life can send us on a search for inspiration… instead of waiting for someone, something, or someway to become inspired…
BE INSPIRING!
the result of spreading a little inspiration is pretty amazing!
and it’s contagious…
what are you wanting to achieve? are there barriers that seem impossible to overcome? is it taking more time than you expected or want? are you thinking of giving up? do you wonder if you have what it takes?
Paul Smith was born with spastic paralysis, a nervous disorder. the video sites that it took him 32 years to learn to walk and half that to learn to talk. somewhere in the middle of his journey, he learned to paint with a typewriter. although he could not master the muscles in his body, he learned to master a machine and create master pieces of art.
this video crossed the pathway of my journey yesterday. you know the movie The Vow? The husband in that movie talks about moments of impact. yesterday, i had a moment of impact in my heart with this video. i have not been able to rid my thoughts of the adversity this man had to overcome in order to use his unique gifting.
consider it for a minute:
here is the lesson in achievement for my heart:
dear reader, i want to encourage you today to set aside your insecurities, your fears, your excuses and doubts…a go for it!
who you are is a gift to the world.
what you have to offer is as important as the offering of the Mona Lisa.
your gift may be different but you can achieve what is in your heart.
all you have to do is use what you have!
i often say…and will again today…DO NOT GIVE UP!
NEVER ` NEVER` NEVER!
D
most people do not listen with the intent of hearing, they listen with an intent to answer. -unknown
have you ever had one if those conversations that didn’t actually require you to be involved? where you know the person is not hearing what your saying much less listening? where you throw in, “and she was dancing naked with all of her clothes on while a crowd of penguins gathered” and the other person says, “yeah, yeah but i was making my point that….”?
i have.
i have met people who can carry on an entire conversation without letting me say a word and not realize that i have been silent the whole time.
sadly, i’ve been that person, too.
there have been times as a shy teenager that i was quite happy for someone else to carry the conversation.
however, i remember feeling like i walked away without that person getting to know me at all.
i’ve exited conversations without leaving the room as well without the person noticing for quite some time.
actually, my husband gets this from me a lot. shocked? don’t be.
he and i have an agreement of sorts. he is passionate about oysters; how to grow them, how to build infrastructure they need, and many technical details that are beyond my comprehension or interest. my husband likes to talk through “how to…”(whatever it is) as a way to organise his thoughts. he just needs a warm body nearby to hear the sounds so that he feels like he’s talking to someone. he does not need or want input (yet). so, he has agreed during those times, i can “tune-out”, if i will indulge his need to be the only participant in the conversation. when he is ready for input, he lets me know he needs me to listen.
however, feeling surplus to requirement in conversations is extremely frustrating.
i want to be heard!
i want to be listened to!
i, also, want to contribute.
don’t you?
there is skill involved in listening. i believe it also requires a genuine heart and an attitude of respect.
listening is not waiting for your turn to talk, interrupting because you have something more important to say or correcting the other person.
listening is genuine interest.
listening makes you trustworthy to the other person. it means you are willing to learn about who they are and what is important to them- whether or not it’s important to you. you gather the contents of their heart and place value on those contents.
this leaves the person with a sense of acceptance and belonging which is encouraging.
pride will prevent listening. often, people who feel insecure will take on an attitude of pride that insists on proving they are more of an expert on a subject than the person they are talking to.
someone who is unteachable will demonstrate their belief that they “already know” all they need to on a subject projecting their knowledge through dominating the conversation.
this approach causes us to miss the heart of the matter which is relationship. we miss vital treasures. the contents within a person’s heart can bring such richness to our lives. all it requires is the investment -the art of listening.
this point was emphasised to me this past weekend. my ex-husband was sharing some struggles he was having with my son and he wanted me to talk to him. i decided that instead of being judgemental about the teenage symptoms, i would actively listen to his heart. i learned a lot.
he had desires and lack of desire that he wanted someone to hear and understand.
he wanted respect (i’m learning how vital the need for respect is in the heart of all men).
he wanted to be heard as a teen approaching adulthood. he didn’t want one-way conversation or lectures on life. he wanted his voice to matter.
he also had pain in there that he desperately did not want dismissed as trivial, teenage over reaction.
when i listened, i related and remembered times when i had experienced similar desires. i understood better what was making him tick. i was honest with myself that when i did not experience being listened to, frustration resulted followed by the temptation for poor behavior and attitudes.
listening to the contents of his heart helped me to not judge him but come to an understanding that could lead to a resolution that might actually work.
