"Ponderable"

"The past should be culled like a box of fresh strawberries rinsed of debris, sweetened judiciously and served in small portions not very often." - Laura Palmer

One secret to living life to its fullest in the present, is not to dwell on the past. The past is just that, the past. It cannot be changed, no matter how often we reiterate it in our minds, while asking the inevitable question, "What if?" The best that can come from past mistakes is to ascertain from them. If we gain that much, then the impropriety was not totally in vain.

Instead of settling on negative memories, select from the array of images in your mind. Quickly fast forward beyond any scenes that conjure up bad feelings. The ones which are left may still need to be sweetened with the wisdom we have attained since that time when the memory was an actual reality. This wisdom can be used sparingly, for any insight into our past, which enables us to grow emotionally and/or spiritually, is the sweetest gift from above.

This is what life is all about. It is a never ending, myriad of events -- some good, while others, not so good. From these we develop and mature, until one day, we have reached a point where at last, we begin to feel good about who we are becoming. It is not about pride, but rather, a feeling of complacency.

These servings of recollection should be small in portion and only partook of occasionally; otherwise, we may become too "full" of ourselves, overly tenacious, and thus, disregard from whence we came. Humility is a far better thing than arrogance, which in the end can be very devastating. We must stay within proper balance.

Yes indeed, moderate portions now and then, of selected memories, sweetened by the blessings in life.

lifesavior

winding my way through life
  twisted turns rising higher
  pausing
   glancing downward from whence i came
    to the abysmal gorge so resonant
     lifeless
      familiar
        one erroneous step would find me plummeting down
         down
scrutinizing
i take heed of one branch
  jutting from the insides of yesterday
   i commit to memory it's position
    knowing where to grasp hold securely
     and
      direct my concentration
       should i once again tread too far

linda l. la londe
EARTHENVESSELS@CENTURYTEL.NET

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