Coming back for more

Okay, as I continue my saga on the idea as my Rabbi freind said, "If I don't ask myself every day, 'What am I doing here?' I do not belong." I also have to recapture here the other part of his Shabbat Shalom message that hit home...and continues to haunt me.

"Each day I have to remind myself why I made this choice. Some days, the reminder comes from the midst of dramatic frustration or painful engagement. I remember that I chose this work to make a difference and help bring an end to frustration in the world. Other days, the reminder comes from the most incredible blessings. I have to take a step back and give thanks that I get to do what I do, and that I find myself in the position of experiencing miracles. Some days bring both experiences. At either end of the spectrum or anywhere in between, I have to remember that I have to be intentional in waking up each day and in re-engaging. There is no way to take any of this for granted and still be able to come back for more."

That passage now forever written in my remember book.

Now I just have to continue to work through the dramatic frustration and painful engagement stuff that I am swimming in. What in the world do people who hold no faith do during times like these?

And geesh, this is all a bit new. How long is this gonna last?

Thursday, I will take a huge leap and talk to the sage Rabbi about my thoughts...

Distracted from abundance

I've been away from the blogging world for a bit. Distracted.

Read a phrase from author Tim Sanders today. "A successful life is a journey back to one's abundance." He then asked "Think about it. Where are you now?"

I am not sure I am in abundance, right now. And with that same statement I do not mean to say that what I am doing lacks worth, value, even satisfaction. But abundance. Hmmmmmmm. Boy that's a whopper of a word.

I have some thinking to do this week.

In the midst of all that is so beautiful and wonderful... and believe me I do know I am blessed beyond all measure... my heart has felt scarcity of late.

Perhpas it is the constant motion. Perhaps the ever-present noise. Perhaps the continuous output. All constant. all distracting. Depleting.

I need a soul fill-up. My heart needs to be tickled with unblemished joy.

Back at ya on this topic...