Why am I writing about these things in this
message?
Well, the question is, “What practical,
functional benefits do these things provide?”
On the surface, absolutely none, they are
just fanciful undertakings to appease an internal desire. But remember, we are
human and part of us is our spirit that makes up our personal character. We
also have a soul, but that is a whole
different message. Just as we need to
satisfy of physical body, we too need to satisfy our spirit. A person’s whose body
that is nourished but spirit is lacking, won’t be fulfilled until such time
that all parts are satisfied. We all know that feeling after a great holiday or
an exciting weekend; we can feel tired but somehow, still be overwhelmed with enthusiasm
for life.
I think we don’t give enough attention or priority
to the whimsical things our spirit wants us to do. We dismiss then as
nice-to-haves that we will do when (if) we get a chance. That is our failing because
of the pressure of work, family responsibilities and other community
activities. All very necessary, but sometimes we need to look at the withered spirit
and give it the much needed nourishment it yearns for. Take that early morning
walk on the beach and feel the sand between your toes. Go fishing, if you have had
it on the to do list forever. Start that hobby you have been planning to do
when you get that quiet moment. Play a musical instrument or perhaps just read a book. It is that simple
to do. You just have to start.
Once you feel the rewards, what you initially
felt was a sacrifice of time, will be seen as a valuable investment. Your
outlook on life will extend past the immediate mediocrity of work and paying
bills. There is so much more. With the passing of another colleague, it is a
reminder that our time is not indefinite and we don’t know when our last day will
come. I would hate to have the regret, when looking back over my life, of not
getting out there to see that volcano or taking that balloon trip just because
I didn’t value the importance of my spirit as part of my being.
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