I Still Believe in Love

I Still Believe in Love

I still believe in love, for how it gives me hope.  Hope that I am not hopeless. Hope that there are some redeeming traits about me that CB finds attractive.

Love fills me.  When I come home, the greeting is a hug and a kiss, and a ‘glad to see you’. 

And I ask about her day, and her interests.  We make plans.  We talk.  We laugh.

After all, that’s what lovers do, isn’t it?  We do life while in love.

I believe in love for the trust I hold sacred.  She trusts me.  I trust her.  She knows my secrets and loves me anyway. 

I believe in love because I love the feeling of being in love.  I love knowing someone is here, waiting for my call, waiting for me to walk in.  I love getting a text at mid-day just to say, ‘I miss you’.

I believe in love for all the right reasons.

Mostly because … I am very aware that I am deeply loved, and there is no greater knowing in this world. 

This is my

morning reflection.

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P Michael Biggs

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Habits

Habits

How many habits do we have?  Let me count the ways.

In his wonderful book – The Power of Habit, Charles Duhigg

tells us this: 

“More than 40 percent of the actions people perform each day weren’t actual decisions, but habits.”

I’ve head Denis Waitley, motivational speaker and author, tell this story.

On the Saturday before Easter, he and his wife were busily preparing the family feast for the next day.  As the ham was being prepared and about to be put into the baking dish, his wife said, “Don’t forget to cut the ends off the ham.”

Being the inquisitive man he is, Denis asked why. 

His wife, Susan, replied, “Because that is what my Mom always did.”

Again “why?”

I don’t know.  Let’s call Mom.

When Mom came on the phone, she replied, “Because that’s what my Mom always did.”

Why?

They called Grandma.

When they posed the question to Grandma as to why she cut the ends off the ham before baking it, she replied, “Because my baking dish is too small.”

That is truly a funny story, yet it demonstrates how some habits are handed down. 

My point is this:  Habits can be good, even great.  It can help us keep up with keys, wallet, hats and purses.  We do the same motion each time we handle these items.  They become habits and we can always find them.

I have often said, “I’m a creature of habit.”  I have routines and logical ways of doing things.”  And if I lose something momentarily, I’ll retrace my habitual ways of acting and can usually find the misplaced item.

This is more a post on “thinking” about habits rather than changing or eliminating habits.  For that, you may want to read Mr. Duhigg’s book, or others on the subject.

A final thought:  Just last night I was working on a small wood project.  I kept losing tracking of the small screws and support brackets I was using because I haven’t developed good enough habits for projects such as this.  Give me a set of drums and my old habits kick in pretty easily.

See the difference? 

Habits can be good – and they can be nemesis. 

Choose … WISELY!

This is my

morning reflection.

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P Michael Biggs

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How Far Can You Go?

How Far Can You Go?

As a small boy, I never gave any thought to traveling to London.  About all I knew about London was the song London Bridge Is Falling Down.  I thought my whole world was wrapped up in the town of my birth.

Nashville, fifty-three miles away, was the big city and it had way more than my little town.  But bad people lived there.  Shucks.  Most of us, in those days, didn’t even bother to lock our doors. 

And then college, then moves to other cities – Orlando, Albuquerque, Seattle, and other parts. 

My eyes got opened. 

In my music publishing days, I had the privilege of traveling to many cities in the US and in Canada.  My horizons grew.  My life experiences opened.

I began to see the world thru different eyes.

I saw distant shores with my own eyes.  I fished on Lake Michigan, I went up in the arch in St. Louis, I saw Mt. Rushmore. 

And then … London.  I actually cruised under London Bridge, saw Big Ben, was inside the Globe Theatre where Shakespeare’s plays were performed, attended a mass at Westminster Abbey, saw Buckingham Palace, Windsor Palace and Trafalgar Square.

The far lands became familiar. 

I’ve had the privilege to go places, places I had never dreamed of visiting as a kid from Tennessee.

All this to say … dreaming about such things is grand.  To actually get there in the physical body takes planning, forethought, and a will to do and be.

You can go and be and do.  Do you and I have the ‘will’ to go and be and do?

This is not a travelogue.  Nor is it a walk down memory lane and a moment to brag. 

It is a reminder for me, and perhaps you too, that we can go about as far as we dare to go, and are willing to plan to go, and aim to go.

The far shores come about, first, as a gleam in the eye, a desire in the heart, and a will to go. 

Then the plans of “how”.

One of my grandsons is on a gap-year trip to Australia.  He left in January 2018 and will probably return within a month or so from now.  What an epic journey he is having.  I marvel at the people he is meeting, the landscapes he is seeing, the foods, and the life experiences.  He has gone far, and he wants to go farther.  And, perhaps, some day, he will.

I hope you do too.  I hope you go as far as you possibly can.  I hope you enjoy the taste of kangaroo meat on your tongue, feel the winds of the outback on your face, see a koala, and stay away from crocodiles.  And if these aren’t for you, I hope you do whatever and wherever it is you want to go and do. 

Just come back and tell us all about your travels.

This is my

morning reflection.

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P Michael Biggs

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