Thanks for visiting my blog. Blessings ‘n blissings. Gillian http://shiftfrequency.com

The past is not for living but only reflecting
Tomorrow’s memories lived today;

And when aeons from millennia come
Centuries and decades and years;

And months from all the weeks
Days and hours and minutes;

From seconds and eternities come
Gods and You and I.

Time — what has it left me?
Perhaps only that which can be remembered

or
a tear
or
many more
for
a smile.

Okay, now it’s also “Time” to get back into the spirit of gardening!

The phrase is a simple metaphor (for lack of a better word) for change. So long as I continue to do what I have been doing the past and the future, or the way I am, are the same. The tendency that is habit, particularly habit of thought, makes this a certainty. From early in life unsolved problems, issues of control for example, become outliers, a horizon before me and a habit of thought as well as behavior is developed to keep things in place. A feeble excuse for control. A tendency is developed that is carried into adult life. The most vexing part of change then are the subtleties, the issues around which I built the habit of my person. The sticks on which I hang the scarecrow that is my ego. The ego is not very big on change it thrives in the status quo. It wants to be who I am but it is not, it is how I am. This can be flipped and the ego restored to purpose. A tool for the service of my soul. The ego, of course, feels threatened by change. It has forgotten that change is its friend.

In my life I have changed habits of thought and behavior on which the person known to the world of acquaintance is known. Whole new horizons open up and an entirely new dimension of self is realized. It is easy for me to see that the potential here is vast. Change is real work. Habits are stubborn and the person I built around the trials of childhood, the hardened shell I thought to protect myself with is a tough nut to crack. It is easy to reinforce the harden shell I once imagined protected me. It is like a garden. I work and work to clear out the weeds and then a distraction presents itself, life gets tough and the habits, or weeds, take over and I am left to do the work again. Yes I have been there and done that. Once I have cleared the garden again, I am working on it, I can nurture my soul with the result and perhaps I will have learned a more durable lesson this time.