The Sun's Flare

Okay, so it is a celestial event and the photo is courtesy of Space Weather News. I think that it is totally cool that we can catch a glimpse of this stuff and not have be right where it is 10 Billion degrees. It turns out that this photo caught something else as well.....can you see it? Look at the bottom right hand tip of the flare. And then look at the left hand base of the flare. Let me know what you see....

This is our sun's flare. If I had a son I would hope that he would have just as much flare about him. People often think of this flare thing as a detriment when it comes to boys and men. It is, however, the flare in the personality that expresses creative genius. I would have appreciated it so much more if my father had shown the least bit of interest in, say, my artistic flare. Instead he ignored my art and tolerated my music and, if he showed up, was bored to death at any play or musical I was in. Whah! Whah! Whah!

Who cares? I know I did when I was a kid, but I learned to live with his redneck ways and simply continued to pursue the arts regardless of his beliefs or attitudes. Sometimes what really makes a man is his being able to do what he is driven to do regardless of his own father's disdain. I am not saying that I am who I am because of him. That would give him way too much credit. I am, however, who I am despite his influences. We all have a choice as to who we are and in what we have interest. How we express ourselves develops as a result of the choices we make and the passions that we pursue.

So, my faithful readers....GO NUCLEAR! Create a flare for life itself! Allow yourselves to express your creative flare no matter what it is or what it is about!

Blessed Be
Trent
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Expansiveness

"Letting go means accepting life just as it is: elusive, free, spontaneous and without limits." Zen practice.

I drew this wisdom from my Awakenings book of Asian Wisdom for Every Day, by Danielle and Olivier Follmi. The photo beside it is on a vast landscape with mountains in the background. There is a person on horseback (so small one could almost miss it) in the foreground and in the middle ground is a campsite. The photo certainly brings a feeling of wind swept prairie lands at the foothills. It makes me feels as though I can breathe again after a long time of being smothered. I can almost feel the wind in my hair (like I have hair!) as I gallop along on the back of the horse.

When I was young I spent a lot of time hiking and riding my horse. It always made me feel free and without limits. My daughters now experience the same feelings as their passion for horseback riding is developing. A few years ago I took a spill from a horse and severely injured my hip. I decided then that, although I love horseback riding, I cannot afford to be injured at my age when my family relies upon my good health, being self-employed and all. I don't really miss it, although I can certainly access the feeling of it when I see a photo like this one before me now. What I find fun is that the feeling is so easily accessible. It is amazing how, even though our bodies may be limited in some way, our minds are not limited and neither are our spirits.

So I enjoy my life, even though there are some limitations. I make it a point to enjoy as much as I possibly can in life and to laugh out loud and to dance and sing. Life is too short to be continually somber and serious. There are enough moments in life that require that, so as soon as they pass, it is important to celebrate. Live in the moment and enjoy the NOW because when all is said and done at the end of the day, who really knows what is around the corner or if we will still be here in this life? I would not want to ever go into the LIGHT and have to say, "Oh, jeez! I didn't get to (fill in the blank a number of times)!" I would rather take advantage of every experiential moment and slide into the LIGHT and let Spirit know that I am completely on "empty" because I used up everything that Spirit had given me.

Blessed Be

Trent