margin

we run from activity to activity.  seeking more to fill every moment of our day.  seeking fulfillment that will satisfy.  but are we really finding any real purpose in all these multiple endeavors?

are you satisfied with your life on the run?  am I?

I hesitate for just a moment (long enough to look at the calendar and see where I'm supposed to be right now.).  

are we willing to allow a little margin?

I see friends and family that run, run, run.  Taking themselves and their kids from ballet to soccer to church to piano lessons to karate to who knows where.  I have adult friends that go from their jobs to teaching lessons to volunteer activities to the next community get together.

I've been them.  I've lived that life.

the page runs closer and closer to the edge of the sheet. the margins shrinking with each addition to the schedule.

create margin.  create space for you, for your family to breathe.  to find more life in moments.  there will always be the rush, the coming and going in our lives, but some days just need the clean white space created by plenty of margin.

On the Turning Away

It's been haunting me for weeks.  The lyrics and melody as if it was composed in some Romantic Poet's time.  The way it aches through my ears with a need to do something more with this life.

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away" 

   ~ Pink Floyd

The heart is always the gauge.  The heart, without blemish or strain can rise above the selfish manipulations our world or even our selves, to present us with opportunities to be better.

The heart's vision can be a crystal clear compass to a better way to live.

But there's just too much of the "turning away".  Too many times when that gauge is foggy or the compass pointing in the wrong direction...

Give me more of the positive.  Give me more time to find someone to help - someone to listen to.  And let it start with those that are closest to my heart.

No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?

No more Turning Away!!!

From Darkest Night

From darkest night to sun's first rays

when all is faded, among life's dismay

when the rumbling clouds awake my fears

that I've gone to battle, held back for years and year

The heart that's weathered a thousand days

still beats, but sometimes still loses its way

I run to where I know I can hide

most often someplace secret, deep inside

When I first felt the need to run

it was to safe myself from a broken son

and I find there are times when I still feel the pain

like opening up a scabbed wound again

The scars run deep and I usually find

that they seem so distant, like they weren't mine

But this week, these days have held them clear in from of me

Fear arises, and I can't help but see

How I'm still waking from this too-real dream

that I have faced it again - opened up to see

The vulnerable little boy within

still silly at times, but often still fighting to live

From darkest night to sun's first rays

Still walking with you, to find our way.

9/5/14

clc