Infamous Glass of Water

How many sayings are there about that infamous glass of water and how full it is or isn’t?   This morning as I lay in bed, I got to thinking about this glass and the water in it.   It isn’t about perspective, meaning do you look at the glass half full or half empty.    It is about that water and what you do with it.    Sometimes you can have a full glass of water, but it has had so much added to it to make it full that it is just a brown muddied mess.  You don’t really want to deal with the water in your glass  because it makes your life more difficult.   Your glass of water is of little value to you as it is.   It isn’t bringing you joy or helping to make your life any easier, more fulfilling or interesting.   When your glass of water gets cloudy or dirty it might be the right time to dump most of it out and start over.

You may refill your glass with serendipitous rain or snowflakes that you catch,  you may get a little water from a friend’s glass, or maybe you have access to a tap and that is how your replenish your water.  No matter how your get your water it is adding some freshness to your life.   It may be completely clear, like a new pallet for you to fill in or it may be infused  with some glorious color from your friend to help you get on your way.  Likely even if you can’t see it there is some color from the past still in there, a piece of your soul looking to shine again.

2015 was a year when I realized that my glass may have been full maybe even overflowing, but my glass of water had so many things in it that it had turned brown and muddied.  Just because I was good at something did not mean I should do it if it was not my passion or did not bring some joy to my existence.   Just because it was financially easier did not mean that I should not explore the economic  harder road.   People pleasing and peace making isn’t always best.   What appears to be the easy road, may actually be the harder road.


It isn’t always possible to walk away from things, because life has certain obligations of family, food, shelter and essentials of existence.   I know from experience even if you can make a change  it usually isn’t easy or comfortable. I also have learned that sometimes the best thing you can do is dump out some of that water in your glass, maybe be just a little or possibly nearly all of your water.   There is not a magic amount to let go.  No sure answer what is the right amount of water for your glass at this time.   The right amount for your glass of water in life is ever changing.

2015 was a year of so much change.   I emptied most of my glass.   I was sure that by now I would have an answer and my life would be on easy street and make lots of sense.   Instead I have learned so much about myself and what is possible.  Yet I am not sure what the answer is or if I already have found  it.  I find myself occasionally dancing out in the rain holding my glass to see what drops from the sky I might catch and loving every minute of the dangerous exposure of falling or making a fool of myself.   Other times I have had people share a splash of their brightly colored water with me and found unexpected joy.    In 2015  I have also found that my true friends and family are there cheering me on as I explore my life and my ever changing glass of water. I find myself adding colors to my glass of water and watching the sunlight of life filter through it and guide me on my way.   Sunlight is different each day and each hour.    Life is the same ever changing.  Sometimes I still find the need to pour out some of the water from glass again, unsure if it is right thing to do, but knowing that no matter what I will survive the change.


In 2016 I want to be open to the possibilities and what I can do with my glass of water.    I want to share my glass of water with others.    I want to accept the joy and wonder that I find with what I have in that glass of water  and all the colors in it that is my life.    I am hoping that in 2016 you too will enjoy your glass however full it maybe and open yourself to the possibilities of what you may do with that crazy glass water you have called life.


The High Point and A Low Point

Last week it seemed was rainy everywhere, and Montana was no exception.    I blogged earlier about the rain and my field work last week.    As I was taking one last look over the photos I had taken before I packed up again to head out again this week.  I noticed that there were two photos that reminded me of the dramatic difference that a day, an hour or a minute can make.     Most of the week I was rained on in some form, from a light mist to pull off and stop because the rain is so hard you can’t see.    There were a few photos taken when the rain stopped and most of them still had grey clouds and threatening skies.    Yet I did have one photo where the sky was blue, the clouds were white, the grass was green and the road was calling for me.  Life was pretty amazing.

The road is calling my name.

The road is calling my name.

The other was a photo that grabbed me was the one I took sitting in the cab of my truck on my last day.   I had been driving down this road that was getting progressively worse while the rain continued to fall.    I stopped in the  middle of the road and mentally regrouped.   Though I could see for miles in all directions, I was alone,  I had been praying to not meet anyone on this road because to get off the proven tracks was soft mud. I would drive down this road for another few miles with it getting progressively worse and began to look for a place to turn around.  At eight miles from the paved road I would finally come to place to turn around without risking getting stuck and having to walk out.   I wrote off the last gypsy moth trap as impossible to safely set.    It was a low point to admit defeat, to be so close and not make it.  Yet maybe it wasn’t.   I did not get stuck.   I did not have to walk out in the rain and I got all but one of my traps set.   Maybe there are no high points or low points, just points of view.

Miles from anywhere or anybody.

Miles from anywhere or anybody.