At a wedding, they spoke about Weather being a great tool for acceptance or for seeing reality. I love this.
For years I have listened to folks argue with reality...about the weather.
When you are fully with the day's forecast you are walking in reality.
Tilt your head back and feel the sun rays or the rain drops.
You are learning how to accept what is. You are not practicing denying.
The weather always wins!
I love this too.
Remember, when you are wishing the weather be different, you are practicing denial of what is.
Practice accepting the weather as the first step in embracing reality. No matter what it is. Feel the 'bad' weather and the 'good'. What is accepting to you and what is not. Feel how this may also be a modality of the way you live. How you may not always walk hand and hand with what is playing out; but rather live hiding in denial.
Watch your thoughts and what they say about the sky.
Then, watch what your thoughts say about other parts of your day.
So, as you ponder the way you SEE the weather, it may be just as true how you see others.
What is your 'idea' of them compared to who they are?
And, others see you, may or may not be who you are.
And, one more thought, which you do you present to the world? Do you have a 'representative' like Glennon Doyle Melton speaks about OR do you only have one true self that arrives in each moment?
I used to dress to deflect bad opinions or 'views' of me. Not only dress,but walk, talk and move to be seen a certain way.
I didn't really have a self that was solely mine.
I didn't know a true Me.
Which is why I was so drawn to nature - the sky and trees mostly.
Each day while I was trying to figure out what was truth and what was fiction, the sun shone.
It rose and it set.
A tree stood as a tree each day.
Each hour of each day.
It was my model of who I would be.
I vowed to just be me.
No matter what.
It was a long journey for my Self to reveal herself fully.
When I was at a wedding recently, I chuckled about how I was presenting myself.
The dress, the hiking boots, the stripped tights, the hiking poles and my wandering around all by myself.
It wasn't until I spoke to a couple of other guests about how I knew the Groom, and I replied, "I was in the documentary "Call Me Mental"...did I realize I was the mental lady at the wedding.
And, this also colored the way I saw myself there.
I couldn't help smiling.
And, the more I smiled alone, the more I looked the part.
It was a day and perhaps the beautiful hiking trails, but I wasn't in the mood for making small talk or even trying to communicate with strangers. So, I would wander, sit and get up and wander some more.
I wasn't fitting into the normal nature of wedding guests.
But, I was doing me perfectly.
I love that I have grown beyond the good opinions of others and can carry the title Mental Lady without it ruining my day or self-image.
I loved being at the wedding.
I loved seeing the family I knew.
I loved adding a bit of color to their guest list.
As you step out into the world you are adding flavor and color to the landscape.
It really doesn't matter how others paint you.
What matters is what you give out.
The energy of your step and response to the world around you.
I am loving the flavor of the new Me.
My truth has its own flavor.
I am thinking denial doesn't have a natural scent.
Your true self is powered by the same energy of the sun!
And, like the weather.
Others may deny your truth.
But that won't change the truth.
It is their inner fight, not yours.
You are like the weather.
Some will accept you and others won't.
You be you, always!
