Wednesday's Word--
Well, Wednesday's word simply didn't happen. I must apologize to you, dear readers. The day got away from me with all the last minute preparations.
Christmas Day is now in my memory bank. It was full to overflowing with special moments. I am sure that you had the same experience. I do have a few thoughts about Wednesday that I would like to share with you.
Actually, let me start with Christmas Eve night. We attended a Christmas Eve service at our church. Many people were already seated when we arrived. Music was playing. The tree was ablaze with lights. Candles marked the ends of all pews. It was lovely. The message was timely with Cool and the Gang's song "Celebrate" adding to the festive message. People clapped, sang along and some stood up and danced. Yes, we should celebrate our faith, shouldn't we? It is such a wonderful gift.
Wednesday was spent with the family. We have an annual treasure hunt for the grandchildren. This one was pretty cool. Then packages were opened and finally food was eaten. We were all starving by the time we got around to filling our plates.
The rest of the day and evening was spent sharing times with the family. The grandchildren love to cook so we spent time preparing new dishes. It would be boring for you to hear all of the things we did as you have some of the same experiences. Suffice it to say, it was a lovely day.
Some final thoughts--
We are almost at the beginning of a new year. This new year is a clean slate. We can make of it whatever we want. We can heal old wounds. We can begin something new and exciting. We can tell those we love that we love them. On a daily basis. We can cease being afraid of what others think. Honestly, we are only a fleeting thought in their minds, anyway! We can tell ourselves that we are priceless creations. There will never be another one of us. Isn't that amazing? We can stop beating ourselves up over our failures. The good thing about failures is that we tried. We can refuse to allow fear to direct our actions. We can step into the sunshine of God's love and rejoice.
Yep, there will be times in this coming year when the going may get a little tough. During those times, we can share our challenges with others and allow them to walk with us. Our families and friends are our rocks when we need a solid base. Asking and sharing is sometimes tough. We are used to making sure others have the help they need. When we need help, it is difficult. But, what good are one way relationships?
Once again--thank you for reading my attempts at writing. Would you please share my blog site with your friends and family? I have no idea how to increase the readership. I would certainly appreciate it!
Will be taking a couple of days off to think and observe life. Need to recharge myself before I attempt to share anything new with each of you. So, see you in a bit!
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Tuesday's Word Revisited--
Tuesday's Word Revisited--
Well, looks like I need to make a different word selection! Anticipation has come and gone!:)
How about miracle? I like that word. Miracle. We can work with that!!
Sorry about selecting the same word twice. Guess I am really anticipating good things!
Nite
Well, looks like I need to make a different word selection! Anticipation has come and gone!:)
How about miracle? I like that word. Miracle. We can work with that!!
Sorry about selecting the same word twice. Guess I am really anticipating good things!
Nite
Monday, December 23, 2013
Tuesday's Word--
Tuesday's Word--
Early this morning I faced the cold and went shopping. Yes, it was so very cold. But there were things to do and a little shopping left. So, pulling on my warm coat and gloves, out the door I went in search of treasure.
The first stop was at my favorite garden shop. My hand was reaching for the door when all of a sudden it swung open. One of the women who works there saw me coming and opened the door for me. Feeling like a queen, I twirled into the shop. The twirling was followed by laughter as other clerks saw the grand entrance. It only got better. I shopped and found exactly what I was looking for. I usually do in this particular business. The owner even adjusted a very large box to fit one of my purchases. What a lovely thing to do. Another customer was paying for his purchases as I approached the counter. I don't remember exactly how it happened, but I suggested he sing happy birthday to me. He burst into song! A total stranger in a business sang happy birthday to me. What absolute fun. He said his mother's birthday is Christmas Day. And then others shared family holiday birthdays. As he passed me on the way out the door, he touched my shoulder and wished me a happy birthday again. Did I feel included in the joy of the moment? You bet I did.
During one of my stops, a former student saw me and came over to say hello and wish me a happy birthday. She is an absolute joy. Without her this blog never would have materialized. She and I had a wonderful visit. She is a mommy of two, and I just know she is a great mommy. From where I was sitting, I would never have seen her. She saw me and included me in her day. It was such a joy to spend a little time visiting with her. Another "being included" moment.
A good friend stopped by. She brought delicious homemade cookies. They were fabulous! And she also brought a happy birthday gift. The best part was the visit. She is a gift I give myself. We always find things to talk about. Even though she is a very busy person, she took the time to come see me today. I felt included in her life. She certainly didn't have to take time away from her day, but she did.
Many wishes came via the internet along with cards. With a push of a key people wished me a happy birthday. I appreciate the effort they took to send a message. I loved having each of them included in my day.
Dinner with my family capped the day. All day I felt included in the rich flow of life. It was a wonderful feeling.
At some point a thought ran through my mind about inclusion. I wondered if there were people watching the fun of my day wishing it was their experience. I have had that feeling. There have been times in my life when I felt left out. When I wished someone would notice me. Times when I would give almost anything to be included in a group or event. I well remember the hurt feeling, the sick feeling in my stomach. Those moments of despair are good teachable moments. From those moments we can learn to make sure others never feel left out. We can offer ourselves to those who might be on the fringe. Not out of pity, but out of the knowledge that everyone has a place. Everyone has a belonging.
Sometimes we simply forget to reach out. It is not intentional. It just happens. But, it doesn't have to happen often.
During holiday times many people feel alone. Even those who are surrounded by family and friends. The hype that accompanies the holidays shows people together at parties having fun, people engaging in conversation, people shopping together, laughing together. But the truth is for most of us the holidays are not filled with multiple parties and events. If we get caught up in what the the media says we should be doing, we will become even more miserable. We will feel completely left out.
