Keeping the Faith

Along the Way. . .

Experiences, Insights & Humor on the “Long Road Home”

By Steven Maisenbacher

Walks On The Grass

Creator, thank you for giving me another waking breath, thank you for looking over the ones that I love and those that need your help. I’m positive I’m one of them. Help me in understanding even when I don’t agree. Help me be kind even when I’m angry. And help me to continue to grow in my learning of your ways. Thank you for the air I breathe and the foods that I eat so I may do all these things. And thank you for coming to me, finding me, saving me, from the man that I was, and for making me grow into the man I want to become. All my relations…

This is how my day started, 4:49AM (I slept in cuz it’s the weekend). these are the words I utter in my mind as I look through the window into the darkness approaching the dawn, up to greet Sun Boy as he comes home from his evening hunt and lights the fire of a new day for Grandmother Moon to see to her affairs by.

But this morning was a bit different, just a hunch, a feeling, a stray thought, out of place in the context of my usual thoughts, like a brief glimpse out of the corner of the eye of an object moving fast thru the field of vision. Hhhmmmm… not exactly sure what it was but I was definitely aware. All my prison “Spidey senses” were in tune and firing, something was coming, what I ain’t sure of.

Now here it is 9:01am and it still ain’t come, but I’m none-the-less aware that today won’t be a usual Saturday. Maybe it’s just how my week has gone. Maybe it’s something I felt after conversations with certain people. Maybe it’s just me, but I know it’s something and I’m very intuitive about me. Smile. I know me like a well-read book – the secret me, the public me, and the persona me. It’s the deep inner me that says, “Watch out Walks.” Trouble is afoot, whether it be on a confrontational front, or just a simple person being as they usually are, woefully lacking in consciousness where others are concerned.

Some feeling says “beware” so I will gird my loins and try to keep to myself, reflective of my spirituality, stay humble and thankful for the things I do have and know, the ability to continue to grow and dodge all the rigamarole that I know is coming.

But think for a second, what do you need to look at on a daily basis in order to improve or stay the course? I bet it’s something, even the things we do need to look at or the little “self-talks” we have within our own heads. All those count and yes, I still hear the people who are beyond sorrow talk to me. I hear them in their own voices, my mom, my sister, my wife gone these 22 years now, so many things that make us/me tick. But all that says this: when ya  got a feeling, go with it, why not? It doesn’t cost anything to stay on point. Smile.

Maybe this was the thing that was nibbling on the fringes of my consciousness, that I needed to remind myself what matters most, what means the difference between me and was. I like me a hell of a lot better and I promise, so do you even if you don’t know it. I like me clean, unclouded, calm and rational – or at least my semblance of it. I know I’m convoluted, but hey, I’m working with it, so get over it… Smile.  

OK, here’s the AHA!!! moment… Ready?

Things happen that we can’t control at all times, so occasionally the mind throws a  “Danger Will Robinson! Danger” at us. And if you know what that means then you were as big a “Lost in Space” fan as I was as a kid.

So what does all this mean?  Well, I don’t think I’m sure, just that instead of getting all warped and bent about what I can’t control or change, I had better just stay with… THANK YOU CREATOR FOR GIVING ME ANOTHER DAY.

© Steven “Walks On The Grass” Maisenbacher, December, 2021

Published by Sings Many Songs

I'm an 80-something child of the great depression and WWII. Throughout my life I have been a seeker, an outsider, never quite belonging anywhere, still always looking through cracks in the fences of life, questioning, challenging, learning, trying to make sense of the world and its conventions. A lifelong student with many interests and a love of writing and editing, my elder's path led to encouraging and assisting some remarkable people to write out their amazing stories. This calling became the magic elixir that keeps me growing, keeps me alive.

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