Monday, November 12, 2018

No Magic - Just Imagination

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No Magic – Just Imagination

J K Rowling impresses me.  Not because she
is one of the richest women in the world, but because she had a dream and held onto that dream.  And she gave millions of others some great books. 

Though she wrote the Harry Potter series, and it is full of warlocks, witches, magic and magic potions, she doesn’t believe in that kind of magic.

She believes in the magic of IMAGINATION! 

How about that? 

We don’t need an invisibility cloak, a new wand, a ticket for the train or a car that flies.  But we do need imagination.

Imagine what you could do and become with a little bit of imagination.


This is my
morning reflection.



P Michael Biggs
Words of Hope
Encouragement
Inspiration


Thursday, November 8, 2018

Broken Crayons Teach


Broken Crayons Teach



I stopped and stared at this picture for while today.  And the thoughts started coming. 

Most people discard crayons that look like these.  They are short, stubby, most have the wrapper torn off.  We might say they are useless.

But they can still color.  Oh, they are not as easy to hold onto.  They don’t look as pretty as a fresh new box of crayons.  Yet they exist.

Some look at me and say, “Oh he’s old.  Of what good is he now?” 

And I say, “If you only knew.  I can still form opinions.  I still think, and reason.  I have feelings.  I can engage in meaningful conversation.  My skills are still intact, though some are slower in response time than others.  There is a lot that I can do, and my wealth of experiences is just that – a great wealth from which you could learn, if you stop judging me for my outward appearance.

I may look less than full of zest, and yet, I AM.  I have worth.  I can still ‘color’.  I’m not used up yet.”

Whoever is reading this, put yourself in this text.  YOU also have worth.

Never believe otherwise.


This is my
morning reflection.



P Michael Biggs
Words of Hope
Encouragement
Inspiration


Sunday, November 4, 2018

Body as Friend


Body as Friend


I’m learning what this quote means more and more every day. 

Here’s the thing --- we could curse the body for what it can’t do, for what it used to be able to do and stopped doing, OR – we can appreciate the body for its amazing capabilities.

I had heart surgery almost a year ago.  I’m not as strong as I once was.  I don’t have the endurance I had a few months before surgery.

But my body still works.  My heart still beats.  My mind still works, and at times it seems there is more focus than before.  Imagine that.  I am convinced that the anesthesia changed me in ways beyond my understanding.  However, I’m coming back.  It took me six or more weeks after surgery to be able to concentrate enough to write my first blog.  It was like pulling teeth.  I tried to write for a few weeks before that, and the thoughts just would not form.  I cried, I cursed, I bemoaned my losses. 

In time, my mind and body came back on line. 

I think in some ways, I’ doing a better quality of work than before surgery. 

I have had to relearn how to talk to my body.  I had to reframe my thoughts and see my body as my friend. 

My heart still beats steadily.  My blood still flows, and in a better way.  My muscles are weaker, yet I have learned a new tempo to my life.  Tempo isn’t always about speed.  We drummers have a hard time understanding that one.

Bottom line – my body is my friend.  I think kindly of it.  I talk to it as a best friend.  I avoid the put-downs, the negative belittling of what once was. 

I’m getting along just fine with this new frame of mind.  My body is simply saying … “I’m coming back.  I’m not what I once was, but I’m better than I was a year ago.”

And I hear it whisper … “Thanks for being my friend.”


This is my
morning reflection.



P Michael Biggs
Words of Hope
Encouragement
Inspiration