Monday, February 22, 2010

Naturally


Sometimes I complain.


blah.


After 22 years on this planet,
You'd think I'd learn that complaining,
Though seemingly therapeutic at times,
Has never (ever) solved a single problem for me.


Nope.
Haven't learned that yet.


Being natural is annoying
Unless you're juice.


You know,
nat·u·ral [nach-er-uhl, nach-ruhl]
1. Prone to making stupid mistakes over and over again.


I guess you could say,
I'm a natural at being natural,


Until, I remember.


Because, you know,
The reason I'm complaining in the first place is because I forgot.


It's true.
As ridiculous as it sounds,

I forgot that people in Haiti are starving,
And that some people go through life without ever dating,
And that others would die for the opportunity to go to college.

I forgot that I am blessed


And sometimes my vivid imagination runs wild with my so-called "problems,"
Turns stepping stones into stumbling blocks,
And twists my perspective into an indecipherable knot,
The kind of knot that Boy Scouts get badges for.


I have never been good at untying them either,
But I'm getting better


...I think.


I start to tug at the jumbled mess and I find blessings
In every single strand that comes untangled.

[untangling]

Oh look, there's my amazing family!

[untangling]

Hey! How 'bout that! Here's my awesome education!

[untangling]

Well, what do we have here?

[untangling]

Food.

[untangling]

Clothing.

[untangling]

Shelter.

[untangling]

Love.


Blessings that I forgot about.
Blessings that, one-by-one, restore my perspective back to its beautiful form.


I step back and take a good long look at it,


Like breathing in through my nose while sucking on a pungent mint


My mind clears.


My lungs fill like birthday balloons.


Time almost stops.


And I remember.


Madre turns on music in the kitchen,
And I hear my 3 year-old nephew sing along


I am a child of God

And He has sent me here

Has given me an earthly home

With parents kind and dear.

I am a child of God

And so my needs are great

Help me to understand His will

Before it grows to late.

I am a child of God

Rich blessings are in store

If I but learn to do His will

I'll live with Him once more.

Lead me, guide me,

Walk beside me,

Help me find the way,

Teach me all that I must do

To live with Him someday.



I remember.

I start again.

Because that's Life,

And Life is Beautiful.




4 comments:

Leon said...

2 words, 3 syllables: you are tubular.

tscotriverside said...

honestly, i don't know how you do it. you always find new and creative ways of expressing yourself. talk about creative writing. i don't know which is better what you said, or the way you said it...

Whitney said...

Aww I miss those kiddos! Only 45 more minutes til i see them again! Yaya! :)

Jordan said...

You express yourself so well through writing! These are things which I think everyone feels, though we usually tell ourselves that we must be the only ones. Way to dissect unhealthy behavior into an object lesson that hopefully I can learn to apply! Thanks.