connection is so incredible and you hear these truly inspiring stories out there about older individuals completing the most monumental achievements. I think the one that sticks out the most is a 94yr old lady who was a two-time cancer survivor who became the oldest woman to complete a half-marathon (San Diego Rock-n-Roll 2017), BUT it wasn’t two years earlier that she became the oldest woman to complete a full marathon at 92. Amazing.
The human body is an incredible machine if you treat it
with the utmost respect that it deserves………it’s You.