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Collateral Beauty

collateral beauty

I recently watched the movie Collateral Beauty which I had to watch again for there was just so much to notice, to understand and to assimilate into my life.  If you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend it.  Truly.  It’s that profound.

There’s a richness to the tapestry of the movie that I wouldn’t even try to explain to you in my blog.  Yet, if you have watched the movie, please reach out and share with me.

In the movie we realize:

Love, Time and Death

connect every single human being on earth

we long for love

we wish we had more time

and

we fear death.

Here’s the trailer for Collateral Beauty!

Please let me know what you think!

Shine On!

xo

What’s The Trouble?

timeThe trouble is, you think you have time.  ~ Buddha

Procrastination weighs heavily on our shoulders at times.  We put off what we might have accomplished if we simply dug in and did whatever it is today.  Like Scarlett, in Gone With the Wind, we tend to say to ourselves, ‘I’ll think about it tomorrow.  After all, tomorrow is another day.”

But what if tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow and so on, we continue to put off?  What if, we decide to call a friend who’s been on our minds there and then instead of waiting a few days for a more convenient time?  What if we wait to call and something happens?  I’m not saying to live in fear that something could happen.  Oh no, I’m just trying to remind you to ‘just do it’ as Nike so grandly put it.  Why?  Because you’ll be so glad you did.

We need to trust our intuition.  There have been times in my life when I reached out and made sure I told someone how special they were, how much I loved them and how much I appreciated them.  Most times, it was simply a fond connection and maybe on some level it made the other person feel good.  But there have been a few times, when I am so grateful that I did because due to circumstances, I had no idea that it was to be our last conversation ever on the human plane.

As I look back on those experiences, my heartlight fills because unknowingly, I was able to tell them how much they meant to me before they passed away.  I hold dear those conversations that were divinely orchestrated and it has given me much peace in my heart that I didn’t put off saying how I felt and hearing how they felt as well.

For who knows how much time we have here on Earth?  Truly, we only have the present moment to count on for the future is unsure and the past is gone.  We don’t know when our time here on Earth ends and we move on to our next chapter.  Living in the present in the best way we can is the only way to find peace.

Christine over at A Gratitude Diva is hosting a gratitude challenge which I found yesterday.  I have done gratitude challenges before and enjoyed them.  You can peruse my blog for gratitude challenge and see my results which I found, dare I say, gratifying? ♥  If you are interested in joining the challenge with Christine and many others, here’s the link!  Please feel free to pass it along to your friends, family and readers.  Wouldn’t it be lovely if we all did it together?  Imagine how the energy level of our world would increase?

Here, I’ll start…I am grateful for my family, friends and loved ones.  I am grateful that I have the beautiful opportunity to connect with all of you for each and every one of you shines your heartlight into my life and into the lives of others with such beauty.  Thanks for being you! ♥

Shine On!

xo

 

 

Thanks For Your Time!

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“Thanks for Your Time” 

Over the phone, his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.” Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

“Jack, did you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said.

“Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,” Mom told him.

“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said.

“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said.

“He’s the one who taught me carpentry,” he said. “I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important. Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture. Jack stopped suddenly…

“What’s wrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.

“The box is gone,” he said.

“What box?” Mom asked.

“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most,” Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

“Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said. “I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.”

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. “Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,” the note read. Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. “Mr. Harold Belser” it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside.

“Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.” A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:

“Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser.”

“The thing he valued most was… my time”

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. “Why?” Janet, his assistant asked.

“I need some time to spend with my son,” he said. “Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!”

My 2nd grade teacher, with whom I’m still friends, sent me the above in an email ~ so I made it a post today because I liked it.  I hope you did too!

To everyone who reads this post today ~

“Thanks for your time.”

Shine On!

xo

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