Hotdogs/Garden-new theme

You are being romanced, wooed, pursued beautifully.

We all are.

Sometimes we are aware of it, but most days, speaking for myself, I rush right past it.

When I am aware of this romancing, no matter where I am, it becomes my favorite place. I long to go there again because I felt peace and I felt alive. Some people feel the wooing at a sandy beach. The sun is gleaming on the aqua blue water, seagulls calling, sand is kicked up by gusts of wind or children’s feet, tall palms stand as sentinels to guard your peace and pleasure, and the faint smell of sea kelp and salt rests your weary thoughts. Or maybe it’s the scent of tall pines after a rain, and the freshness in the air calls you to come, experience and take in a deep breath that relaxes the tightness in your muscles and invites you to slow down. You know what woos you and reminds you that something much deeper than your physical experience is happening.

Often, it’s not one thing that makes us come alive, but many experiences or places over years of time. As wonderful as any experience is, it cannot be experienced again in the same way. We try though. We try going to the same place or someplace like it, and it’s not the same. We may try to numb it, replace it, or ignore it, but we still long for that moment. So what do we do? The romance of life will come again, and this time it may be when you are talking to a friend over coffee or watching your child take her first step or holding your parent’s hand for the last time. There is an awareness we must experience in its fullness, or it’s gone forever.

In this blog “Hotdogs are the New Brocolli,” I want to discuss this romance, wooing. Why do some things call to our soul and others leave us feeling cheated? What is the romancing all about and how can we keep the “aliveness” alive forever?

Take a little time, think back. What is your earliest memory of something that made you aware of something bigger than the world you knew or deeper than your physical experience?

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