Rushing the Trees

There is an old idiom that recites 'don't lose the forest for the trees'. Often has that come to mind. The idea is of course that the thing we focus on, to the point of ridiculous, is often a detail in the broad strokes of life. We lose the larger perspective of life as we focus on the singularity of our chosen tree.

Sometime ago I lost myself in the forest, looking at all the pretty trees and noting their intricate details. Rushing from tree to tree and admiring what it might be like to try and climb them all. It's good to get close and personal with the trees, yet I failed to stand back and allow the simple beauty of the forest to overwhelm. Take that step back and breath it in. We can but view the beauty; our ability provides no chance to change the trees nor modify the forest, only that we can choose the perspective we take and the beauty may we appreciate.

A Worthy Venture

I've got a friend, well really a conglomeration of friends, who are collaborating in a form of online media with a positive bent on life. It's definitely worth checking out and learning a bit - and feedback would be appreciated.

http://ocsplora.com/

Pictures in the Sand

I'm not sure whether to continue the writing endeavor I once started on this blog. The beginnings of this once frequent stage were rooted in a journey that once seemed so clear. So much has taken place since I started this page, finding a place where I could let the world know what was going on and share my written heart when spoken words were not enough.

Recently, an epiphany from outside sources hit - the simple truth that we're all living a story that we wish to tell, a story that we wish will be a good story. Sometimes our choices cause our stories to change direction and take on a route that was never anticipated, a route that surely may ruin the story. Yet, it's often those twists that become the apex of the story. We look to challenges with disgust when they are really the things that change us the most. Those hard times, that's where a person grows. That heartbreak, that's the point at which a man or a woman grows to see that they become better because of it. I don't pretend that I will understand all that life holds, but I know that I want my story to be a good one, and I'm hoping that I will have the courage to continue to make the decisions which provide for a better narrative.

The question then becomes, in my mind, is shall we all live for our own stories, or will we acknowledge that the brief narrative we write with our own life is but a word in the overarching story of this small world. We write our stories in the sand, knowing that in short years the tide will rise to claim our fragile artistry and all that will be left is the memory of our sand drawings imprinted in the minds of fellow sand painters.

I think I will continue to write, and perhaps, just perhaps, my story will point to that who is greater than I and the Author of all our stories.