Feeling Like a Bobber

Ever feel like the world is conspiring against you? or you are barely keeping your head afloat? In our busy society this is a common theme with many. Struggling to make ends meet and often resorting to addictive behaviors to feed a higher need. What are your addictions? Where do you channel these addictions? For some it is alcohol, some tobacco, some sex, some church. Wherever the addictions are channeled, there is an easier solution…let go and let God. Trust that all will be good…remain here and it shall be so. Enjoy this poem the many lessons a bobber can teach…


Attached to a string,

tied at both ends.

Cast out into the sea,




Only to be pulled under.


Help I can’t breathe,

Whew! Gasping for a quick one.

Tug, Tug,


Here I go again,

Under the deep blue.


Tugging, pulling,

I am losing my grip.


snagged once again.

Down I go,

Once more.


There is hope,

a tugging from the other end.

A force,

Stronger than the other.

Yes, I am being rescued!

I am free!



Left stranded

and alone.

…or free to be me.


Do you feel there is no hope or do find that there is always hope? While the bobber could have felt alone at the end, he realized that he is never alone, but instead he is Free to do whatever he wants. Surrendering, the bobber realized that he was truly free.

Stepping into the Canvas free as a bird. Today I choose to be me, accepting myself for all my imperfections. In my acceptance of imperfections, I become perfectly imperfect. May all the struggles that lay behind me and those who await me in the future, be turned to opportunities.


The Warrior and the Chopsticks

Often times we have varying ideas of reality. With differences in religious beliefs, political views, and plain day-to-day events, we all have different realities. Within this lifetime we have som any varying views, who’s to say it stops at the end of this world. Here is a story and reflection of  Warrior who witnesses first hand that our varying perceptions do not stop at death’s door.

There is a legend about a warrior in the East who died and went to heaven. “Before I enter,” he said to the gatekeeper, “I would like you to take me on a tour of hell.”

The gatekeeper found a guide to take the warrior to hell. When they got there, the warrior was astonished to see a great table piled high with every tasty food he could imagine – anything one could possibly want to eat or drink. The warrior then looked at the people. They were all starving.

“How could this be?” he asked the guide. “Are they not allowed to eat?”

“Oh yes, they can eat,” said the guide “but they must use the chopsticks they are given. They are five feet long and they must hold them at the end. Just look at them. They miss their mouths every time!”

“Enough,” said the warrior, “This is hell, indeed! Please take me back to heaven.” In heaven, to his surprise, he saw a similar room, with a similar table loaded with all the same food. But, the people were in radiant health, happy and well-nourished. The warrior turned to the guide and said, “I see – no chopsticks here.”

The guide replied that yes, the people were still issued chopsticks and yes, they were still five feet long and that they still must be held at the end – but, the difference was that in heaven the people learned to feed each other.

Just as the Warrior found in the afterlife, we are witnesses too. Often we see the negative side of thins when there is always a silver-lining to every darkened cloud. We can choose to see ourselves as helpless or we can choose to be self-sufficient, allowing a higher source to work within our lives.

Stepping into the Canvas with the view of a Warrior. Instead of seeming helpless and not being able to eat, we work collaboratively as one…never going hungry again. Lending a hand to another, I invariably help myself to eat.