Daily thoughts. Points to ponder. Soulful reflections. The Musings of E.M. Murphy.
What a dour title for this post – yet it’s true and a reality we all face. People can be such a disappointment.
I’m elated with age and how it liberates us in many ways. The things we thought were important when we were young, aren’t. The insecurities we allowed to handicap us, dissipate. The time spent on worrying about things that really didn’t matter, stops. Continue reading “People can be such a disappointment.”
There was a man who waited his entire life to take a trip out west. He’d dreamed of traveling across the plains on horseback and hiking the mountains with sightings of wildlife all around him. He had the money. He had vacation time saved up. He just hadn’t made the time to plan and schedule his trip. Then he died.
Continue reading “Make tomorrow, today.”“Don’t be afraid of failure, because you just might give someone else the inspiration and courage to try.” – E.M. Murphy
My daily calendar has some good advice today. I tho know how many people stick with things, forcing themselves to do stuff that just doesn’t align with their core being – whether it be disjointed from their strengths, morals, values, beliefs or ultimate goals.
Yet they do it, every day, miserably.
As the saying goes: there’s a difference between quitting and knowing when to walk away.
What are you doing that’s not bringing value to your life or asking away from your goals?
Point to ponder for this Wednesday.
I admit it. The cooler air makes me giddy. Hay and farms make me happy. And the thought of the holiday season fast approaching makes my heart skip a beat – because it’s when people feel more, appreciate more, and be who they could be all year long.
Maybe it’s because I’m a November baby. Maybe because I’m born under the zodiac sign of Scorpio, ruled by the planet Pluto that governs both destruction and transformation – I choose the latter and it certainly is the headline for my existence. Scorpio energy is known to be mystical and mysterious. We are either loved or hated by others, there doesn’t seem to be much of an in between. But we were born between October 23 and November 21, two of my favorite months.
But really it’s my love for both the cool and the cold temperatures, cherishing the seasons right through April or there around. It’s sweatshirts, bright sunshine, and hot cider. It’s pumpkin everything. It’s wood stoves and fireplaces, leaves falling from the trees and rustling under our feet or blowing in the wind. It’s a time when the moon seems more illuminated, the sky darker. Nights are longer, days shorter. Blankets, Irish bread, and tea. How I could go on,
Even if you shed tears when summer draws to a close, let yourself be transformed this season. Find small ways to appreciate the fall – and remember all that you will be able to see now that the leaves will fall from the trees – literally, and metaphorically. Think back, look forward, and remember to enjoy the gift that is our present.
And I’m not talking about the song by Eddie Rabbit, though I do love that, too, and it brings back fond memories of someone who was once very dear to me.
I am talking about truly loving a rainy night, along with a rainy morning and rainy day – especially in the fall, when cool temperatures arrive and the kettle is on the boil, possibly with some whiskey in the tea.
Maybe I am a product of my ancestors, my Celtic roots, from Killarney, Ireland to Aberdeen, Scotland. Maybe it’s the writer in me, finding inspiration in the melody of orchestrated raindrops or claps of thunder brightened with flashes of lightning.
Rain is what it is and I realize that it sours many an event. But we can make the most of it, should we choose to find the beauty in it.
For me, rain is solace. It is also inspirational, soothing, and downright pleasurable. Rain provokes feelings of peace and calm.
So tonight, as the rain falls if it’s falling where you are, sit back, close your eyes and listen. Let the sound wash over you. Let your body relax, your mind wander, and your soul release. Inhale the dew, exhale your worries. Be still every part of you.
We can hate rainy days, or find inspiration and comfort in between raindrops. I encourage you to choose the latter.
While many shed tears as summer fades into the sunset of shorter days and longer nights, there are others who welcome the change of season with glee and childlike excitement. Yes, that would be me!
Here in New England today, the humidity lifted and the skies were blue with just the right amount of white, fluffy clouds to paint a perfect sky scape. The sun was shining after a long summer of rain and swamp like temperatures with a slight breeze that let us know autumn is on our doorstep.
How grouchy I will be when the Indian summer says visit. How I will crave cool, crisp, clear evenings; the kind of night that evokes a small shiver. Those nights when the sky seems darker than ever and each and every star dots it’s blackness, twinkling and sparkling above us. Nights when the moon shines brighter, crickets and tree frogs are louder, and you can feel in you very soul the change of season – a time for transformation, even for us.
I recall when I was young, feeling as if the air was cleaner and more crisp in New Hampshire, the place I now call home. And I swear it is.
Bring on the ‘ber months, the most wonderful time of the year!
What’s your favorite season – and why? Leave a comment and let us know.
Disclaimer: There are countless decent, respectful, kind, and good people in this world. This post is not to be taken personally. We are humans, doing our best – but we can do better. Just saying. This doesn’t apply to all, yet it applies to many.
We need to step up and take action – as parents, grandparents, children, spouses, neighbors, friends, managers, and human beings.
We make excuses for bad behavior. We allow it, condone it, or ignore it.
We take the easy way out, saying that it’s just the way it is these days, and in doing so contribute to the problem by way of acceptance and passivity.
We say that there’s nothing we can do – but that’s not true. We have a choice – yet our decision fuels the decay of our society. Our decision spreads disrespect and bullying like a cancer. There is a lack of civility and tolerance.
We can shout from the rooftops diversity, equity, and inclusion but the reality is – people have become mean and ugly. There is no filter, no thought before using words as weapons, mass casualties as a result.
Continue reading “Put the blame where it belongs. It’s our own fault.”
