Last year, I wrote a post about a friend who chooses a word for the new year instead of making resolutions. I love this idea and for the past few years, I’ve done the same. Last year, my word was explore and I must say my year lived up to my word.
I discovered a number of new hiking and biking trails and took a great solo trip to explore Door County, WI–a place I’d always wanted to visit.
I’ve also spent a lot of time this year exploring meditation on my own and in a group setting. Both have proved to be quite beneficial and rewarding.
And I’ve been exploring another platform for my writing and have posted a number of articles there. Needless to say, in exploring that site I’ve been neglecting this one. It’s been hard to keep up with both.
I heard a story about intentions the other day that went something like this:
On a busy intersection, an elderly woman struggles to cross the street. A man walks by and sees her. He wants to help, so he offers his assistance and she crosses the street safely.
On different busy intersection, another elderly woman struggles to cross the street. A man who would normally not stop to help sees a beautiful woman on the other side of the street. He offers his assistance to the elderly woman in the hopes of impressing the beautiful one.
In both cases, the net results are the same. An elderly woman made it across the street safely. But the intentions behind the result were very different.
So the question I have for today is this: Do intentions matter and if so to whom?
If I was the elderly woman they don’t seem to matter. Either way, the help I needed arrived and I crossed the street safely.
If I was either man, I’d like to think intentions matter. After all, our intentions behind what we do shows our character. Our intentions reveal who we are on the inside.
If I was the beautiful woman looking to find a good man to date, intentions would matter greatly. I’d like to get to know the first man rather than the second.
That’s my quick and simple 2-cents answer.
What are your thoughts on this one? I invite you to share your own 2-cents.
I was in a difficult situation this week. I won’t go into details right now because the experience is still too raw and emotional. I will say it happened on a hike that required a rescue team. I guess my companion and I took my word for the year–explore–a bit too far.
Every so often, I meet someone on a dating app who’s as curious as I am. Last month, I met such a person and he asked me the question posed above. I think it’s such a great question to help get to know someone better.
One of the things I love about living in Minnesota is the change of seasons. Each one has a different energy and aspect to appreciate. The rhythm and cycle of the seasons help me feel connected to the earth and to nature. They keep me grounded.
I heard an interview once with the wife of Dr. Seuss and she shared something that surprised me. She said that he didn’t write for others. He wrote for himself. If people liked what he wrote, so be it! But that wasn’t the reason he wrote.
At the beginning of every year, a dear friend of mine picks her word for the year. It may be a word that represents what she wants to focus on for the year or how she wants to show up.
I love this idea and for last few years I’ve chosen a word for the year as well. One year it was Release, another year it was Trust.
As this new year dawned, I began pondering what my word for this year would be. I think I’ve settled on Explore. I’d like to continue my inner world exploration through meditation and add outer world exploration as well. This can take the form of exploring a new place in the great outdoors or exploring a new idea or activity.
So today I ask you to ponder the same question: What’s your word for this year?
There are so many things I love about the holiday season. One of my favorites is the way the season sparkles with lights. Since darkness comes so much earlier this time of year, it’s a joy to see so many homes and trees illuminated in a bright celebration. They bring to mind this verse of “Silent Night”:
“Son of God, love’s pure light Radiant beams from Thy holy face With the dawn of redeeming grace”
These lights are like joy, hope, grace and peace all wrapped up in a little twinkling bulb. Kinda like the babe himself, twinkling in a manger.
So what’s your favorite part of the holiday season?
I don’t know about you, but Thanksgiving felt like a non-event this year. I usually spend it with a house full of family, all of whom are amazing cooks. There’s always a buzz of activity along with great food and spirited conversation. This year, it was just me and my two sons. And although we had a nice conversation around the table and made a few of our favorite dishes, it just wasn’t the same. Thanksgiving didn’t feel like Thanksgiving.
Because of this, I’m feeling the need to make sure Christmas feels like Christmas. And I think lots of other people are feeling the same way I do.