Expectations

(First Thot. Written February 25, 1999 at 00:20:34)

Expectations are unusual creatures. Coming in times of sorrow they can be the breath of spirit that carries us through, or the anchor that weighs us down. The rest of the time they carry our hopes and dreams from sunrise to sunrise, a never ending stream of beliefs that define us as the beings we both are and hope to be.

When our expectations are not met, we have options. Options can make the difference between swimming upstream and drowning when the current is running against us. Sometimes the options are clinging onto a moldy old life preserver or wallowing in the murky mud that waits in the depths.

But sometimes... if we keep practicing.... our options can be as wonder-full as walking barefoot on the soft tickles of the new spring grass and smelling the sweet mustiness of the earth...or........allowing our mind to soar among the clouds on a warm sunny day filled with the promises of things to come.