TT Day 15 – Foundation

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TT3-Day 15 | 03/28/18
Location: Fort Wayne, IN
Mood: Grounded
Weather: Cloudy | 54/44°F
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What does the word foundation mean to you?

That’s a question I asked a good friend mid-day today. His answer WD-40’d the rusted cogs wheeling my 3D experience. It opened my mind to an expanded set of possibilities I had not yet considered. Though not an exact quote, here’s how I recall it.

Foundation. Mmmm.

Silence… as he honored my question with a few moments of focus and contemplation.

Foundation. That’s the solid stuff in my life. Things I can count on to be there. Things no one can take away. Things of my soul, of myself. That which is and will always be; like family, like my skill as a professional. That which is immovable. I keep the solid stuff up front. The more dynamic experiences of life I hold off to the edge. They, too, are an important part of being human, and should be embraced. I simply leave those events on the fringe.

I tasted the flavor of the Akashic in his expression, a regular occurrence when presenced by the wisdom of this 40 something sage. Yet, I couldn’t quite digest the full impact of the meaning, knowing it would take time and a cup of grace to fully comprehend the impact, and meaning, of his words.

 
The clock continued to tick through the hours of Wednesday. I wrote. I worked. I spent quality time conversing with my cousin and his wife. Next up, an early dinner at Pizza King in Ft. Wayne, Indiana – famous for its square cut slices of fabulously flavored dough and cheese, then off to their grandkid’s track meet at Northside High School. It was there, amongst the kids, the empty cups of hot chocolate, and the hum of voices where my friend’s words cleared the mist gently hovering in the atmosphere. It washed (or as they pronounce in Indiana “worshed”) in like a wave; one hosted in the sense of family, teen sport, and genuine fun. It was Hiraeth. I was home.

It was a splash back to an earlier time when I sat on the sidelines at my own son’s basketball, baseball, football, wrestling, and various sporting events. His band performances. His school concerts, and holiday class performances. Boy scouts. Science fairs. You know the parental drill and the joy that bubbles up from a place you hold at bay the rest of the time. And back further to my own school days, feeling and observing from the other side of the experience mirror. Sitting with my cousin, his wife, their kids, other grandkids, and their extended friends and social family, I returned to the words of my friend.

Foundation… the solid stuff. That which no one can take away. The immovable.

His words became my reality, in that moment, sitting on the bleachers, in the cold, with my kin.

 
A fringe-dweller from way back, I felt the solidity of “foundation” at that track meet, and I pushed it out into the photos I took. I tried to capture the feel of that… hang on.

As I type, a Facebook popup just presented and I have to check it out. It is from my son, one of my foundations, giving me the opportunity to “do” what I’m talking about… putting the solid stuff up front.

Oh my gosh! What better to offer the gift of my friend’s wisdom than with this video my son shared of a rainbow at sunrise, taken just now, as I write. I couldn’t ask for a greater gift. For me. For you, the reader. Source taking over, offering connection to my friend’s words in a relational way. An extension of the knowing that we are all part of the same quantum oneness, and I have been heard. My friend’s words have been confirmed.

Foundation. That’s the solid stuff in my life. Things I can count on to be there. Things no one can take away. Things of my soul, of myself. That which is and will always be; like family, like my skill as a professional. That which is immovable. I keep the solid stuff up front. The more dynamic experiences of life I hold off to the edge. They, too, are an important part of being human, and should be embraced. I simply leave those events on the fringe.

… like a rainbow. On the fringe, yet an important part of being human.

… like my son, my foundation, that which grounds me.

Thank you dear friend for again being the light that shines truth into my universe! And, to my son – thank you for breathing life into my words and those of my friend, herein. You are my one true foundation. My forever gift of Hiraeth.



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Note: Banner / Blog page placeholder image is a stained glass window at Pizza King in Ft. Wayne, IN where my cousin, his wife and I ate an early dinner before scooting over to Northside High School for a 3 school track and field competition. To view a larger version of the banner, void of the title text click here.

 

 

 

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