Psychic Sterling Sinclair: A Muddy Puddle is Your Playground – Take a Chance – Live Your Life Today! August 15, 2014
Psychic Sterling Sinclair:
A Muddy Puddle is Your Playground
Take a Chance – Live Your Life Today!
August 15, 2014
I admit it. Even as a grown man, one of my most enjoyable things to do is to jump into puddles. Yep. Just like Christopher Robin. Well – usually without my raincoat and rubbers on that is.
Another thing that makes me feel alive is standing as naked as I can be with my arms outstretched as the rain pelts my skin and washes me clean.
This morning upon waking, I received a cherished childhood memory in the form of a vision. I was mud sliding in the rain. What is mud sliding? Huh? You mean you haven’t tried it. I’m sure some of you have.
I grew up in a family with very little money. When we were small, Dad worked all the time and when we were old enough to shovel dirt and rake gravel, we worked. It would seem that all I knew to do was work. Well sometimes work can be fun. Sometimes what we find fun at work is fun when we get home too.
You see, my parents were building contractors. They built custom homes. I don’t remember life as a boy without there being a big dirt pile somewhere nearby. When it would rain, the clay in the dirt pile would become like grease. Almost a filthy slime that caked on your bodies and if you stood long enough in one spot, the piles would swallow your shoes like a hungry mountain at lunch time.
Getting dirty was all part of the fun. Wondering if something beneath the surface would pop out and grab us was part of the thrill. I grew to look forward to the rain.
When we stayed at the trailer in the summer, my mom would kick us outside to play in the rain. This is where my childhood vision comes in. The driveway to the trailer was a few hundred meters long and was gaveled every few years. But since it was clay beneath the gravel, heavy trucks would push the gravel down the driveway’s throat and the driveway would gladly swallow it up. Soon, the driveway would return to our own slip ’n slide – a 1000 foot long slime-covered path for us to follow.
But as boys, we didn’t really care to follow a path. We found it our duty to turn that path of life into our personal playground.
With Speedo bathing suits coving our bottoms, we would take turns running as fast as our bare feet would carry us and when we’d meet a puddle, head first we would dive. With arms fully stretched and rounded bellies out, we skimmed through the mud with ease. The joy to freely make the most out of our day on this slick path of life was worth wiping the mud off to see the blood dripping from our knees, palms and chests.
You see, in those muddy puddles, there were always random gravel shards hidden beneath the surface of the water. They would scrape and cut without warning. Sometimes they would and sometimes they wouldn’t, but that didn’t stop us; it was all part of the thrill. We were boys. The world was ours on that that muddy path and we embraced it. Sure it hurt at times, but those memories of pure innocent joy to this day get me through when the chips are down.
This morning my vision was a close up of me pushing the muddy water with my face as I was sliding head first through it. What accompanied that vision was the memory that no matter how dirty I was, no matter how scraped and bleeding I was, no matter the how badly it hurt, the rain would fall gently down and before I knew it, I was washed clean, restored and ready to go again.
I can’t walk by a puddle to this day without that boy spirit driving me into the mud again. I have ruined so many pair of good shoes because of it, but restoration of self and knowing that I am still alive is so worth the price of stained leather and a wet socks.
I share this because many of us face our puddles today. We stand and look onto the murky surface and consider ways around because the unknown hides before us. We even consider turning back or finding another path. I mean what are people going to think of us if we show up bruised and covered in filth?
Today, consider your muddy, slippery path as your playground. Today, don’t consider the puddle in the road an obstacle but as an invitation to splash around. Dive into that puddle head first and take a chance. Live your life. In that moment, it will matter not what other people think or even if the scars will be remain. In that moment, you will know that nothing stopped you from living life your way.
In that moment,
You will know one thing…
You are ALIVE!
Let’s jump through puddles together.
Love to you,
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