I think the thing we need to do is strike a healthy balance. We can do that by inviting friends for dinner or coffee. we can do that by spending time with our families. We can do that by spending time alone reflecting on what we need in our lives to feel secure in our relationships. We can talk to a stranger while waiting in a line. We can move ourselves into the world and reap the benefits of the joy it brings us. An example of this happened tonight.
After the family dinner, we went to a store to pick up a few last minute items. We found a line that was a little less than a mile long and entered it. In front of us was a man in a motorized wheel chair. He was a bit elderly. The woman in front of him paid her bill and left the shopping cart right in front of him. I saw he was struggling to move the cart so I walked in front of him and pushed it away. He was very pleased that someone noticed his need. Then I told him I would help unload his cart. When he finished his purchases, he turned around to me, smiled and said thank you. The clerk smiled at me, too. Such a simple thing to do. Took no effort at all. I relate this to say he felt included in a moment of friendship. So did I.
We are here. It will be Christmas when I write the next blog. I have enjoyed the exercise of writing about a word, and what it might mean. I realize I have only touched the surface of the meanings. But, at least it is a start. Maybe something you read started a thought within you. That would be great!
I am struggling with the next word. Maybe anticipation. That speaks to me on many levels. I think that might be it. Anticipation.
I anticipate a lovely day tomorrow as we prepare for Christmas Day. And I anticipate sharing my experiences with you, my friends.
Early this morning I faced the cold and went shopping. Yes, it was so very cold. But there were things to do and a little shopping left. So, pulling on my warm coat and gloves, out the door I went in search of treasure.
The first stop was at my favorite garden shop. My hand was reaching for the door when all of a sudden it swung open. One of the women who works there saw me coming and opened the door for me. Feeling like a queen, I twirled into the shop. The twirling was followed by laughter as other clerks saw the grand entrance. It only got better. I shopped and found exactly what I was looking for. I usually do in this particular business. The owner even adjusted a very large box to fit one of my purchases. What a lovely thing to do. Another customer was paying for his purchases as I approached the counter. I don't remember exactly how it happened, but I suggested he sing happy birthday to me. He burst into song! A total stranger in a business sang happy birthday to me. What absolute fun. He said his mother's birthday is Christmas Day. And then others shared family holiday birthdays. As he passed me on the way out the door, he touched my shoulder and wished me a happy birthday again. Did I feel included in the joy of the moment? You bet I did.
During one of my stops, a former student saw me and came over to say hello and wish me a happy birthday. She is an absolute joy. Without her this blog never would have materialized. She and I had a wonderful visit. She is a mommy of two, and I just know she is a great mommy. From where I was sitting, I would never have seen her. She saw me and included me in her day. It was such a joy to spend a little time visiting with her. Another "being included" moment.
A good friend stopped by. She brought delicious homemade cookies. They were fabulous! And she also brought a happy birthday gift. The best part was the visit. She is a gift I give myself. We always find things to talk about. Even though she is a very busy person, she took the time to come see me today. I felt included in her life. She certainly didn't have to take time away from her day, but she did.
Many wishes came via the internet along with cards. With a push of a key people wished me a happy birthday. I appreciate the effort they took to send a message. I loved having each of them included in my day.
Dinner with my family capped the day. All day I felt included in the rich flow of life. It was a wonderful feeling.
At some point a thought ran through my mind about inclusion. I wondered if there were people watching the fun of my day wishing it was their experience. I have had that feeling. There have been times in my life when I felt left out. When I wished someone would notice me. Times when I would give almost anything to be included in a group or event. I well remember the hurt feeling, the sick feeling in my stomach. Those moments of despair are good teachable moments. From those moments we can learn to make sure others never feel left out. We can offer ourselves to those who might be on the fringe. Not out of pity, but out of the knowledge that everyone has a place. Everyone has a belonging.
Sometimes we simply forget to reach out. It is not intentional. It just happens. But, it doesn't have to happen often.
During holiday times many people feel alone. Even those who are surrounded by family and friends. The hype that accompanies the holidays shows people together at parties having fun, people engaging in conversation, people shopping together, laughing together. But the truth is for most of us the holidays are not filled with multiple parties and events. If we get caught up in what the the media says we should be doing, we will become even more miserable. We will feel completely left out.
I think the thing we need to do is strike a healthy balance. We can do that by inviting friends for dinner or coffee. we can do that by spending time with our families. We can do that by spending time alone reflecting on what we need in our lives to feel secure in our relationships. We can talk to a stranger while waiting in a line. We can move ourselves into the world and reap the benefits of the joy it brings us. An example of this happened tonight.
After the family dinner, we went to a store to pick up a few last minute items. We found a line that was a little less than a mile long and entered it. In front of us was a man in a motorized wheel chair. He was a bit elderly. The woman in front of him paid her bill and left the shopping cart right in front of him. I saw he was struggling to move the cart so I walked in front of him and pushed it away. He was very pleased that someone noticed his need. Then I told him I would help unload his cart. When he finished his purchases, he turned around to me, smiled and said thank you. The clerk smiled at me, too. Such a simple thing to do. Took no effort at all. I relate this to say he felt included in a moment of friendship. So did I.
We are here. It will be Christmas when I write the next blog. I have enjoyed the exercise of writing about a word, and what it might mean. I realize I have only touched the surface of the meanings. But, at least it is a start. Maybe something you read started a thought within you. That would be great!
