Observing Our View – The Bigger Perspective

Tall.Avocado.TreeGreetings Observers of Life!

I have been noticing something about being an observer. It requires me to change my vantage point. I cannot stay where I am and expect to see something different. I must either move to a different location or even higher ground to be able to see and better understand what is going on around me.

When I was a young girl, I loved climbing the avocado tree in the back yard. I would shimmy up the large branches and drop myself onto the garage roof. I loved seeing my yard and house from this view. They seemed smaller and I could see details that I couldn’t from ground level. I also liked climbing the six foot fences that bordered the houses behind and to the side of us. I was able to see the other yards and our relationship to them. Things were easier to understand when I changed how I viewed them. I would spend what seemed like hours, over the years, climbing and going higher to gain a bigger view of my yard, the house, and what was beyond them. I liked having that perspective plus, I got to see the changes that were taking place in the neighbor’s yards. That was fun.

As I grew and became a teenager, I was introduced to hiking in the San Gabriel San.Gabriel.MountainisMountains. Oh, what a joy!!! All of the sudden I gained a bigger view of not just my neighborhood, but the city and the entire valley I grew up in. I saw its relation to the whole and on a clear day, I could see the ocean from that view as well. I truly lived in a marvelous and vast area! My perspective changed and I saw how every city was connected by the boulevards for which I View.of.LA.Oceanrode my bicycle. I also got to see the freeways that took us from our home to grandma’s house near the foothills. Seeing this connection took the mystery out of what was once the unknown. It was also during this time I started buying and studying maps for the fun of it as they, too, showed a bigger view of how to get from here to there.

Where do you need to see a bigger picture of your current location or maybe your current circumstances? Do you feel that you are only surrounded by what you know and you can’t see beyond it and you feel like there is no other solution or option to what is going on in your immediate life? There is and it is here that we get to remember that we are observers and that a higher view can bring a perspective and show options that otherwise were not understood or known. We can rise up and look back to what is occurring and from this view become more conscious to the bigger picture. This expands our awareness and thus we can act from our greater understanding verses the limited beliefs we had as I did as a child in my own back yard.

Changing our vantage point also allows us to observe ourselves better. We are not only the actor of our lives we, as an observer, are the director of it. As we begin to see from a higher perspective, we can guide ourselves to where we need to go. This is because we have seen that everything is connected and this view reveals where we need to go is really a shorter distance than what we once thought.

Observing from Higher Places,

Sue

Observation Adjusted a.k.a. A Little Camping Will Wake You Up!

Hues.of.lightI watched the hues of light form, from my window, as dawn came near. It was the most quiet time here at the campground. The waves pounded the shore to the point I felt their energy, the compression of their weight with the release of each wave. There are those moments that are so serene, that time stops and breathing and staring into the beauty is all I can do. And I did. Some hours before, I also stared out this same window. The stars shone brightly and the wind had calmed to allow me to open the window for fresh air. Looking due east I saw flashes of light. I was puzzled in how this could be as it was clear above me. Only light fog hovered over the land briefly, yet it is not here this morning.

In the quiet of my space I made coffee and stood to feel the breeze come through one window to the other. Alive! I turned off the fire from under the pot just before the whistle. Steam filled the cup as I poured slowly and stirred. Bliss… the smell of coffee while camping. That dark elixir that appeals to this writer’s heart. Settling back in to the warmth of the covers, the campground began to stir.

Dogs and children become restless as it gets lighter. Families come out of their campers and tents, squinting at the brightness. The day has begun. Movement. The scent of campfires. The sound of toys and things. Play and chatting. It is a village of sorts and I think about what it may have been like to live in a village type of atmosphere where seclusion is not the experience, but that you hear and see and communicate to your neighbors as soon as you step outside the door. There is still some sense of separation at a campground. Each camper is here for a different reason. Some to relax, others to give their kids an experience, while others are here because they made reservations months ago and it is just the going and doing of it because it was paid for or because there is an urge for the unknown.

One thing about this trip is I got sleep while I was here. It is good to slow down aMoon through the window bit and purposefully be somewhere different to adjust my patterns, think different thoughts and spend time on my soul. That is what this has been for me. Sometimes getting away takes effort and planning and staying home is just easier. But, I am seeing that if I want to get something done, have something change, be somewhere else, the effort is less obstructive than the stagnation of remaining where I am. Wondering whether or not I should do something takes the magic out of the moment. If I feel it… do it. The idea did not come to me just to think about it alone. The creative seed is planted for the purpose of growth and expression and the expansion of Life Itself through me and as me. I was not given breath just to ponder the breath, but to allow it to thrust me forward into the next movement of this dance I am participating in. As long as I have breath I am to be unfolding.

Ganesh mantra came to me while walking on the beach yesterday and as it did, I thought about where I am and the propulsion of where I am going… the desires in my heart the activities I participate in. I see that I have come far, learned much and done much. But I am not done! I am still discovering and still finding shackles that need to be released. I hold the keys and I have the freedom to release myself into wide open spaces. Ganesh is all about removing obstacles and releasing. I think this trip has stirred up my thinking regarding this;  to “walk through” verses thinking and planning the “walk” whatever that walk may be. I open myself to the magic of being lead by Love, led by the Mystery, taking the action and discovering along the way. Unhindered. I teach others to do this, to be it, and yet I have found myself caught in a cycle that needed to be broken and broken it is! I affirm that for myself.

Sometimes we are unaware of our condition until we get out of the condition. Shake up the routine. Do what is not normal. No… it is not easier to stay due to the effort to move! Staying calcifies the energies of the dreams and desires and makes them harder to reach.

Wave.at.DoranThis morning I felt the energy of the waves, their compression as they pounded the shore reverberated throughout the campground. I am the wave.

What’s It All About?

SF.via.Ferry.Window

My beliefs can be jaded by how I observe my surroundings or by the stories I tell myself regarding what I see or perceive to be real. I must take the time to find out what is really going on or at least hold lightly in my mind and heart the current events so that I don’t go down a rabbit hole of false conjectures.

This picture, which I took on a ferry from Larkspur to San Francisco, is a good example. The window is covered by the spray of the waves, not rain. The sky seems gray, but only because it is early morning in San Francisco and the fog burned off  shortly after my arrival. This image brings me joy because I remember the kind of day I had in the City by the Bay. To some though, it may conjure different feelings.

So here’s what it’s about… the stories about taking the time to notice not just what I see and sense, but observing my raw reactions to the experiences and writing about them; drawing you in to observe and to share your own responses.