What the World Needs Now, Fireworks

Driving to drop my days’ worth of sorting clothes and toys off at the local charity bins, I see the neighbours fireworks shooting high up into the sky. Red, green, yellow and blue, the shapes danced and lit up the night with bursts that had me smiling. I remember the first time I saw a professional fireworks display in Ancaster Ontario. The same colours but perhaps on a larger display scale echo in my mind’s eye. That original finale included a full-out Canadian flag shot onto the May 24 ebony screen. Chills of delight riveted up my spine. What magic that light and dark can play off against each other.

My life is much that way these days. The more I seek growth and a sense of balance the new level, new devil programme seems to kick into gear—a thank you to my “TTC” classmate for that reminder. Relationship challenges, especially to do with clear and effective communication, are creating some internal and external fireworks in my existence. That’s what I want though, an authentic existence made up of those more challenging and gritty conversations that get to the heart of what is really go on between “I and thou”. I welcome the emotional surge in my aching heart as I realize how much clarity of thought and purpose mean for myself. And from what they tell me, my being a clear communicator means a lot to my partner for my partner, my friends and loved ones. I can respect that and strive to grow with their feedback firmly planted in my psyche.

I recently read a quote from one on my trainers at http://www.transpersonalcanada.com/ that went something like “a bit of disillusionment…can offer a bit of enlightenment.” I’ve had some deeply heartfelt conversations with people closest to me recently and have found myself in tears of frustration but after that wave a sense of peace came upon me. It’s OK to not find my life as perfect, but find perfection in the life that I do have. Beautiful.