I am struggling with the next word. Maybe anticipation. That speaks to me on many levels. I think that might be it. Anticipation.
I anticipate a lovely day tomorrow as we prepare for Christmas Day. And I anticipate sharing my experiences with you, my friends.
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Monday's Word--
Monday's Word--
Peace--a sense of well being. A calm in all storms. What everyone wants. No war or fighting. These are just a few of the many meanings of the word peace.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if no wars existed on the planet? A place where no children witnessed the horror of war? A place where people put the good of others before their own good? A place that loved peace? Where people worked diligently to make sure everyone lived free of fear? A place where no one was ever hungry?
That would be like heaven on earth. Naturally, there would be disagreements. But disagreements do not have to end in war. They can end peacefully with all sides getting part of what they want. That is called compromise. What a lovely word. The absense of war would be a beautiful thing. We must keep working toward that goal.
When illness stares us in the face, we experience inner turmoil. So many questions. So many decisions. So much coming at us very quickly. Hardly any time to really think. Finding peace in life challenges can be a difficult thing. The people I have known who live through these hard times have found peace through their faith. This doesn't mean they believe everything will be ok because they believe a certain way. It means they have an extra dose of calm as they walk these challenging journeys. Their faith gives them the strength to move through whatever the illness throws at them no matter what the end result may be.
I guess you could say it means being in the midst of noise and trouble yet being calm in your heart. That takes practice. If we can learn to stay calm, we allow ourselves to think clearly. We buy ourselves a little time to think through challenges. We are better able to problem solve. We are secure in the knowledge that we made the best decisions we could with the information we had. Sometimes life hurts. It is during those times that we need the sweet calm within our spirits.
Perhaps we should think about it this way. It is essential to be peaceful within ourselves before we spread peace to others. People sense our unrest, our lack of harmony with the world. They see our struggles. Wouldn't it be a wonderful witness to a peaceful life if others saw us dealing with challenges yet refusing to be angry or resentful?
I think I have much to learn about being a peaceful person in a world with so much struggle and strife. But, if peace begins with me, then what a fantastic opportunity I have to deal fairly and honestly with others.
It was a lovely day. A peaceful day. I am grateful for every one of those days I have!
Well, only a couple of days left before the big one. Time to think about the word for tomorrow. Inclusion might be a good choice. I think that will be it. Let's think on this word together.
Blessings and peace are wished for you!
Peace--a sense of well being. A calm in all storms. What everyone wants. No war or fighting. These are just a few of the many meanings of the word peace.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if no wars existed on the planet? A place where no children witnessed the horror of war? A place where people put the good of others before their own good? A place that loved peace? Where people worked diligently to make sure everyone lived free of fear? A place where no one was ever hungry?
That would be like heaven on earth. Naturally, there would be disagreements. But disagreements do not have to end in war. They can end peacefully with all sides getting part of what they want. That is called compromise. What a lovely word. The absense of war would be a beautiful thing. We must keep working toward that goal.
When illness stares us in the face, we experience inner turmoil. So many questions. So many decisions. So much coming at us very quickly. Hardly any time to really think. Finding peace in life challenges can be a difficult thing. The people I have known who live through these hard times have found peace through their faith. This doesn't mean they believe everything will be ok because they believe a certain way. It means they have an extra dose of calm as they walk these challenging journeys. Their faith gives them the strength to move through whatever the illness throws at them no matter what the end result may be.
I guess you could say it means being in the midst of noise and trouble yet being calm in your heart. That takes practice. If we can learn to stay calm, we allow ourselves to think clearly. We buy ourselves a little time to think through challenges. We are better able to problem solve. We are secure in the knowledge that we made the best decisions we could with the information we had. Sometimes life hurts. It is during those times that we need the sweet calm within our spirits.
Perhaps we should think about it this way. It is essential to be peaceful within ourselves before we spread peace to others. People sense our unrest, our lack of harmony with the world. They see our struggles. Wouldn't it be a wonderful witness to a peaceful life if others saw us dealing with challenges yet refusing to be angry or resentful?
I think I have much to learn about being a peaceful person in a world with so much struggle and strife. But, if peace begins with me, then what a fantastic opportunity I have to deal fairly and honestly with others.
It was a lovely day. A peaceful day. I am grateful for every one of those days I have!
Well, only a couple of days left before the big one. Time to think about the word for tomorrow. Inclusion might be a good choice. I think that will be it. Let's think on this word together.
Blessings and peace are wished for you!
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Sunday's Word--
Sunday's Word--
We are quickly closing in on Christmas Day. Only a few more words before this blog is over. It has been fun thinking of words that all of us experience.
There was ice on the roads this morning. Our driveway was a sheet of ice until late afternoon when it began to rain. Falling temperatures tonight make ice on the driveway a sure thing in the morning. It is winter. However, it would be greatly appreciated if the bad weather moved out into the ocean for the holidays.
The word for today was sharing. Where to begin with that word!
Today I saw pictures on Facebook of decorated Christmas cookies. My! They were beautiful. Family and friends will certainly enjoy them. I appreciate her sharing her handiwork with all of us who are less gifted in the kitchen. Others have been sharing hats and scarves they have knitted. They are lovely. So colorful. One would make a fashion statement if seen wearing one or both of those creations.
Sharing positive words and pictures is another way people connect with one another. Again, Facebook seems to be the place where many people make their statement about things that are important to them. Whether I agree or disagree is not the point. The point, from where I sit, is that they have a view about something important to them. Others respond, and the world goes on.
