And there were the unconscious choices she had made in the past, decisions that
swung back on her from out of nowhere? Sistah Shoop didnt like those much as she was
never prepared for the fall out. In the many days before she had handled them much the
same as anyone else by externalizing the results. Seldom ever did she account that the
original choice had been her own. It was by far easier to point a finger in a different
direction. It was a paradigm that needed to be stopped.
Sister Shoop knew that moving forward she needed to stop and watch the events in her
life as they happened and not involve herself too soon. She needed to be conscious above
anything else, so that her ego would not run amuck. Shoop reminded herself to take a deep
breath to slow herself down and become quiet, if only for a second, in the moment. She
could stand back in that position and view the event from afar. These actions would be the
beginning of something different for her.
The sun far off in the west was casting a purplish haze across the blue water now as
the light of day started to disappear. It made her feel pleasantness not often enjoyed and
she knew her interpretation of what was happening, this current event was correct. How
often did she internalize any event that happened upon her? She examined further her
beliefs, her attitudes and her assumptions. The sun was setting. Watching the sun setting
was a cool thing; it was beautiful both visually and in her heart. Perhaps all days could
end this way? These were new feelings that had not always existed. There was a day that
such an event would not have made her feel good, that she would never have seen the beauty
in it just like she never saw the beauty in herself. Shoop thanked the divine that she had
changed that belief, that she had assigned a different meaning to it for herself,
something that worked for her.
By consciously choosing to believe that what radiated across the water in front of her
was beautiful she clearly understood that she was being responsible in this moment. She
had started to create her new paradigm. It was exactly what she wanted and existed right
now. Shoop looked off toward the setting sun and declared that it was the end to a
beautiful day and that she too was a beautiful woman. After she spoke the words she knew
that she would stand committed to it and that the great divine and the universe would
support her in her efforts. She gathered strength from that thought.
Sistah Shoop leaned back in her chair with a smile. She promised herself that she would
watch this event daily as often as she could and always find the beauty in it. After all
the art of accountability required practice. She pondered that if a setting sun could show
her the opportunity to learn something new about herself, to grow, then the possibilities
in life could be endless.
In her way of being Sistah Shoop acknowledged that she truly was responsible for her
life, that she did have the power to create anything, just as any writer or painter or
musician or anyone else for that matter. She stood up and stretched as the last rays of
daylight disappeared behind the horizon. It had been a beautiful day, a beautiful day