Find your gift
This is the first time that I have read this quote by William Shakespeare. I’ve definitely heard a hundred different versions of it I suppose but somehow it takes on more power and meaning attributing it to William Shakespeare.
We give value to words from famous people. As if they were gifted with more value than the rest of us. But do the words come from the persons themselves or perhaps they belong to the creator of all life that imparts bits and pieces of wisdom to each of us.
And if that were to be the case than it doesn’t really matter “who” the messenger is at all.
Crazy thoughts I guess that don’t mean much. But I like this quote. I think I will adopt it for awhile. Maybe write it on my write on board above where I sit.
What is your gift?
Do you know? I wonder if perhaps our gifts change from time to time or are they a core part of our being?
Do you remember being six years old? Thirteen? Twenty-one? Forty? I can remember glimpses of my former self but they are like people I once met and walked with. They don’t really seem to be the me that I am today.
Perhaps that is because every day, every single day we wake up and are someone new. A blend of our yesterdays of course but the possibilities of each new day and how we respond to them will be different.
Change happens. Within. Without. All around us. The universe enfolds as do we. Perhaps our final union with God will be that recognition that we are ongoing, growing and always becoming something new.
Give your gift away
And how do you give away who you are? It just happens don’t you think? If we are able to accept the gift of who we are the gifting comes as easily as just being ourselves. Like the sun gives warmth and the rain waters the earth and someone’s smile brightens our day. Is there a struggle to all that?
Can’t say that will stop me from trying to be more, do more and accomplish more but maybe one of these days I will take my advice and lighten up. There is always hope!
And the book goes on
Okay – maybe the memoir is a bad idea. Maybe no one will want to read it . . . but you know what? I’m doing it anyway! One of the sisters had an uncle who wrote a memoir and just published it for his family. It was the most amazing and fun read! I still remember parts of it.
One of his stories was this. He lived in a small town growing up. One day a new boy came to class and the teacher introduced him as “Pretty Boy.” One day the author went to Pretty Boy’s house to see if he could come out and play. His mom opened the door and when he asked if Pretty Boy could come out, she said, “He is a pretty boy, isn’t he?”
After he grew up the last time he saw Pretty Boy was coming out of a bank with both guns smoking. He was Pretty Boy Floyd.
Personally I think if everyone in the whole world wrote their memoirs it would be the most amazing, amazing collection of life stories. So I am just going to add my bit to the world wide collection.
- Decided I really needed a donut morning. Even though we had a donut morning yesterday. So we did.
- Having fun working on websites and books and oh my!
- Got the results back from a bone density test. I have Osteopenia which is some bone loss but not enough to be called Osteoporosis. I drink a lot of milk and cheese and take a good dose of vitamin D but going to start doing a little weight lifting. That is supposed to help. Lucky me we have a whole weight lifting gym downstairs.