"The Early Bird Gets The Worm" Episode One Hundred Four(video)

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The “Is It True?” Series Episode One Hundred Four

“The early bird gets the worm”

There doesn’t appear to be a shortage of worms. If I go out for a walk after a good rain, the sidewalk is covered with the slimy slithery things. The ground gets flooded with water so they come out, otherwise they will drown. As I am walking along, I keep an eye on my feet because I don’t want to smush any. That would be really icky. We used to catch lightning bugs and smash them with our shoes to see the glow they’d leave behind on the pavement. I still feel bad about those poor innocent fireflies.

Worms freak me out. Not as much as Daddy Long Legs or centipedes do, but enough to give me the heebie-jeebies. Daddy Long Legs look like a mole that sprouted legs. They make no sense at all. Centipedes, the ones with a gazillion legs and probably just as many eyes, make my skin crawl just thinking about them. The darn things sprout up out of drains, tubs, and basement walls and they are as quick as a shape shifter. Worms fall somewhere after spiders and before bunnies in terms of their scariness. They don’t have a brain or eyes, they don’t have a backbone or limbs, and some don’t have muscles. What the heck are they? They are described as a tube. Tube of what? No forget it, I don’t want to know.



I do garden, so I have picked them up and flung them across the yard before. It is the best I can do. I much prefer an earthworm to a grub. Grubs are definitely grosser. The earthworms are soft and seem so fragile. They appear vulnerable to so many elements, but I could be wrong. Maybe they’re saying, “Lady you don’t scare me, squish me in two or even get your hoe, I am invincible” Somehow they are smart enough to be able to grow new worm segments if one gets chopped off. This is certainly more than we can do. Maybe the brain isn’t that important after all. They do not think a new body into being, they just grow one.

While the early birds are up and about, ready to embrace the day, the not-so early birds are just chillin’ in the nest. They are in no rush which very well may be the better sense of timing. You never know. If it just so happens to start raining, they are warm and dry. When the rain begins to fall, it lulls them peacefully back into dreamland. They sleep soundly while listening to the gentle beat of the raindrops on the leaves. When the sun comes out again, the well rested birds easily gather their feast from the sidewalk and go on with their day, tummy full and energized. The birds that were out there at the crack of dawn are exhausted from securing food and flying around in the rain all day. I don’t know. I don’t really know how birds work.

The idea that takin’ it easy, as opposed to racing around in a panic, might produce results sounds real good to me, especially since I can’t seem to get out of bed. I have been allowing myself to sleep however long I want to sleep… maybe I am tired. It‘s been a rough couple of years. I made changes. I began taking steps forward with courage. I was brave. I chose to follow my heart. One would think I would feel super happy about it and I am, don’t get me wrong, but I feel exhausted and even depressed. I believe I am in a period of transition and it doesn’t mean to turn around. It is the equal and opposite reaction to a time of intensely heightened energy. I remember the adrenalin. I could physically feel the cortisol coursing through my veins much more than the rather temporary way elation and excitement causes it to do. It was never-ending.

We know that happiness causes "good, good, good vibrations," but "negative” experiences vibrate too. Their vibration can actually be quite high and wild. This energy is extremely distracting which is why it is difficult to focus on anything else, even though it would be a good idea to. It’s like a magnet, pulling us away from what is real, the true present and drawing us into fear- past and future. Breaking free from that intensity is like a big ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… but it can leave an emptiness where the static used to be. We face the reality of all that has happened. When in the thick of things, its harder to see and there's no time or space to feel. Maybe this is why people stay in painful situations, but I know it’s more complex than that… much more. I do believe it’s part of it. What now? What’s next?

Personally, I do not want to create some drama, distraction, only to wind up here again. I am allowing myself the time to settle. We shift and adjust… to be present with who we truly are beyond the trauma and its ensuing chaos and chatter. It requires patience and trust, faith and hope that there is more. More will be revealed in time. Things unfold to make some sense. We weren’t meant to exist solely within a struggle, or in bliss for that matter. The pain of staying the same is much greater than any fear of changing. AND… and a BIG AND… despite the fact it is uncomfortable, we can do it anyway. There is no going back. We must be who we came here to be and do what we came here to do.

In our own way and our own time… we listen and truly follow our hearts. There are no guidelines. This would be a contradiction. There is no right or wrong way to be ourselves, there are no mistakes, only necessary lessons. This is the message I am receiving. I am slowly allowing myself to accept the good. It’s new. I’m used to having the wind in my hair with nothing to lose and nowhere to go but up. I accept the freedom and responsibility of choice. I am free to make my own. I Honor My Truth!

Love

Debra
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