You know when you are hit with a spark of something, a shock goes through your system unlike
anything you have felt prior to this exact moment. It is a different feeling, one which compels you to pay attention like never before. Hopefully you do, hopefully you don't let the current action seekers, who hover all around you, draw your attention away from the spark. Because if they do, they have drawn you away from this very important spark moment, you being changed forever. Perhaps this spark will get you involved in a new memory instead, because you can't step toward or into the spark, it happens - sparks are not always well timed. Whether you act on the spark or not, ackowledging the moment of a spark hitting you, well, this feeling should never leave you, sparks are quite unique.
This happens a lot when love is in the air. As when you walk into a crowded room and have a spark of love hit you in the head when your eyes meet. Yes, I have learned this spark is about a person of importance, however in my life it was really past loves encountering each other in this lifetime; they never became anything - just saying.
Unlike ignoring the spark-jolt to the emotions, sometimes a spark will ignite another moment, as in lighting a fire, and in this case it is to light the fire place and warm the soul as you gaze at the burning flames. Fire is the result of a spark, so sparks can also be dangerous. Handle with caution, regardless of the flames, real or metaphorically speaking, a spark is best handled with caution.
So, as I drift into my Sunday to find or make sparks jump to the front cortex of my brain, I leave you with this weeks' sampling of "Spark", Illustration Friday's word of the week. Let the sparks begin!
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Voice: following your Heart for Life
Voice. Most people associate this word with the hit T.V. Series, the one where wanna be's compete to show the world they truly can sing.
However voice is more than that, it is a nameless, faceless person, on the other end of a phone.
Listening to your voice they are weaving an image of who you are, what you look like, yet are never going to be part of your world, except by phone. They are the voice that connects you to others. They help you, comfort you, listen to you. Their role in life is to be a guiding voice to all your wants and desires or needs. That is, depending on the reason you are listening to their voice.
Listening to your voice they are weaving an image of who you are, what you look like, yet are never going to be part of your world, except by phone. They are the voice that connects you to others. They help you, comfort you, listen to you. Their role in life is to be a guiding voice to all your wants and desires or needs. That is, depending on the reason you are listening to their voice.
There are also the voices in your head, not at all like the random caller in the last senario.. These voices are guide posts to your daily actions, a place where personal, non vocalized, conversation wars take place of the "Should I?" or "Shouldn't I?" variety. Our Judgment voice is the voice balancing the answers we seek. Sometimes there are many voices, most times it is just our own arguing with itself. When there are many voices, it is suggested to see a doctor.
I have held many a job where a new voice on the other side called about the services I provided over the phone, it was retail on demand. They were up late, alone, not really wanting to buy something, yet here they were, watching a commercial on late night T.V., calling into my phone bank to discuss their interest and or buy the product from the commercial.
I imagined them, from their voice and background sounds I could hear. I imagined their room, their life, however I would also have to focus to use my voice because I was being paid to sell them things they might not want, some periodicals perhaps, a vitamin or two, whatever. All this, that is, before they have me help them with their order. Oops, gotta go, the phone is calling me.
I imagined them, from their voice and background sounds I could hear. I imagined their room, their life, however I would also have to focus to use my voice because I was being paid to sell them things they might not want, some periodicals perhaps, a vitamin or two, whatever. All this, that is, before they have me help them with their order. Oops, gotta go, the phone is calling me.
(smile).
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