We share when we take the time to meet and visit. I did this with a friend yesterday. We met and had a wonderful conversation. We have been friends for many years. It is always a joy to spend time sharing what is happening in our lives. I bet you do this, too. While writing is a fast way to connect with many people, there is nothing like sitting over a cup of coffee visiting.
Today was a good day to wrap packages at my house. The two of us shared memories of past Christmas mornings. We fussed over which paper to use for each person. We rewrapped when the first job was not up to par. We made decisions about the treasure hunt that will happen on Christmas Day. It was a day full of sharing. We managed to spend most of the day indoors together without someone getting their nose out of joint!:) That is amazing.
I received the most beautiful card from a friend today. She touched my heart with her thoughtfulness. She wanted to share how much our friendship means to her. She is new to the area. I remember how that felt. When we moved here, I knew no one. It is a lonely feeling to be in a place of strangers. Reaching out to help was the right thing to do. From that I was gifted with a new friend. Isn't that wonderful! If you have the opportunity to help a person new to this area, please take the time to do that. You will be throwing them a lifeline.
If the roads clear, I will take a small gift to a woman who is 100 years old. I met her this summer. Her circle of friends has tightened. Not many people live to be 100. She is a delight. I want to be sure and visit her before Christmas Day. Maybe I will try to make a batch of those Christmas cookies. Ok. I probably won't. But, there are nice ones at the bakery!!:)
We have opportunities every day to share our lives, our faith, our love with others. We can decide to engage in conversation with others, or we can back away from conversation. We can tell others how much they mean to us, or we can assume they know. So many decisions about what our life will be and how it will look.
It has been my pleasure to share a few minutes about my day with you. I don't know what tomorrow will bring. But, I do know that this day won't come again. Tomorrow I receive a new day. I am anxious to see who will share it with me.
Sunday's word--How about peace. What does that word bring to your mind?
Blessings.
We are quickly closing in on Christmas Day. Only a few more words before this blog is over. It has been fun thinking of words that all of us experience.
There was ice on the roads this morning. Our driveway was a sheet of ice until late afternoon when it began to rain. Falling temperatures tonight make ice on the driveway a sure thing in the morning. It is winter. However, it would be greatly appreciated if the bad weather moved out into the ocean for the holidays.
The word for today was sharing. Where to begin with that word!
Today I saw pictures on Facebook of decorated Christmas cookies. My! They were beautiful. Family and friends will certainly enjoy them. I appreciate her sharing her handiwork with all of us who are less gifted in the kitchen. Others have been sharing hats and scarves they have knitted. They are lovely. So colorful. One would make a fashion statement if seen wearing one or both of those creations.
Sharing positive words and pictures is another way people connect with one another. Again, Facebook seems to be the place where many people make their statement about things that are important to them. Whether I agree or disagree is not the point. The point, from where I sit, is that they have a view about something important to them. Others respond, and the world goes on.
We share when we take the time to meet and visit. I did this with a friend yesterday. We met and had a wonderful conversation. We have been friends for many years. It is always a joy to spend time sharing what is happening in our lives. I bet you do this, too. While writing is a fast way to connect with many people, there is nothing like sitting over a cup of coffee visiting.
Today was a good day to wrap packages at my house. The two of us shared memories of past Christmas mornings. We fussed over which paper to use for each person. We rewrapped when the first job was not up to par. We made decisions about the treasure hunt that will happen on Christmas Day. It was a day full of sharing. We managed to spend most of the day indoors together without someone getting their nose out of joint!:) That is amazing.
I received the most beautiful card from a friend today. She touched my heart with her thoughtfulness. She wanted to share how much our friendship means to her. She is new to the area. I remember how that felt. When we moved here, I knew no one. It is a lonely feeling to be in a place of strangers. Reaching out to help was the right thing to do. From that I was gifted with a new friend. Isn't that wonderful! If you have the opportunity to help a person new to this area, please take the time to do that. You will be throwing them a lifeline.
If the roads clear, I will take a small gift to a woman who is 100 years old. I met her this summer. Her circle of friends has tightened. Not many people live to be 100. She is a delight. I want to be sure and visit her before Christmas Day. Maybe I will try to make a batch of those Christmas cookies. Ok. I probably won't. But, there are nice ones at the bakery!!:)
We have opportunities every day to share our lives, our faith, our love with others. We can decide to engage in conversation with others, or we can back away from conversation. We can tell others how much they mean to us, or we can assume they know. So many decisions about what our life will be and how it will look.
It has been my pleasure to share a few minutes about my day with you. I don't know what tomorrow will bring. But, I do know that this day won't come again. Tomorrow I receive a new day. I am anxious to see who will share it with me.
Sunday's word--How about peace. What does that word bring to your mind?
Blessings.
Friday, December 20, 2013
Saturday's Word--
Saturday's Word--
"Are you nuts? Rest during this season?" That is what I imagine you said when you read the word for today. And, I think you might be right!
Today a friend told me she was so tired and would be glad when the holiday is over. She needs rest. Rest for her body and mind. And let's not forget the pocketbook. That little thing takes a beating during this season. At least mine does.
Another friend told me about standing in line at a store to pay for her purchases. She said the woman in front of her was really crabby. She said the woman was not being very nice or understanding to the clerk who was doing the best she could. She said she smiled at her and tried to be cheerful. It didn't work. When the transaction was finished, and it was my friend's turn, she said the clerk walked from behind the counter and thanked her for trying to cheer the woman up. My guess is she was worn to a frazzle. I am not sure what a frazzle is, but I don't think it is a good thing. She was probably tired of standing in lines, trying to find something for people, feeling trapped into living outside her comfort zone. I would guess she needs rest.
