WHEN THE WIND DIES DOWN

Life is always what we make it. If we are agitated all the time, life will look like a storm. If we control our spirit and live in peace and calm, life will follow suit. If we wake up with a different attitude every day, each day will be according to how we see it. I slept for two hours last night, the excitement of too many things happening all at the same time has me thinking in all different directions. One thing is certain, life is definitely changing, for the better. The storm clouds arrived last night in the midst of my insomnia and I realized that I am in control of the wind; whether I bow down to it or stand firm in my resolve never giving up on my passions. It’s this resolve that keeps me standing and smiling when the wind dies down.

When you’re going through the storm and you get up each day with the same resolve to make the most out of every day even though you know in the back of your mind that you didn’t accomplish nearly as much as you thought you could. These are the moments that make or break a person. Yes the winds come with every storm, but it’s how we perceive the wind, the cause of the wind, the storm, and the direction the storm is moving that will either shake our foundation or will be the lightening rod that prods us onto our goal.

When the wind dies down

People come into our lives and we never know why they are a part of it until we really get to know them or something tragic happens and they are gone forever. Some people inspire us to do good by their good examples and some by their bad examples. Just look at the entertainment industry and you’ll be able to see every kind of bad example that is showing the world how not to live. We’ve each had people in our lives that have shown us how and how not to live. But when you get right down to it, it’s these people who teach us how to live when the wind dies down that matters the most.

When the wind dies down, do we settle down into complacency and just live life in limbo or are we enjoying the fruits of our labor? If we are living life in limbo and just waiting for the next wind to come along and move us somewhere, then we haven’t learned what we should have from the last wind. But if we are continuing to strive and make a difference in our life while enjoying those much beloved fruits than we are truly understanding the meaning of hard work. With each gust of wind we are reminded of why we do what we do. If that gust of wind moves us back and forth easily then we don’t have a firm foundation of our why.  If you truly love what you do, you won’t let wind gusts (obnoxious, controlling people) stand in your way of living your best life.

When the wind dies down

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HERE’S TO YOU DAD!

This is one of my favorite blog posts because, I wrote the poem in honor of my father, who taught me how to live, how to serve, and how to love.   This was to honor my father on Father’s Day (June 15, 2012). As I accomplish my goals, I’m reminded of my father’s words to me “You can do anything you put your mind! I’m so proud of you!” There’s never a moment when my father is not part of my thoughts, here’s to you Dad!

WHAT WILL YOU STAND FOR?

This week has me thinking not just about my father but about all the other men in my life who have left their lasting impression on me on how to live a good life. This poem is dedicated to all the men who have molded me into the person I am today. Thank you all for being a wonderful examples of living.

My Dad!

What Will You Stand For?

When your life is all said and done,

When people walk by in a file of one,

The day is streamed with cars in the morning sun,

The tears are shed, no this is not fun.

When you are dressed

In your “church-going” best

You have become the honored, silent guest

What will those people remember, in their minds, of you?

Did you fight for injustice and the lowly too?

Will your thought speak of beauty in the hidden place?

A smile that you made upon a child’s face?

Did you sit in the doorway of a wounded heart?

Or just sit and do that easy little part?

Will people see the big picture of what you did?

Or turn their heads over something you hid?

What will these people feel in their hearts, of you?

Did you help lives that were broken in two?

Did your hand comfort the wayward soul?

Did you stand in the gap of an empty hole?

Were your steps directed towards something grand?

Or did you simply draw lines in the sand?

When all is said and done,

Roses on the casket left one by one,

Time has closed the door

What will you stand for?

Laura M Jacoby