Find The Small.

My heart thinks. Allowing my fingers to speak.

First of all, I wanted to thank all of you for the emails of support and encouragement. What started out as an outlet, has turned out to be so much more. I am not just satisfied that these words of encouragement on this page have been a point of relation, but I am fulfilled that they are able to touch, to move, and to cause a stirring of the soul. You guys are amazing for taking the time to read and to digest all of it.
This will be my last post until after the New Year. I want to take some time to reflect, and to spend time with my family who push me to be the best version of myself that is humanly possible. I do plan to take in as much as I can until the New Year so that 2014 can be the most self revealing year yet.
I want to leave you with a thought….

It always starts out with a nudge. A whisper. That delicate balance between what is the lie we tend to be convinced of, or the truth we have been in search of. It is always found in the small.

The smallest detail.
The smallest bit of digestible advice.
The smallest act of kindness.
The memorable lyric.
The smallest beauty nature has to offer.

We sometimes over look the small that will teach us the life lessons that leads us to the big. The big being not just the light at the end of some tunnel, but the tunnel itself that we must go through in order to become who we will be for the rest of our lives.

Find the small.

Love, LO

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Watchtower.

Watchtower.

Live Free.

(Photo: A long stretch of South Georgia Highway)

I have gotten into my share of scrapes and bruises in life. All too often I feel like I ended up on the opposite end of a win loss column.

These outcomes were mostly determined by the choices I made. All, while taking my deepest breaths and longest moments of pause. Some of these alternatives were selected so that I did not have to feel the pain that sometimes life offers up.

As I look back, feeling the pain of life came a distant second to the horror of feeling the fear of life itself, and all that it has the ability to point in my direction. In my mind, avoidance was not only my best offense, it was inappropriately my best defense. It could always be preemptive in nature. It was much easier to defend, deflect and dodge, than to ever have to deal with the “in your face” truths.

We often make the mistake of placing more importance on fearing pain than we do on feeling it.
Pain is not the enemy, fear is. The crippler of dreams. Pain, as many of us are aware, lets us all know we are still alive. It is an overlooked character of life that is not going away anytime soon. It really is its own entity, impolitely making its presence known by tapping us on the shoulder to remind us of not just the wound itself, but the reason we are here to begin with.
Close your eyes. Slow your world down. Feel it, just do not fear it.

Love, LO

Depth Of Forever.

Depth Of Forever.

Illuminate.

(photo: My hand. My cross. My living room.)

Our path. Hopefully, it is the shortest distance between two points. Well, at least that is what we all strive for. Most of us look for the shortcut, a way to unearth that predetermined path of least resistance. What if….and I say “if”, the path of least resistance is the worst path of them all?
There are things that could have been, and things that should have been. These outcomes are weighted by our own decisions.

The things that could be, are within our grasp, paths that are just still in need of a little illumination by the ones that walked it before us.

The things that should have been, become a blurred memory of either regret or self education.

Either way we look at it, we go through what we go through so that we may not just light our own path, but the paths of others. Illumination was created for the sole purpose of igniting one’s lost passions, and reigniting our own passions.

The difference can be made one way or the other. Whether it is through art, love, counsel, or written words, choose to illuminate your own path, so that we all can find our own way.

LO…