When I was a little girl one of my favorite things to do was play with my dollies. I rocked them, read to them, fed them. I was practicing to be a mommy.
I caught Azure more than once on this last short trip, outside on the tree-swing. I wondered where her thoughts were taking her. Was she practicing passing math? fixing Sierra's hair for a date? making Gage laugh? I know her mind had taken her someplace far and deep because most of the time I was watching her, she didn't see me.
Last month Sierra went skydiving. Although it was a tandem jump she still had to practice.
Life is like that - we practice everything before we perform it. Whether it's a quick rehearsal in our minds, or a steady rhythmic repeat of actions for days, nothing happens that we don't practice first. It makes me want to fill my mind and my actions with good things - good practice that will lead to a good life. I love this poem by James Allen from "As A Man Thinketh":
Mind is the master power that moulds and makes
And man is mind; and evermore he takes
The tool of thought, and shaping what he wills
Brings forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills
He thinks in secret and it comes to pass
Environment is but his looking glass
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Amen except even with practice, things happen and one needs to remember to roll with the unexpected.
ReplyDeletepractice, practice, practice... we can hope that it all pays off but sometimes mistakes still happen. great post.
ReplyDeletePractice makes perfect right? Great post :-)
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