Peach Pie for Breakfast

Last night I made a peach pie and this morning I had a piece for breakfast! Yum!

After "breakfast" I took a bike ride to stretch my legs and see what, if anything, was new or different in my little patch of paradise.

I could have started my day by listening to the news or heading right to my desk to start working, but I didn't do either of those things.

My day goes best when I do something unexpected, when I remind myself that I have a choice about how I want to show up in the world.

This taking a break from going through my day without really inhabiting it gives me a sense of inner freedom. That inner freedom reminds me there's another way to meet life.

It's not automatic for us to automatically buckle under the cares and worries and demands that can sneak up on us throughout the day.

We have more resources at our fingertips than we know.

And I want to experience those resources. Put them into play.

I want to be in a state of mind that's open instead of closed, where I can be receptive rather than rejecting, where I be kinder, more creative, enjoy my life and help others around me to be able to do the same. 

You all know I love creating collages and collage postcards. I think it's because my mind gets blown open if I put images together that normally would have no business being in the same space. 

When I rearrange the way the world might look (in my mind or on paper), my experience of the world expands. It's not as limited as the media wants us to believe.

I start seeing everything in a way that adds both possibility and appreciation. That goes for people, world events, crises, opportunities, even doing the laundry.

What know for sure is that thinking (or more accurately, trying to figure things out) is less effective than getting out of the way and letting our wisdom speak. 

When I'm willing to be open, to ask, yet again, "what else? what if?" and then listen, new ideas come. And then I can use my thinking to implement my inspiration.

​But not the other way around.

Instead of rummaging through the attic of my mind searching for old solutions to new problems, I can turn to what's right in front of me. Maybe I'll rearrange the pieces. Maybe I'll take some away. Or add something else to the mix. 

Solutions and fresh perspectives live in the present. Not in the past, not in the future.

And sometimes access to those solutions and fresh perspectives are "invited" when we do something unexpected, something unexpected or that goes against the everyday way of doing things.

Like eating peach pie for breakfast.