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Faces in the rocks!

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One of my favourite places to visit when I am back in the UK is Burnley Moor in Ilkley, Leeds.

It’s a relatively small moor by Yorkshire standards, made popular by the famous Cow and Calf rocks. A short walk of about 20 – 30 minutes, on a well laid Yorkshire stone path, takes you to the stone circle of the Twelve Apostles. The tallest stone amongst the twelve is only a metre and a half high.

There have been several theories as to why the stones are there, some suggest the stones were used for observation of the movement of the moon or celestial bodies.

It is a lovely place to sit and reflect on a summers day and if you look long enough at the stones you may even be lucky enough to see faces start to appear in them!

Personally I love to sit and admire the view at the top of the Cow and Calf rocks…you have to admit, it is pretty special!

Which do you choose….

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In any event in your life you have only have two outcomes!

That’s right, TWO outcomes for any event.

Either you can choose to be limited by the event, circumstances or situation. Or you can use it to liberate you.

The difference is that one path allows you to follow your joy and bliss, although this may not be obvious at the time. The other may be a complete red herring.

The choice is yours.

Next time you find yourself in a situation which requires an outcome, ask yourself which path with liberate me and which will limit me. Your choice will become obvious.

A whole new perspective

After what seemed like forever the ballet pumps, tired and weary finally came to a rest. They were thrown off by the wearer in disgust and laid at the bottom of the passenger foot well, exhausted and shocked by the whole experience. It wasn’t just the experience of the journey but the rollercoaster of emotions that they had been on while on the journey.

The journey home seemed like a much shorter one. The ballet shoes were shocked, tired, bruised and torn. Life would never be the same again!

When they were eventually set down in the hallway they looked up at the now noble hiking boots sat proudly on the stairs. How could they ever say sorry? How could they ever explain what they had been through an learnt. It was all too much.

However, they didn’t have to say a thing. The hiking boots simply sat smiling, dropped an eyelet in a wink and went back to contemplating. Probably reminiscing about the amazing scenery that they had experienced thought the ballet shoes.

It was weird, they thought as they settled into the soft pile rug, but although they knew they were never alone because they went everywhere as a pair. Through this experience they felt so isolated and lonely.

SO what happened to our shoes that were taken completely out of their comfort zone? Well they went on to do great things! Their whole experience left them so shaken that they began to appreciate life in a completely new way. They became garden shoes, sitting at the back door and venturing outside now and again to put the washing out or fetch the bins round. This suited them just fine as it gave them pride of place to educate the new shoes coming through the house. After all it’s a big wide world out there and you never know when you could be whisked off on an adventure that takes you completely out of your comfort zone!

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A shift in perception

The ballet pumps were still trying to work out exactly where they were and what they were doing there! They couldn’t even see each other to ask for they were covered in a fine layer of dust. What was even weirder, after a brief rest they were off again! No consideration for what they were going through, there was no stopping, no resting it was relentless.

The million questions of why started going through their minds again. There was a feeling of desperation and a real appreciation for what they had left behind. They had never actually realised how lucky they had had it! How perfect and easy their life had been, and how they had never had to endure torture such as this.

The shoes began to feel guilty now. They had always laughed and teased the mucky, muddy, dusty old hiking boots that sat loftily in the hallway. The hiking boots always had a musty smell to them that made the girly ballet pumps screw up their insoles in disgust! I mean, why would you?

However, now they were beginning to appreciate the thick, hard leather that the hiking boots were made from. They began to understand why they stood so proudly, and they began to feel quite guilty for their naĂŻve reactions to the hiking boots.

As the journey continued and the shoes grew weary they began to stop asking millions of questions. They realised that panicking was doing them no good and they actually began to pay attention to their surroundings.

It was now that they truly understood why the hiking boots stood loftily on the stairs and refused to respond to the other shoes pathetic jibes. It was because they got to experience THIS…

The view was spectacular, like nothing that the ballet pumps had ever imagined existed. They could see for miles!

The tables had turned though and every time they went past another pair of shoes they recognised the same musty smell and felt the same lofty presence. Some boots huffed at them, adding that they were ridiculous others refused to acknowledge them. This was wrong….the ballet pumps had always been the centre of attention. They made the outfit, they completed it and they added to it. They were never looked down upon, teased or scoffed at. They were the ones who would do that.

The ballet pumps began to feel something else completely different to anything that they had ever felt before. Isolation, sadness, and an overwhelming feeling of not fitting in.

For a popular pump this was unheard of! However, it also got them thinking about how they had made many other shoes feel like this. They were so busy basking in their own importance that they never realised what affect they were having on others….it had never mattered before because it had never directly affected them. They had no experience of it, no reality of the other shoes life and perceptions, but all this was now changing.

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Comfort zones

It all starts with a simple pair of ballet shoes.

The shoes were sat quite happily at the back door of their house. They had had an easy life. Being ballet pumps they were worn in the summer and never had to endure the harshness of the winter months. They were waterproof to a point, but had never had to worry about being used in the rain. No these shoes had lead a relatively sheltered life up until now!

The shoes were so comfy that they were perfect for driving in on a long hot summer’s day. This particular day the drive went on for a lot longer than usual. When the motion of the vehicle eventually stopped and the shoes were kicked off and left in the foot well they began to relax. The best thing about being shoes is you are never lonely because they always come in pairs; you always have someone else to talk to!

This day something very odd happened….the shoes were gathered up and put back on. They began to wonder what was going on as the ground they were walking on was not the usual soft dry grass or hard smooth tarmac. There were sharp little stones that nipped and bit at the rubbery soles. This wasn’t pleasant.

At first the shoes began to feel angry. How dare this happen to them! Why is it happening to them? Did the wearer not know that this is not what they were use to? Why would someone do this to them? What had they done wrong?

After what seemed like ages to the shoes, but in reality was probably a few minutes the anger subsided as they found themselves on soft dry grass. Now this was more like it! Then another feeling came over the shoes. Fear!

What was going on? Where were they going? Why were they here? What was happening?

All these questions we ask ourselves when we first begin on a journey went through them and penetrated into their soles….

It was hot and warm and dusty and unpleasant! After what seemed like hours of being poked and prodded by uncaring gravel and being covered in a fine layer of dust, the wearer finally came to a standstill.

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