I had a delightful experience in a store today. An employee approached me and offered to show me all the sales items. The store was packed. Yet, she took the time to help me locate items of interest to me. She was friendly and fun. She seemed rested. I loved the time we spent together. She had a cheerful disposition. In those few shared minutes she made a positive impression on me. I hope our paths cross again.
What makes one person crabby and another cheerful? Does rest play a role in the difference? Maybe. I would like to think so. However, it seems some folks are just plain cranky by nature. Those cranky people can be pretty funny without intending to be. But, a little of them goes a long, long way. Even rested, they are frightful. We all can be cranky at times. Most of us regain our positive dispositions after a good night's rest. How miserable to live in "cranky skin." Miserable for everyone.
When we rest, we give our bodies and minds time to recover from the day. We give ourselves time to relax. That relaxation helps us face the new whatevers that come our way. Without it, we walk on edge. And God help anyone who crosses us. Our eyes get squinty, our voice a tad bit shrill and our bodies rigid. That paints a great picture, right?
It has been my experience that after resting, I think more clearly. Maybe I went to bed having a conversation with myself about something bothersome. When I wake, often new ideas floor my mind. It's as if I turned loose of the challenge, and once I gave it over, a solution appeared. Kinda out of the blue. Or was it? It could be that once I stopped dwelling on the issues, my mind cleared. New thoughts came. New possibilities appeared. A God thing? Could be.
Rest helps keep the wrinkles away, Ladies. When we are tense, our faces show it first. I really dislike that. Why can't the wrinkles appear on my wrist? Or my thigh? Heaven knows there is much more room there than on the face!:) But, no. Our faces show our lack of rest. Our eyes look droopy. Our mouth tenses. Lines appear between our brows. How lovely. Seems to me we need to give some thought to rest just to keep ourselves presentable!
We all know that rest is essential to our well being. This season will pass. On the morning of the 26th the world will sigh a collective sigh. We made it through another holiday season. Only 364 days utiil the next one. Rest a bit on that day, and then hit those sales!!
Rest. All of you. Everyone will like you much better if you are rested and nice!!:)
Ok. Time for the next word. Let's go with sharing. I am sharing with you that I am tired. I need rest. Think it is time to head to bed. And while I am sleeping, sharing will roll around in my brain. I fully expect to awaken tomorrow with great insight into sharing!
Take good care.
"Are you nuts? Rest during this season?" That is what I imagine you said when you read the word for today. And, I think you might be right!
Today a friend told me she was so tired and would be glad when the holiday is over. She needs rest. Rest for her body and mind. And let's not forget the pocketbook. That little thing takes a beating during this season. At least mine does.
Another friend told me about standing in line at a store to pay for her purchases. She said the woman in front of her was really crabby. She said the woman was not being very nice or understanding to the clerk who was doing the best she could. She said she smiled at her and tried to be cheerful. It didn't work. When the transaction was finished, and it was my friend's turn, she said the clerk walked from behind the counter and thanked her for trying to cheer the woman up. My guess is she was worn to a frazzle. I am not sure what a frazzle is, but I don't think it is a good thing. She was probably tired of standing in lines, trying to find something for people, feeling trapped into living outside her comfort zone. I would guess she needs rest.
I had a delightful experience in a store today. An employee approached me and offered to show me all the sales items. The store was packed. Yet, she took the time to help me locate items of interest to me. She was friendly and fun. She seemed rested. I loved the time we spent together. She had a cheerful disposition. In those few shared minutes she made a positive impression on me. I hope our paths cross again.
What makes one person crabby and another cheerful? Does rest play a role in the difference? Maybe. I would like to think so. However, it seems some folks are just plain cranky by nature. Those cranky people can be pretty funny without intending to be. But, a little of them goes a long, long way. Even rested, they are frightful. We all can be cranky at times. Most of us regain our positive dispositions after a good night's rest. How miserable to live in "cranky skin." Miserable for everyone.
When we rest, we give our bodies and minds time to recover from the day. We give ourselves time to relax. That relaxation helps us face the new whatevers that come our way. Without it, we walk on edge. And God help anyone who crosses us. Our eyes get squinty, our voice a tad bit shrill and our bodies rigid. That paints a great picture, right?
It has been my experience that after resting, I think more clearly. Maybe I went to bed having a conversation with myself about something bothersome. When I wake, often new ideas floor my mind. It's as if I turned loose of the challenge, and once I gave it over, a solution appeared. Kinda out of the blue. Or was it? It could be that once I stopped dwelling on the issues, my mind cleared. New thoughts came. New possibilities appeared. A God thing? Could be.
Rest helps keep the wrinkles away, Ladies. When we are tense, our faces show it first. I really dislike that. Why can't the wrinkles appear on my wrist? Or my thigh? Heaven knows there is much more room there than on the face!:) But, no. Our faces show our lack of rest. Our eyes look droopy. Our mouth tenses. Lines appear between our brows. How lovely. Seems to me we need to give some thought to rest just to keep ourselves presentable!
We all know that rest is essential to our well being. This season will pass. On the morning of the 26th the world will sigh a collective sigh. We made it through another holiday season. Only 364 days utiil the next one. Rest a bit on that day, and then hit those sales!!
Rest. All of you. Everyone will like you much better if you are rested and nice!!:)
Ok. Time for the next word. Let's go with sharing. I am sharing with you that I am tired. I need rest. Think it is time to head to bed. And while I am sleeping, sharing will roll around in my brain. I fully expect to awaken tomorrow with great insight into sharing!
