New Identities

Thinking about reasons for needing another person or animal, a separate entity which is breathing, alive and in our life space. Surely worthiness exists even if no one else acknowledges/notices our presence? From that, if our feelings do not matter to anyone or anything else, or our ideas and thoughts remain invalidated . . . that is, they are not radiated back to us from anywhere outside our own heads . . . why bother?

Being. What exactly IS it? Going about the daily life routine . . . arising in the morning, or whenever we do it - getting clean and dressed, to whatever extent we feel presentable . . . are we applying hair dressing, spray, or makeup, or smoothing wrinkles in our shirts or skirts? Do we wear khakis or wool? What matters - to us or to our audiences?

Coordinating . . . who is going to school, what is needed? What is the Plan for today? Have the pets been fed, watered, walked? Did anyone throw up anywhere? Who must be picked up at what time and why? Looking all right, are we? Hair in place, purse/wallet containing licenses, etc. with us? Is everyone doing everything possible to make our routines smooth and trouble-free? If not, have we expressed ourselves as to this lack of cooperation?

Entering our vehicles (most of us do this . . . a few pockets of resistance to oil consumption exist, no doubt minorities) absentmindedly turn the key and expect to be on the move - we drive furiously . . . somewhere. Amid traffic, fumes, highway chaos. Excitement? Action? Listening to music, inspirational tapes, however our true hearts need to be lulled, within the time frame available.

Find a parking space, time is of the essence. Getting about the business of our lives. Thinking about . . . what needs to be done, expectations, demands, chores, work. Losing ourselves to find ourselves.

So, WHO are we really? A clear picture we would love and treasure at all times . . . can we see it?