Independence Is Not a Gift

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Stand strong in that independence and live like you’ve never lived before!

All of our struggles are unique to our own personal situations, and while those struggles can come through similar troubles, not one of us will engage them the same way. We’re all affected differently, our lives interrupted in so many countless ways, and on so many levels.

We all share in the fact that indeed we are human and spiritual. We all awake slowly in life to a bigger us, a stronger us and much more refined us. Albeit a long term endeavor or a more concentrated short term fight, the unavoidable date with our own humanity finds us at some point and tries us to the nth degree of our being.

Mental, spiritual and physical battle scars are the badge of courage we carry over into the future. Smarter, stronger and more capable of handling life’s curve balls we emerge with more appreciation for life. Life that is not taken for granted and seen more as a precious gift than something to be disregarded and held disruptively.

In our youth we are invincible. As we age we begin to see the fallacies of what the so called powers that be tell us. Through our struggles we find solace in our own thinking, indeed, we discover independence is not a gift, it’s earned.

As another Independence Day comes and goes, take time not to get caught up in mindless celebrations, but rather in the notion of independence. Independence on a grand scale down to a personal one. We fight together at times for freedom from things larger than ourselves, and at other times in our own personal lives.

Life and love are fragile, though larger than we truly know. Embrace the simple and open your eyes to a more complex you and see your own independence open the way before you.

Peace,

MAD

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Watching Time Watch Us Watch Time

Love is in the air

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How do you get two people to be in the same place, hell just the same general geographical proximity, at the same time that they would be caught up in a silent explosion in the cosmos that sets off a chain reaction where time, space, life and love will continue to exist in perpetual motion and the resulting memories, experiences and emotions are shared well beyond their own lives?

OK, so maybe that is just a fancy way of asking how two people meet and their history begins. Still, the question begs to be asked, what possibilities exist that they will emerge from such a chance meeting and continue to surge forward in the energy of it all as if it were indeed planned from the beginning of time?

And yet here we are, sitting among our memories watching time watch us watch time.

How is one supposed to consider the mind-numbing statistics that exist in bringing two people together? You know the kind of equation that would keep Einstein awake at night as his variables become demons and solutions are nothing more than dreams. Does such a thing even need to be asked?

Though we will just tell you, it is real and not just some fairy tale.

Life can throw you curve balls every now and again. At one moment you can feel as if everything is spinning out of control, barely allowing for a minute to sit and catch your breath. And, at other times, it seems as if time stands still while everything just passes you by. Perhaps it is just one of those things, the natural movement of time if you will, the unexplained but necessary parts of being human where we wonder if we are watching time watch us watch time.

Strange, it is not as if we can control it, much less make any demands, but indeed time itself seems to watch us watch it, pulsing in one way or another, that we might catch up, slow down or just take in the moment, perhaps if for nothing else but to make necessary alignments in the grand scheme of things.

When we were first married it almost seemed as if time stood still. Sure, when we were dating we could not wait to be together again, and time certainly was our nemesis, but when it comes to time standing still, we refer to the notion that nothing mattered. It was us, just us, and that is all we ever wanted. We were caught in the middle of our own dream state and became oblivious to the outside world.

As parents some of that seemed to change a little, though not in a bad way. We would gather our glances and catch those special moments on the move as time was moving much faster. Minutes, hours and days flew by turning into years. We were busy taking care of the day in and day out activities, going through the motions and doing what we did to watch over our nest. We came to love those quiet dull moments as gifts to take a breath, look around and at each other if for just a moment and realize we are still here and it is still us. Our beautiful wonderful girls were growing, carefree and absorbing life and we were there guiding them one step at a time.

Don’t blink though, you will soon realize that the years have blazed by in a whirlwind of parenthood and those children have become adults and are beginning their own process of creating as we did in perpetual motion.

Alas, the clock stops again, silence.

We sit looking through all the special pictures we have taken and recount the memories of it all, smile a little, cry a little and perhaps laugh as much. The dust is settling, our breath is returning as we regress back to those days of being just us again. Dare we stop and think what just happened, or even consider that we are intact and still the same free willed and spirited teenagers we were so many years ago. The deafening quiet then becomes less noisy and peace settles in, we are still head over heels in love, though more refined in our still free spirited ways.

Just like the pictures we sat among spread all around us in all directions, so too does the energy continue on through our children, their children and on and on. It is all so beautiful, serene and utterly mind blowing to witness and experience, much less the understanding that it all started with us.

Peace,

MAD

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