Tuesday, November 13, 2012

The fog has allowed me to see more clearly.


"The fog has allowed me to see more clearly."



I look through a window, separated only by a single glass pane, but still separate. I can see the festivities and happenings taking place on the other side of that window, but can never just travel through it to join in. Always on the outside looking in, always just inches from joining the happenings. The glass is not foggy, nor does it cloak my view. It actually allows me to see clearly. I can't hear the conversations on the other side of that glass, but I can read the facial and body reactions. I can read the moving lips. I stand there longing to be on the other side of that window, joining in the conversations. Then I feel this overwhelming emotion that tells me, being on the outside of that window is showing me so much more than if I were included. So much more is seen and revealed when you aren't so close. I still have that longing to be included, but the overwhelming emotions of being outside that window not just hearing words, but seeing others reactions seems to add more meaning to the words.

Too many words are spoken to consciously register the conversations, until the window fogs over. For a brief moment the window fogs over and I am forced to consider the conversations I never heard, but saw instead. For the brief moment, the picture plays out in my mind, the conversations play out in others voices, and then their reactions are also shown to me. When all the pieces are put together, you begin analysis of each conversation. Some were sweet in words, but gently harsh is the response. Others were blatantly obvious to be harsh in words, tone, and reaction. While others yet were harsh in words, but reactions softened the words. The fog has allowed me to see more clearly.

How can this be? How can you be able to see the conversations but not hear them, see the reactions but see them at the same time?

Once again, the glass clears. All of a sudden you are within the realm of happenings. Not outside the window. All of a sudden, you aren't on the outside looking in, but on the inside. You aren't seeing the conversations anymore, because you can hear them. You aren't reading reactions and expressions, they aren't visible to you anymore. How did this happen? Why can't you realize that the only reason you were able to see the true reactions during those conversations, was simply because you were looking from a different angle. Do you feel better now, now that you are on the inside of that glass? Do you feel as sure of your own instincts on the inside of that glass, as you were just looking in?

While you were looking from the outside in, there was someone looking from the inside just dreaming to be on the outside. Wishing they could take that step through the door, and look in from the window. The have such a longing to take that step, and see things from a different angle. The hear the conversations around them, but it's just noise. It's too much to process. For them taking that step out, means taking a step into the unknown. For them the unknown is a frightening concept. It means doing something that they haven't done for such a long time. It means taking a stand for themselves and not allowing anything or anyone to stand in their way. It means taking a leap of faith. Stepping into the great unknown may mean having to completely start over. Having to have enough confidence in themselves to know that once outside that door, they can restart. That they are capable.

That's where those already on the outside can help. Those already outside that door, have already made a fresh start, and have worked to rebuild. They were once in those insiders shoes. They have experienced the longing to be inside, even though when they were inside, they weren't content. The current outsider sees what you are going through and offers the advice from the outside but you have to be willing to not only hear it, but also to see it and feel it.



Many times, we are all in this scenario. We aren't completely included into someone's life, so we are able to see situations that those closest to them can't. Especially if you are an intuitive person. Each of us has our own respect to which side of the window we may be on. Sometimes, it just takes a small glimpse from the inside to decide we are better on the outside. Many times when we are on the inside, we can't see "the forest through the trees." When you are on the outside, seeing the conversations, reactions, and emotions , it's very easy to put the pieces together. However, not so much when you are on the inside.

We all want what we aren't supposed to have. As the phrase goes, "the grass is always greener on the other side," it is true. This is human nature. The choice however, is always ours. We can choose to walk through that door at any time, we can choose to not only see conversations, but also to hear and feel them, at any time.

Sometimes looking from the outside in, can be lonely when you don't have or listen to those on the outside. However, it's only lonely if you choose to make that way. You must wait for the fog to clear, so that you can once again see clearly. Once the fog has gone, you can now see that life may look better on the other side of the fence, but more times than not, the true challenge comes from making your side of the fence look better. If it's truly not better, YOU are the only one that can change that. YOU are the only one that can decide if the grass is worth the fertilizer to fix it or if it's time to work up the ground and start over!

As we are currently in the midst of the Autumn Solstice, this is a season of hibernation to rejuvenate the sacred Mother Earth for the coming Spring Solstice. This is a time to put to rest the very things that no longer work, and prepare to welcome in the new beginnings when Mother Earth reawakens in the Spring.

I encourage you to put to rest those things that are tired and not working. Allow yourself a vision from a different perspective and know that YOU are responsible for making your own grasses greener.

Without fear,
~Sal~

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