An ally called honesty

I think anyone kind enough to travel these lines deserves to know the hands tapping out the words belong to an honest man. 

While I am unquestionably! a flawed being, honesty is my ally. In short, it is the greatest ally I’ve come to know in life. It is, for all intents and purposes, my higher power. I asked a close friend once, how best to identify a higher power. He said, “As long as you know it’s not you.”

I knew exactly what he meant. Stay in the moment as best you can, keep your head where your feet are. Understanding that the moment you’re in is the only place you have to be; finding the gift in that experience.  Sometimes, moments of peace. Tranquility may be the better word. Peace has had itself mangled by its nearly umbilical attachment to war.

Tranquility’s sound matches its meaning; it would no doubt be played by the woodwind section of an orchestra. 

Without honesty, there can be no tranquility. At least not for me. Dishonesty distorts reality. Reality’s tough enough as it is without adding dishonesty to the mix.

I’ve been away from this blog for a bit, coming to terms with some things in life, like we all do. I can tell you this, I am grateful for every single one of you who has been kind enough to travel these lines with me. And that’s the truth.

3 thoughts on “An ally called honesty

  1. Peter, I so appreciate the no-clutter honesty of your writings/musings. I have discovered a while ago during my re-introduction into my new life after surrendering to my acceptance of having my 4 TBIs, that allI I had room for is honesty. God introduced me to a (I was going to say ‘peace’, however your pondering on that has shifted my description). tranquility I had not known before. Strangely, this is one of the striking silver linings God gave me through my TBIs. Love you ((hugs)) AnneMarie 😊

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