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Marie Lukasik Wallace ~ # I LIVE Poetry – I'm passionate about life and writing and all things creative and poetic!


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Be Willing to Live with Vagueness

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Hello, post #2 here.

Today I wanted to talk to you about some important advice given to me 20 years ago for a language class and how it applies to real life.

You see, we think we have to KNOW all the answers; or understand all that is going on or even want to control the outcome or situation of something happening in our lives.  When in reality, if we sit back and are present, enjoying the moment it’s so much better.  We are neither worrying about the past nor anxious of the future.  There’s fun in the not knowing what’s going.  Really! Sometimes things come out even better than we imagined!

CASE IN POINT:

It was HAPPY THURSDAY!  Do you get it?  Happy Thursday, and so it required a skip in my step because it was a day I always looked forward to – an element of surprise.  It was my adventure to be willing to live with vagueness.

When I got to the door, it had a sign on it that read:  Enter my Queen.  A rush of adrenaline pumped my veins! I could hardly contain the excitement.  First, a girl mostly always likes the idea of being “Queen for a day,” second, Joe had consistently been reciprocating SURPRISES with me. One of the few guys who had.

Thoughts of : “I wonder what he’s up to?  Where will we go?” entered my head.

And more thoughts: “I do have to teach tomorrow, and I need to stop by the art store on the way.  I wonder how that will work with the plans?”

As I slowly entered the door, I noticed rose petals trailed to the bedroom.

Now, I KNOW what you might be thinking is my surprise…but wait for it…wait for it.On the bed was a Queen’s costume with a note that asked me to get dressed and wait until he arrived.  Oooooooh!

The dress had glittery gold and lace and it was gorgeous!  Annnnnd.  It fit.  I waited with anticipation when there was a knock on the door, when he opened it up he was handsomely dressed as a king and had a blind fold in his hand.  Yes!  A big surprise awaits!

His sister was at the front door and was dressed as a chauffeur.  Anticipation was building inside me.  I felt I could explode at any moment!  I chose to stay present.  As I entered the “limo,” he blindfolded me.   ooh…yeah…more excitement building.  Out of curiosity, more than a need to know,   I turned on all my senses to try and detect where I was…and then came the familiar railroad track thump and then a road bump, bump.  We were at Rosemary’s!

When he took the blindfold off, I was right, we were at Rosemary’s.  He took my hand to cross a small bridge over a Koi pond and into the tea house.  I had created one of our first surprises here, full of very fond memories.  Joe was recreating our date, complete with a specially made dinner, great conversation, and Yanni playing in the background, finishing it off with.a reading of a children’s book, the Table where the Rich People Sit.

Man, I LOVE this man!  How he went to such detail to recreate the whole event.  As we were crossing the bridge, he stopped in the middle and got down on one knee.  Again I was thinking: What’s happening?  Is this what I think it is?  Is he ready?  Am I ready?

He was fumbling around in his tights searching for something because he wasn’t used to wearing such garb.

And then out burst forth a shiny gem full of love and promise.

Fast forward to today:  What if I was trying to control the outcome or wanted to know right now what was going to happen?  What if I stayed stuck in the worry I had a lesson to teach tomorrow and had to figure out a way to get to the art store now?

Some of this story might have lost its charm because I would have either the energy of frantic or worry, instead of being present and in the moment, enjoying what is happening.

So I have been very blessed with the lesson of “Being willing to live with vagueness, and that is only one example.

What would be richer or deeper in your life if you were willing to live with vagueness?

 

 


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Soul Quest -India

india at the schoolsIndia was a spiritual buffet, a great feast for the soul.  There were so many new tastes and smells and sounds and heart tuggings in one space.  One must venture out of their own back yard often.

Where to begin?  Ahhh, that is a most spicy question with so many answers! There is so much to say and only so much time to write.  I’ll start with my favorite and let the words pour from my soul.  There is enough juicy material for a very long time.  Our group started the adventure as a way to work on our books, to experience and support one another.   We ended up writing new chapters in our own life stories…One of our goals was to meet the children in the Himalayas and bring supplies to the homes of the people.

Upon first sight, I fell in love.  There is so much GOLD in the SOULS of the children. Their hearts are so tender an and full of hope.  Their thoughts are on what they have, not what they lack.  The first thing they did was sing a song of “We Shall Overcome.”  The sweet sounds of innocent voices aware of their situations but not letting it hold them down was uplifting and even enlightening.  Their music sounded like an angels choir.  Nothing is sweeter to my ears than the sounds of children gathering to sing.  My heart was full.  Then they sang their national anthem, while a young man full of passion and vigor beat a drum in accompaniment.  When the children heard the drums, their smiles grew wide and they belted the song even more.  After the song, each of the children got to beat the drum.  Sound is a powerful, soul changing tool.  I watched in amazement as each child first did a light tap on the drum, and then a strong beat that bellowed a big sound.  BOOM! I witnessed the empowerment that the drum sound gave to each child.  A shy, timid, young girl sat taller in her chair that day.

Then I was so blessed to teach them a hand game learning patterns and rhythms.  Kids love these games, and I was reminded of my love for “playing” with the children…sometimes forgotten in a public education back in the states because of rigorous curriculum.  The teachers were gracious to give us their time, and the head master said one of the first things he wanted to do was buy a drum for the children.  They were elated!   There was much gratitude as we passed out the stickers and books we had brought.  For them, it was like Christmas.  I was in deep gratitude knowing that the gently used books I brought would be cherished, and we had not only made a small contribution toward their education, but we brought smiles and built a bridge.

  I LOVE PEOPLE!!!  (especially children…yes, I’ll always be a teacher at heart…and I will be forever changed.)    Namaste.  Mariemarie in sari

 

 

 


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Magical Miracle

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How difficult that must have been for you to reach from the top of the sunflower all the way to the chair. So unlikely an event and yet here is your thread of life, your tight rope, that is proof that you took the leap, that you trusted, and you made it. If only all of us were as faithful and trusting as a spider.

I’m totally in awe how that spider made such an incredible distance with not much wind.  What a miracle I witnessed today…I’m thinking angels are speaking to me.

(Also, notice the dilemma of my once majestic sunflowers.)