Take good care.
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Friday's Word--
Friday's Word--
One of the joys of this season is giving. Folks are out and about searching for that perfect gift for special people. Packages are beautifully wrapped. And when the time is just right, those packages are given away. The receiver experiences excitement and fun at receiving a gift. The giver experiences a warm heart knowing that what they selected was perfect. It is a win/win.
Presents are one way we give to others. Home baked cookies are another! Who doesn't enjoy a plate of warm cookies fresh from the oven? When we think of this season, we think of sharing food. We don't give plain old cookies. No, we decorate them with sprinkles and icing. We cut them in Christmas shapes. We spend time making them beautiful to see and eat. In our family we prepare special foods just for this holiday. Everyone looks forward to dinner around a table. Good food, fun conversation, loving family. Yes, food plays a large part in this season.
We give of our talents, too. We sing in church choirs, help with communion, read scripture, sing carols. Gifts and talents include a friendly spirit, a warm handshake, a hug. We all have gifts and talents. When we give of oursleves through them, others feel welcomed and loved. We volunteer to visit nursing homes or ring bells outside businesses. We take dinner to those who need to be remembered. Our talents are very apparent during Christmas.
Christmas cards appear in mailboxes. These cards are one way others give to us. They share their year with us through the gift of a card. It takes time to write a letter or a note. When we share their lives through their words, we are given the gift of friendship. Often I keep the letters and cards to reread after the crazy of the season has passed. They remind me of the lovely people who grace my life.
All of the above are wonderful ways to give to others. Of course we realize that by giving to others, we are also giving to ourselves. Giving is a way to fill the empty spot that resides deep within us. The simple act of thinking of another's needs moves us to a new and precious spot. For that moment our wants take a back seat as we care for another. A perfect example of this is when storms take away homes. People give and give and give. There is little or no thought to personal needs. Then there are those who are lonely this season. When someone we loved so deeply and dearly dies, the emptiness overwhelms. The sense of loss is almost touchable. Sometimes we feel there is nothing we can do to encourage people who are experiencing such grief. But there is. Keep reading.
The one gift I have not mentioned yet is probably the most precious gift of all. It is the gift of time.
How often have I thought about giving the gift of time but didn't. What were my reasons? When I remove all the layers of reasons, I am left with something quite simple. This something is I didn't want to give of myself. It is much easier to write a check or send a card. An email is a caring thing to do, but it does not require much of me. I suspect you are in the same boat with me. We desire to help. We do care, but we want our caring to be from afar. Our time is already limited. At least we think it is.
My question to all of us is this: How much time does it take to visit someone once a month? How much time does it take to make a call to a shut-in? You know the answer as well as I do. While time is certainly part of the picture, it isn't the whole picture. I think we would change our thinking about this if we could see into the heart of someone who was so grateful for our visit--our gift of time.
Giving makes us better people. We give because our Creator gave. Each of us decides when and how much to give. That includes time, talents, gifts. Striking a balance that works in our lives is a bit tricky but certainly worth considering. Maybe we can make it a family event. A once a month event. We know how important it is for us to give. It helps our mental health and our spiritual health. Our children see our example and follow in our footsteps as they grow. Not much better than that!
What shall we think about tomorrow? How about rest? Rest has many definitions. And now I am going off to bed to do just that! Talk soon.
One of the joys of this season is giving. Folks are out and about searching for that perfect gift for special people. Packages are beautifully wrapped. And when the time is just right, those packages are given away. The receiver experiences excitement and fun at receiving a gift. The giver experiences a warm heart knowing that what they selected was perfect. It is a win/win.
Presents are one way we give to others. Home baked cookies are another! Who doesn't enjoy a plate of warm cookies fresh from the oven? When we think of this season, we think of sharing food. We don't give plain old cookies. No, we decorate them with sprinkles and icing. We cut them in Christmas shapes. We spend time making them beautiful to see and eat. In our family we prepare special foods just for this holiday. Everyone looks forward to dinner around a table. Good food, fun conversation, loving family. Yes, food plays a large part in this season.
We give of our talents, too. We sing in church choirs, help with communion, read scripture, sing carols. Gifts and talents include a friendly spirit, a warm handshake, a hug. We all have gifts and talents. When we give of oursleves through them, others feel welcomed and loved. We volunteer to visit nursing homes or ring bells outside businesses. We take dinner to those who need to be remembered. Our talents are very apparent during Christmas.
Christmas cards appear in mailboxes. These cards are one way others give to us. They share their year with us through the gift of a card. It takes time to write a letter or a note. When we share their lives through their words, we are given the gift of friendship. Often I keep the letters and cards to reread after the crazy of the season has passed. They remind me of the lovely people who grace my life.
All of the above are wonderful ways to give to others. Of course we realize that by giving to others, we are also giving to ourselves. Giving is a way to fill the empty spot that resides deep within us. The simple act of thinking of another's needs moves us to a new and precious spot. For that moment our wants take a back seat as we care for another. A perfect example of this is when storms take away homes. People give and give and give. There is little or no thought to personal needs. Then there are those who are lonely this season. When someone we loved so deeply and dearly dies, the emptiness overwhelms. The sense of loss is almost touchable. Sometimes we feel there is nothing we can do to encourage people who are experiencing such grief. But there is. Keep reading.
The one gift I have not mentioned yet is probably the most precious gift of all. It is the gift of time.
