The summer season affords me the opportunity to dig deep within my soul. In my early 40s, I found myself drifting from television. As I emptied the drama shows, seemingly, the drama was emptied out of my life. Now in my 50s, I spend most of my alone time in the quiet. I have the options of television, media and music; I love the quiet and its gentleness. There is something sacred about the quiet that not only calms, but conditions and nourishes my mind. The absence of abrupt voices remind me that I am exempt from conversation by choice. I’ve learned to put quiet in the queue of life. In the quiet, my soul is yielded to peace. I have the right to live a quiet life exempt from opinion, criticism, confusion and chaos.
#stayfocused #staytrue #stayyou
I love fresh vegetable (veggie) salads. I used to add lots of Italian or Greek dressing to my salads and veggies because I love the flavor. Over a period of time, I started using less and less dressing and tasted more of the veggies. I wanted the natural goodness of the vegetables. It took some time for my taste buds to adapt and adjust to the loss of the blended taste of dressing. I took more care and concern of my health and mental awareness and there was less need for supplemental flavors to my food.
I think our lives in general work that way…we add pleasurable taste to the truth in efforts of making it more palatable. The process of mature taste for the truth in life will emerge as the appreciation and value of life changes. At some point, adding “stuff” to cope with the cover up becomes dissatisfying. Chewing and digesting the truth is an acquired taste. #TasteTruth