Shine On


Yesterday I was pondering pervasive thoughts about how I don’t take myself seriously any more; like some sparks of passion have burned out. I wondered “where have I gone?”

While enjoying a mild breeze on the back porch, the sun burst out from between the clouds, as if to say “HEY!” So my age-old friend and I began a heart to heart conversation:

Me: “What’s wrong with me? I’m in a funk. I have no spark.”

Sun: “You didn’t think you’d stay the same all of your life, did you?”

Me: “Well, yes, I suppose I did.”

Sun: “To be honest, I have changed over the millennia.  Many times.”

Me: “You look the same to me.”

Sun:  “I promise, I’m not. But you couldn’t tell because mostly what you see of me is the product of my work. You enjoy my rays of sunshine, the way I light up clouds at tween-time, and you see the flowers that lean my way in the morning.”

Me:  “Truth.”

Sun: “So would you call me consistent?

Me: “Of course!”

Sun: “My secret is TO SHOW UP.  Every. Single. Day. I do my best to shine, shine, shine. And with a host of friends like wind and clouds and rainbows, we get the job done. I simply show up and take my place in the symphony of life.”

Me: *jaw drop*

Sun: *shines stronger*

Me: “So all that I need to do is keep showing up?”

Sun: “Absolutely. Clouds might cover your shine from others occasionally, but above it all, YOU still exist. You may appear a bit differently now and then. You might even perform differently too. But the real you, with those hope and dreams and ambition and excitement about it all is always consistent. Others will see you shine even if you don’t.”

Me: *big smile*

Sun: “Lean over here and let me kiss your cheek.”

Me: *leans over so face is in direct contact with warm, soft, sunshine*  Thanks, friend.

Sun: *shines on*

From one of my favorite authors: “Always Do Your Best. Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick. Under any circumstance, simply do your best, and you will avoid self-judgment, self-abuse and regret.   —Don Miguel Ruiz





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