The Beauty Around Me

I started thinking this morning how much I love the Great Smoky Mountains and all the trips I have made to and through them.   The cool, damp feeling surrounding you when you enter them, the way the light is filtered through the trees so softly, and the smells of the massive forest and the rocks and the flora pop back into my fondest memories.   When you drive out of one of the tunnels through a mountain and look down you see the smoke in the trees and understand where they got their name.   I remember all the times entering the Smoky Mountains when you could turn off the air conditioning in the car and roll down the windows and the air was cool and smelled wonderful.  You would start seeing the signs “Watch for Falling Rock” and my father would always tell us the story of “Falling Rock”.   It is the story of the Indian Brave that was lost hunting for bear and his father, the Chief, put up all the signs in the Great Smoky Mountains that say “Watch for Falling Rock”.  

Autumn would be a wonderful time for a drive through the Smokey Mountains…to go to the Pisgah National Forest…to continue up the Blue Ridge Parkway.  The colors would be magnificent.

I started thinking about love because each memory of the Smoky’s are wrapped in love…love of a Father, love of a Family, love of the nature surrounding me.

I came across this article in Psychology Today:

Love couldn’t care less about your poker face. It goes after what is incomparable and irreplaceable about you. It wants to penetrate the deepest recesses of your being. It wants to know what makes you tick and why. It wants to find your top-secret underground facilities. It even wants to x-ray the baggage you lug around so as to better understand what weighs you down. And it asks you to risk your heart in ways that are always a little dangerous. If you’re not willing to do so, it moves onto someone bolder.

If you never let yourself fall freely, you won’t get anywhere near authentic love. The more you bury your singular spirit under some self-help game, the more difficult you make it for love to find you. And, if a woman needs to play games to hold a man’s interest, chances are he’s not the right man for her. The trouble with the games of romance is that eventually the mask will have to come off. Eventually you’ll have to reveal who you actually are, and then what? The rules of love may allow you to hoodwink your partner for a while, but ultimately they’ll lead you to a dead-end. And why would you want to hoodwink your partner in the first place? Isn’t the point of love to be loved for who you are? Isn’t love the one place where you’re supposed to be ok “as you come”?

And my thoughts took me to my current situation, my life now and I remembered the list I have in my Journal:

  • What you put out comes back all the time, no matter what.  (this is the old “cast your bread upon the water and it all comes back to you”)
  • You define your life.  Don’t let others do it for you.
  • Whatever someone did to you in the past has NO power over the present.
  • Worrying is a waste of time.  Use the same energy for doing something about whatever might worry you.
  • What you believe has more power than what you dream or wish or hope for.  You become what you believe.  (this statement is going up on the bathroom mirror right under “be strong”)
  • If the only prayer you ever say is “thank you”, that is enough.
  • The happiness you feel in in direct proportion to the love you give.  (this apparently is true for me because when I’ve given my heart fully, I have been the happiest)
  • Failure is an option, just turn in the other direction.
  • Trust your gut.  Your instinct and your intuition doesn’t lie.
  • Love yourself and then learn to extend that love to others in EVERY encounter.
  • Let passion drive your profession.
  • Real love doesn’t hurt.  It feels really, really good.  (working on this one)
  • Every day brings a chance to start over.
  • Doubt means don’t.  Don’t move.  Don’t answer.  Don’t rush forward.
  • When you don’t know what to do, be still.  The answer will come.
  • This, too, shall pass.

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