i am thankful for that opportunity. i realised that i have a young man emerging. i could see that although the symptoms were frustrating, frightening and difficult on my heart, there were answers that could bring a positive response.
in fact, i spoke sternly to him on a couple of matters after i had listened. when he replied, his defensiveness dropped and instead if a disrespectful answer, he replied,”yes, ma’am.” i have to say it stunned me for a moment. then i beamed with pride. do you know why? because i have taught my son to show me respect and i saw that the training is in there…it is in his heart. i didn’t demand it, he offered it.
listening is an art.
my husband always tells that a problem always points you in the direction of the solution. if you will pay attention to the problem and discover what is causing it…finding the solution becomes easier.
listening is the genuine paying attention when it comes to relationships that makes success much more accessible.
are you a good listener?
i would love to hear about some of the treasures you have gathered when you took time to listen to someone’s heart. will you leave me a comment? i could do a little heart-content gathering if you did!
thanks for stopping by,
D
rafting is an event that i believe everyone should experience; the achievement, tension, laughter and heart pounding adventure. i prefer a quieter, more leisurely experience. one of my favorite places to do a quiet raft trip is in North Carolina on the Natahala. it is beautiful. my favorite part of the trip was always when my BFF dumped me in the water on the final rapid. there was always heaps of screaming on my part and laughter on hers!
living in NZ, i enjoy hearing about the experiences others have when they travel here. i especially enjoyed the life lesson shared at the end of this story. enjoy!
(the author is unknown to me. if you have information concerning the author, i will be happy to give due credit.)
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By good fortune, I was able to raft down the Motu River in New Zealand twice during the last year. The magnificent four-day journey traverses one of the last wilderness areas in the North Island.
The first expedition was led by “Buzz”, an American guide with a great deal of rafting experience and many stories to tell of mighty rivers such as the Colorado. With a leader like Buzz, there was no reason to fear any of the great rapids on the Motu.
The first half day, in the gentle upper reaches, was spent developing teamwork and co-ordination. Strokes had to be mastered, and the discipline of following commands without question was essential. In the boiling fury of a rapid, there would be no room for any mistake. When Buzz bellowed above the roar of the water, an instant reaction was essential.
We mastered the Motu. In every rapid we fought against the river and we overcame it. The screamed commands of Buzz were matched only by the fury of our paddles, as we took the raft exactly where Buzz wanted it to go.
At the end of the journey, there was a great feeling of triumph. We had won. We proved that we were superior. We knew that we could do it. We felt powerful and good. The mystery and majesty of the Motu had been overcome.
The second time I went down the Motu, the experience I had gained should have been invaluable, but the guide on this journey was a very softly spoken Kiwi. It seemed that it would not even be possible to hear his voice above the noise of the rapids.
As we approached the first rapid, he never even raised his voice. He did not attempt to take command of us or the river. Gently and quietly he felt the mood of the river and watched every little whirlpool. There was no drama and no shouting. There was no contest to be won. He loved the river.
We sped through each rapid with grace and beauty and, after a day, the river had become our friend, not our enemy. The quiet Kiwi was not our leader, but only the person whose sensitivity was more developed than our own. Laughter replaced the tension of achievement.
Soon the quiet Kiwi was able to lean back and let all of us take turns as leader. A quiet nod was enough to draw attention to the things our lack of experience prevented us from seeing. If we made a mistake, then we laughed and it was the next person’s turn.
We began to penetrate the mystery of the Motu. Now, like the quiet Kiwi, we listened to the river and we looked carefully for all those things we had not even noticed the first time.
At the end of the journey, we had overcome nothing except ourselves. We did not want to leave behind our friend, the river. There was no contest, and so nothing had been won. Rather we had become one with the river.
It remains difficult to believe that the external circumstances of the two journeys were similar. The difference was in an attitude and a frame of mind. At the end of the journey, it seemed that there could be no other way. Given the opportunity to choose a leader, everyone would have chosen someone like Buzz. At the end of the second journey, we had glimpsed a very different vision and we felt humble – and intensely happy.
life can feel like a raging river at times. “in the boiling fury”, we can leave no room for mistakes, charge ahead and live the tension…at the end feel the victory of having conquered life’s challenges. or we can become one with the journey, sensitively observing the environment and obstacles, gently going with the flow, gaining wisdom with each and every turn, overcoming ourselves and enjoying the journey for the blessing it is. it depends on our approach, our attitude and mindset.
what is your approach? stop by the comments section before you go. i’d really enjoy hearing from you.
thanks for reading,
D
i posed a question to my readers and promised to share the results. thank you so much for those of you who took a few moments of your day to share with me your favourite beautiful place to rejuvenate the soul.
i never cease to be amazed at the soothing sensation that overtakes me as i steal away for a few quiet moments to be alone, stop the madness of my day and breathe in the fresh air around me.
although, i may never be able to visit your favourite place, i can share the appreciation of a rejuvenated soul that results from the solitary moments in a beautiful place. The results are as follows:
Ariffa of Hope, Honor and Happiness wrote, “Pray and spending time with a loved one”.
