Carol Wiebe

I saw this door, she said, and just knew that if I crossed the threshold, I would see something that would cause my whole life to change. What happened when you went in? he asked. Are you kidding? Her eyes became teary. I didn’t dare! No-one would recognize me after I came out. Were you ever sorry you didn’t risk it? He put his hand to her cheek. Every day of my life. She looked down. He lifted her face again, and looked in her eyes. Then we’ll find another door. Threshold #C

The very things we accuse of holding us back may really be building us up. Chains Many who have survived “hard times” will tell you that they learned so much from those experiences: discipline, fortitude, a sense of purpose (if only to survive), a realization of strength they didn’t know they had. Suffering strips all that is superfluous from our lives and exposes that which means the most to us. We must never forget that we may also find meaning in life even when confronted

If we can turn things around, there is always a huge sense of accomplishment. We have overcome habit, inertia, a longstanding challenge. And that feels fantastic! At least until we do it, (whatever it is) again. Am I being negative? Absolutely not! If we think we can overcome a huge obstacle with only one push, we are usually fooling ourselves. We have to keep trying, and keep trying, until we round the bend for good. Come through on the other side. Transform ourselves. Isn’t

. Are you living an unreal life, one that doesn’t feel authentic? Perhaps it is time to examine what is contained within and crying to be born, or at least given recognition. You know what I am talking about ~ it will not go away, but you dare not feed it for fear that it will grow and take over your life. It will demand change. It will demand courage on your part. But it will be real. All Is Contianed There’s no reality except the one contained within us. That’s why so many

. Our various experiences overlap and interact ~ tapestries hung on the walls of our lives. Sometimes they are woven whole, without a hitch or knot to interrupt the surface. Other times, they encounter wear as we go along: a spot here, a snag there. And, not too often we hope, a complete tear rips through the fabric we so carefully put on display. Threads are left hanging, in a vain attempt to soften the edges, but the rent has been made. A whole new effort will be called for

. Some people love to moan and groan about how the old ways (i.e.the BEST ways) are fading away. Others are always waiting for something BETTER to come along, seldom enjoying what they have because it isn’t good enough. We are alive NOW ~ not in some dimly remembered past, or postulated future. Living in the past or putting all your attention on the future makes the present, for all intents and purposes, disappear. Don’t be a ghost in your own life. Disappearing Act I’ve come

My son and I had a conversation yesterday about making plans. January is a month where plan making is a traditional, often dreaded, ritual. We have a special name for January plans, and it is very solemn. Be it resolved that I lose “x” pounds. Be it resolved that I become completely organized and efficient. Be it resolved that I find a mate/dump a mate/get a date. You know what I’m talking about. Those fairy tales we make up and dub “resolutions” but which seldom end up helpi