How often have I thought about giving the gift of time but didn't. What were my reasons? When I remove all the layers of reasons, I am left with something quite simple. This something is I didn't want to give of myself. It is much easier to write a check or send a card. An email is a caring thing to do, but it does not require much of me. I suspect you are in the same boat with me. We desire to help. We do care, but we want our caring to be from afar. Our time is already limited. At least we think it is.
My question to all of us is this: How much time does it take to visit someone once a month? How much time does it take to make a call to a shut-in? You know the answer as well as I do. While time is certainly part of the picture, it isn't the whole picture. I think we would change our thinking about this if we could see into the heart of someone who was so grateful for our visit--our gift of time.
Giving makes us better people. We give because our Creator gave. Each of us decides when and how much to give. That includes time, talents, gifts. Striking a balance that works in our lives is a bit tricky but certainly worth considering. Maybe we can make it a family event. A once a month event. We know how important it is for us to give. It helps our mental health and our spiritual health. Our children see our example and follow in our footsteps as they grow. Not much better than that!
What shall we think about tomorrow? How about rest? Rest has many definitions. And now I am going off to bed to do just that! Talk soon.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Thursday's Word--
Thursday's Word--
When I selected conversation as Thursday's word, I had no idea how important that would be.
Today I received a phone message saying I needed to call a certain number as soon as possible. The voice conveyed urgency, so as soon as I listened to the message, I made the call.
The voice on the other end of the phone asked for information to verify that I was who I said I was. Once that part of the conversation was finished, she told me that someone had tried to use my bank debit card. Evidently someone stole the number on my card. Then they made a counterfeit card with my number on it. After they had all their ducks in a row, they attempted to charge over $1000.00 worth of merchandise at a local discount store.
They might have pulled the robbery off had they not gone shopping from 2AM to 3AM. The representative from the bank said that between certain hours, the credit department that accepts or rejects credit card purchases is closed. So, when the cashier pushed the credit approval button, it was denied. That didn't stop them. They tried three more times. Each time the amount was rejected. She said they probably threw the card away once they realized it wasn't going to work for them.
That explained why I had not been able to use my debit card the day before. The bank shut down the ability to make credit purchases. Since they didn't have my pin number, I could continue to use the card as a debit card. But, I didn't know that. I thought the strip on the back of the card might have gone bad. Sometimes that happens. I had intended to make a trip to the bank to see what was wrong with the card. Little did I know!
She said they monitor bank cards very carefully. Boy! Am I grateful for that. During our conversation she gave me the times and amounts of each failed transation. We closed the account. I will receive a new card in a few days. But, this really makes me think about using cards at all.
That was a conversation I had not anticipated. But, it was a conversation I was very happy to receive. The bank rep was most kind. I was kind, also. There was no need to be upset. What was tried had failed. It would have been a different story had they been able to learn my pin number.
So, today's big conversation was with a complete stranger who wanted to help me. Yes, it was her job to do that. But, even so, I am tickled that I received the call. I hope they pay her and others who do the same job well.
What interesting conversation did you have today?
It's time for tomorrow's word. What shall it be? How about giving. We think of giving during the holiday season, but it is a word for the whole year. Think about all the different ways we practice giving.
I think giving is good. Talk tomorrow.
When I selected conversation as Thursday's word, I had no idea how important that would be.
Today I received a phone message saying I needed to call a certain number as soon as possible. The voice conveyed urgency, so as soon as I listened to the message, I made the call.
The voice on the other end of the phone asked for information to verify that I was who I said I was. Once that part of the conversation was finished, she told me that someone had tried to use my bank debit card. Evidently someone stole the number on my card. Then they made a counterfeit card with my number on it. After they had all their ducks in a row, they attempted to charge over $1000.00 worth of merchandise at a local discount store.
They might have pulled the robbery off had they not gone shopping from 2AM to 3AM. The representative from the bank said that between certain hours, the credit department that accepts or rejects credit card purchases is closed. So, when the cashier pushed the credit approval button, it was denied. That didn't stop them. They tried three more times. Each time the amount was rejected. She said they probably threw the card away once they realized it wasn't going to work for them.
That explained why I had not been able to use my debit card the day before. The bank shut down the ability to make credit purchases. Since they didn't have my pin number, I could continue to use the card as a debit card. But, I didn't know that. I thought the strip on the back of the card might have gone bad. Sometimes that happens. I had intended to make a trip to the bank to see what was wrong with the card. Little did I know!
She said they monitor bank cards very carefully. Boy! Am I grateful for that. During our conversation she gave me the times and amounts of each failed transation. We closed the account. I will receive a new card in a few days. But, this really makes me think about using cards at all.
That was a conversation I had not anticipated. But, it was a conversation I was very happy to receive. The bank rep was most kind. I was kind, also. There was no need to be upset. What was tried had failed. It would have been a different story had they been able to learn my pin number.
So, today's big conversation was with a complete stranger who wanted to help me. Yes, it was her job to do that. But, even so, I am tickled that I received the call. I hope they pay her and others who do the same job well.
What interesting conversation did you have today?
It's time for tomorrow's word. What shall it be? How about giving. We think of giving during the holiday season, but it is a word for the whole year. Think about all the different ways we practice giving.
I think giving is good. Talk tomorrow.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Wednesday's Word--
Wednesday's Word--
It is now Wednesday. Early Wednesday. All day I have been thinking about unconditional love. Thinking about love is not difficult, but when the word unconditional is added, it changes everything.
Love often has conditions attached to it. We love because of what we receive in return. If what we receive fades away, does love remain? Love in its best definition is a verb. It is an action. We show our love by behaviors. Certainly we all say those words--I love you. But we all desire the actions that show us that love. That is when we truly feel loved.
