Landing

Writers Block is a very weird thing… It is not like constipation, because there is nothing there in some cases. I have not been able write for some months, someone asked me why I was not writing, they prefaced the question with the answer could not be “I don’t know, my answer came to me easily unlike most lies, I simply said, “I have nothing to say”. Truth is, I do have tons to say, it is more like the planes waiting to land, circling and circling, but never having permission to land, I have not given myself permission to land.

I think what has happened is that when I have something to say there is always something in the way, some mundane task that seems to take priority over my message. You know, like the ever important task of laundry or running out to hear another friend’s message, all the while mine is waiting, lurking, and eventually runs out of gas way before she ever gets to the “landing strip”, i.e. paper.

Maybe that is how all good intentions lost get undone. The daily routine budges in line and before we ever know it, it’s gone.

I do have something to say, a message to be heard, and today, she is called by me, the one who runs the show, to land.

My friend and I were talking the other day about scarcity and abundance. There are times in our lives that we have felt like we are lacking, there is just never enough, never enough love, time, money, food, or chocolate. You know the basics! Then other times we find ourselves overwhelmed with all of the same things, wedding days are full of love, a day here or there with nothing to do. Well, most people don’t find a lot of days with too much money, but hey, go into the dollar store, and all of the sudden the world is your oyster. There is Thanks Giving, where inevitably there is someone that points out the obvious “there is too much food here”. As for chocolate, I would say that may just be the exception for some, there can never be enough chocolate. Well, unless you eat a six pack of buster bars and can prove it by being paralyzed by the pain, but even then… Who knows? So the question I ask is why can’t every day be one of those special days?

Why as humans are we stuck in the mode of scarcity? Why do we always ask what we are missing instead of what is here?

A few years ago after listening to The Secret or some other self help book, they all seem to run together, I started asking myself instead of what was missing, what was not missing?

Even though looking back I really didn’t “have” all that much, I felt rich. In comparison to today I was not, today my life is so abundant, that sometimes I have to pinch myself to believe it is real. I am not sure that I feel any better. The old saying of “don’t count your chicken before they’re hatched” needs to have a little after statement, “but don’t be afraid to be thankful for the ones you’ve already got”.

The Dali Lama says that the key to being happy is being not only aware of what you’ve got but being grateful for it. It is the whole “want what you have”, what if that is the key to happiness, I know it has been for me, but what I want to know is does it work for everyone?