Creating the indgredients for your life experience

This morning looking through the fridge trying to decide what I wanted to eat, what caught my eye was lettuce and tomatoes leftover from BLT night, rotisserie chicken that I bought on a whim, no milk but plenty of dressing. What was individual could be brought together with breakfast being a salad. A situation we all see ourselves in each day, looking at the individual but do we pull together all that is available and given to use, in making a larger whole of ourselves.?


Most take the pieces in working one profession, driving one path each day and following a predetermined routine with little variance in how we put the ingredients together to make more than seen in a single glance. Having jobs, passions, needs to prioritize individually with hopes each at a crossroads will come together to make a larger whole of who we are. Everyone is whole, how we choose to expand the whole is life being experienced as an artist who might sing as they paint, they have yet to show the world singing is part of painting. The laborer who might dance to the tune in their mind while they work, has yet to dance as the labor in life. We pause in becoming the combined ingredients of who we are. 


My life may seem crazy diverse to some, a operate a business I love while making time to write and use my energy at times as an ongoing tool or in the moment in observing this world to learn of my own creation. The recession taught me too no longer risk everything on one endeavor to be used only for what an egg can provide. To stretch regardless of how another may perceive the stretch as being conducive as the eggs in a basket, nicely arranged and viewable as a whole object, rather I choose to see the egg basket as a base ingredient to expand on and feed in a larger sense. 


Life is often seen as a painting, yet the painting is focused on as color, objects or abstraction presented. A painting done well contributes all elements being seen expanding thought and imagination as the completed work will never be seen the same individually. Life experience is one moment at a time, how we choose to view a moment influences the next moment and so forth. If we only see routine, the moments become existence rather than living. If the ingredients of change are seen in the moment and we choose to follow the prompts of change, then life is the experience. What did you choose to consume today, a combination of what was available, or just the easy choices available? 


With routine comes judgment in detouring from the routine, finding the motions to be repetitious and dull. Although doing so will feed your energy, enhancing the energy into new combinations of intake and expression are likely to be lost in a lack of imagination. It is safe, though nothing in life is meant to be truly safe – your focus and intent on taking what many would call a fools road, can lead to shores found and explored along the way. The fools’ card in Tarot always represents chance, unknown and imagination left to the recipient. Material security is carried in a bandana signifying all that is needed will be found. Very good reason why the Celtic culture used Tarot in identifying their history is all else was lost in recording that time/space of impending change. 


This day is the empty canvas of the imagination, not a painting of the past. Take the steps of trust and faith to repaint your world if yesterday was less than your soul desired to repeat. Take the leap of faith and recreate what nurtures you and feeds your imagination, turning the card of the fool on a journey without regret. By doing this the ingredients, which are brought together, will expand the old into the new of your dreams, hopes and passions already a part of you and waiting to be combined as a whole rather than how you see what is available for consumption. Feast on the future as the top chef of the heart. Therefore, it shall be
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