Lightweights

I went to a wedding recently. We had to deal with some lightweights. It was fun though. It’s not that I want my friends to be alcoholics, but if they do over do it, we need to be prepared. Good thing they had a room to go to, otherwise we would have all had to go home early.

Not that drinking is the only place a person can be a lightweight. Some are emotional lightweights. You can put on Kevlar vests and carry weapons but only God can heal your real heart. The armor cannot protect you from emotional damages. Some drink to fight off the bad feelings, but in the morning they are still there. That is a very immature way of dealing with things. Instead of facing them head on, they need to be softened by an alcohol buzz. Only prayer helps you to face things head on, otherwise all of us would resort to drugs.


Others are lightweights when it comes to helping out. They will only do a little and then stop. For some reason these people are also the biggest talkers. They act like they do tons of things, but its all talk. People that really do things don’t have to make you think they did stuff, they show you what they have done. Here is the cabin I built; here is the dish I cooked. If you only hear about what they do and never see them in action, how can you know if they really did anything? Martha Stewart shows all the stuff she does, but you know she can’t do it all alone. She hires staff to do the gardening while she does the TV Show. Plus she has more than on house, she can’t clean them all herself.

Then there is the worst, the religious lightweight. The one that has no faith and doesn’t believe in God at all, like not believing is going to make Him not exist. It seems that disbelief in God helps people commit crimes and produce horrible weapons. If there is no one to be accountable to and we are the only ones here, than it’s easier to hate others.

We all have things we need to work on. No one is perfect, but maybe we can just do one good thing every day. Whatever you believe, it’s never wrong to do the right thing. We can be heavyweights in the art of compassion.

Out there

This last weekend I was able to get out there again and go to the beach. It was nice and warm. The water was freezing and no one was out there without a wet suit. There were about 35 surfers just in the section I was at.

It was good to get out of the house and be in the water and then lie in the warm sun and dry off. I played with the sand and found a stick of driftwood and drew in the sand. Only after I smoothed out a spot and made it nice and clean, like a piece of paper. I took time to give thanks God for the ocean and the wonderful sea with all its creatures. Like the little sea-horses that look like they are branches of seaweed. I have seen a lot of them at the aquarium. I don’t mind seeing jelly fish, as long as they are behind thick Plexiglas.

The other animals I like are the otters, they look so happy and play and swim fast. They seem as if they don’t have a care in the world. In some of the tours I have taken it’s been noted that the less predators the animals have the more they are free to learn tricks. Since the Shamus Wales are high up on the food change they can learn to do all sorts of tricks.
I didn’t see any dolphins this time, lots of pelicans and the seagulls of course.

Since it was warm there were many more families than is normal for January. At this time of year it just the surfers and a few joggers. Sometimes families with dogs are there and always people on beach cursers, but they are just getting around.

After my session, I went to get something to eat. It was too late to go to the local hang out. I would be waiting for too long. As I left I saw a group of guys on motorcycles. Since I ride my scooter, and have been on tons of rallies, it was easy to spot the newbie. He was tall and sat up on his bike, way too straight. He looked uncomfortable, plus as the group turned left in front of me, he kept his feet on the ground. He only put them on his foot pegs when he was almost to the curb. I didn’t mean to stare, but I was. He had a smile on his face as if I was checking him out. As I left I chuckled to myself, sure I was watching him, but not for the reasons he thought.

Now the weather has changed and it is sprinkling out side. I don’t mind, I love the rain as well. We need it as it is. I want to plant my seeds for my flowers, this weekend. If we don’t get any rain, the soil will be too dry to plant in. If this weekend is rainy and cold, it’s still fine with me. At least I had time last week to get back out there.

Scared

I can’t say that I don’t get scared every once in a while. It can be intimidating to go up the line up with the guys, men that have been surfing much longer than I have. I don’t like taking my scooter over the bridges in Long Beach, that one is scary.

It was scary to dance in front of my friends last Sunday. I haven’t been out the beach in a while. I have been spending all my time practicing for my performance. Yes, getting back out there will be a little scary.

I don’t get a lot of help with the scary stuff. No one is in my corner telling me I can do it, until I am about to go out there and do it. During the time I am thinking about doing something adventurous I have no help. While I am preparing to go out and do something new I have no help. I pray about things and I tell myself over and over again that if I don’t do it I will regret it. If I waited for someone to help me and hold my hand I would never do any of this.

As a result I do feel more scared about things. I still do them since my life would be boring if I didn’t. If I waited to be taken out dancing I would be at home. If I waited for someone to go with me to the beach, it would be years later. I still have to wait for things, but for the things I can do on my own I just do them without waiting. I practice over and over again so I can avoid making too many mistakes. It helps me not be quite as sacred.

I do envy people that have more confidence than I. If there were another deciding factor other than boredom and exasperation, it would be nice. As it is, I have used my fear of leading a dull life as the impetuses to keep trying new things. Scared or not, I will still go out there and try new things.