Lori, a facebook friend (and BFF) wrote, “A large rock to sit on with either a view of mountain overlooks, a lake or a creek. Also, a leisure walk on beach or through a forest.”
Julie, a facebook friend wrote, “on my motorcycle on the open road.”
Jo, a facebook friend wrote, ” Central Otago.” (Central Otago is a beautiful district in New Zealand)
Maria, a facebook friend wrote, “In my boat or my bedroom.”
Julia, a facebook friend wrote, “Whigg’s Meadow (mountain) and the shore. Ahhh! So close to magnificent creation!!”
Ladies, these are all wonderful offerings.
Julia, i must say i agree, “magnificent creation”. whether the ocean, a friend, the forest or a mountain, all are amazing components of the creation we are a part of and each beautiful in its own way. your choice of words inspired the poem below. thank you.
magnificent creation
to which i belong
abounding in harmony
magnificent and strong
i sit here among you
adoring the view
grateful and calming
my soul is renewed
i whisper a “thank you,
Creator of all”
this gift shows your nature
my heart is enthralled
thank you to all of my readers who took the time to read and share with me. i am inspired.
i look forward to hearing from your hearts again soon,
D

I enjoyed this story. To me, it shows that there are witty, peaceful and kind ways to deal with people who do not show regard for politeness.
I hope you enjoy:
Today, a true tale of heroism that takes place not in a war zone, nor a hospital, but in Victoria station in London in 2007, during a tube strike. Our hero a transport journalist and self-described “big, stocky bloke with a shaven head” named Gareth Edwards, who first wrote about this experience on the community blog metafilter.com is standing with other commuters in a long, snaking line for a bus, when a smartly dressed businessman blatantly cuts in line behind him. (Behind him: this detail matters.)
The interloper proves immune to polite remonstration, whereupon Edwards is seized by a magnificent idea. He turns to the elderly woman standing behind the queue-jumper, and asks her if she’d like to go ahead of him. She accepts, so he asks the person behind her, and the next person, and the next until 60 or 70 people have moved ahead, Edwards and the seething queue-jumper shuffling further backwards all the time. The bus finally pulls up, and Edwards hears a shout from the front of the line. It’s the elderly woman, addressing him: “Young man! Do you want to go in front of me?”
Author: Oliver Burkeman in “The Guardian Weekend”, 28 August 2010
i have enjoyed reading the suspended coffee stories. i imagine myself in the person’s shoes who is on the receiving end of this kindness. i think how little a cup of coffee costs but how gigantic the warm coffee itself is for someone cold and living in the elements. whoever inspired this idea…my hat is off to you!
there aren’t any homeless that I know of in the area of NZ where I live. yet, I’ve been looking for a way to share this concept in my community.
i found a way today.
i was having my hair done when a lady walked in. she requested a hair cut. she was asked to have a seat as she would be attended to next.
when the hairdresser called the lady to her station, i heard the woman quietly say, “i can’t pay today. could i bring the money to you next week. i’m having such a hard time getting from one week to the next”.
i was so excited because there right in front of me was a precious opportunity.
i motioned to the hairdresser and told her that i would cover the cost.
we didn’t tell her who had done the random act of kindness. she was such a happy lady. when she left, the hairdressers and i had so much fun discussing all the ways this type of blessing would benefit our city.
i was shocked that my own bill was much less than expected that i decided we would start a suspended haircut plan for that salon. So, they have a gift certificate to use at their discretion for someone else in need.
later today, my husband asked me, “what happened to you today? you are so happy & bright…did something happen to put you in such a good mood?”
i smiled and told him that helping that lady today filled the entire rest of my day with joy, delight and happiness…and it was physically noticeable.
do you want to have an absolutely joyful day…do something for someone that they can’t do for themselves! the feeling can not be described!
I love this idea of suspended “….” (Fill in your own blank custom designed for your community)….share a little kindness, love and compassion.
i can’t stop smiling and i like it!
😊
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