Unconditional love says that love is there always. There are no limitations. There are no boundaries. Even when it hurts, we continue to love others with the greatest of care. Parents love their children this way. Even when those beloved children hurt or disappoint, the love we feel is unconditional.
Have you ever heard this said? "Love the person but not what they do." Or "Love the sinner but not the sin." Do you think that is putting conditions on your love? As long as the other person behaves in a way that fits my description of acceptable, I love them. Once they move into the other column, my love changes. This is dangerous ground. I know that. There are people who do terrible things to others. Am I to love them anyway? Or am I to stand up for those who are victims? Am I to love the person who intentionally harms another the same way I love my friend? If the answer is yes, I am afraid I fail at this.
Are we afraid to love this way? Are we putting ourselves in a vunerable position when we love others unconditionally? If the answer is yes, then we are thinking about our needs and not the other person. We are basically saying we will love if. What we put after the if, is up to each of us. Those conditions change the nature of love. I think this speaks of fear. Fear that we are not worthy of being loved completely. We know ourselves. We know the uglies that live within us. If another person saw those uglies, they would run in the other direction. So, we keep the walls up just a bit. We allow them to peek over the walls, but we are afraid of their response to the real us. This speaks of forgiveness. Forgiveness of ourselves.
The Creator teaches us through example what unconditional love looks like. It is something we can achieve if we remove ourselves from the center of our universe. Oh--that is a difficult thing to do. But how wonderful to see others as the Creator's creation, too. To know that each person is precious. To understand that no one is perfect. To treat others as we wish to be treated. This love treats everyone with respect and care. No one is left out. I like that. No one left out. I have felt left out. Have you? It is such a desperate feeling. To know that all are included is life changing.
I will end this with a quote I read in a magazine recently. I don't remember the name of the magazine. But I wrote this down because it spoke to me.
"At the end of our lives our primordial fears come crashing down, allowing us to see what has always been on the other side: unconditional love." Oh that we could see this before this point in our lives.
Thursday's word--conversation. Have no idea where that one will lead. We shall see.
It is now Wednesday. Early Wednesday. All day I have been thinking about unconditional love. Thinking about love is not difficult, but when the word unconditional is added, it changes everything.
Love often has conditions attached to it. We love because of what we receive in return. If what we receive fades away, does love remain? Love in its best definition is a verb. It is an action. We show our love by behaviors. Certainly we all say those words--I love you. But we all desire the actions that show us that love. That is when we truly feel loved.
Unconditional love says that love is there always. There are no limitations. There are no boundaries. Even when it hurts, we continue to love others with the greatest of care. Parents love their children this way. Even when those beloved children hurt or disappoint, the love we feel is unconditional.
Have you ever heard this said? "Love the person but not what they do." Or "Love the sinner but not the sin." Do you think that is putting conditions on your love? As long as the other person behaves in a way that fits my description of acceptable, I love them. Once they move into the other column, my love changes. This is dangerous ground. I know that. There are people who do terrible things to others. Am I to love them anyway? Or am I to stand up for those who are victims? Am I to love the person who intentionally harms another the same way I love my friend? If the answer is yes, I am afraid I fail at this.
Are we afraid to love this way? Are we putting ourselves in a vunerable position when we love others unconditionally? If the answer is yes, then we are thinking about our needs and not the other person. We are basically saying we will love if. What we put after the if, is up to each of us. Those conditions change the nature of love. I think this speaks of fear. Fear that we are not worthy of being loved completely. We know ourselves. We know the uglies that live within us. If another person saw those uglies, they would run in the other direction. So, we keep the walls up just a bit. We allow them to peek over the walls, but we are afraid of their response to the real us. This speaks of forgiveness. Forgiveness of ourselves.
The Creator teaches us through example what unconditional love looks like. It is something we can achieve if we remove ourselves from the center of our universe. Oh--that is a difficult thing to do. But how wonderful to see others as the Creator's creation, too. To know that each person is precious. To understand that no one is perfect. To treat others as we wish to be treated. This love treats everyone with respect and care. No one is left out. I like that. No one left out. I have felt left out. Have you? It is such a desperate feeling. To know that all are included is life changing.
I will end this with a quote I read in a magazine recently. I don't remember the name of the magazine. But I wrote this down because it spoke to me.
"At the end of our lives our primordial fears come crashing down, allowing us to see what has always been on the other side: unconditional love." Oh that we could see this before this point in our lives.
Thursday's word--conversation. Have no idea where that one will lead. We shall see.
Monday, December 16, 2013
Tuesday's Word--
Tuesday's Word--
I have been anticipating this blog all day. Thought you might enjoy something I read in the Urban Dictionary about anticipation. "The feeling you feel when you feel you're going to feel a feeling you've never felt before." Wow! That about says it all.
When we anticipate something, we are preparing for it to happen. For instance, when I know company is coming, I anticipate a wonderful time. I think about the people who will grace my home. I think about who they are, and how they bring new dimensions to my life. It makes my heart smile to know that within a few hours we will be visiting. Maybe sitting in the back room or standing around the food on the counter. I can see in my mind's eye what it will be like when they arrive. There is comfort in that. It is like a worn slipper.
Occasionally things don't go as I anticipate they will. When that happens, I am forced to rethink. Maybe the change had nothing to do with me. Nevertheless, I have to redirect my expectation. That is life happening.
Today I anticipated purchasing socks and gloves for a giving tree at our church. When that was accomplished, I anticipated the discussion in the Monday book study group. I have been a member of this group for over two years. Each Monday I know I will learn something new or be forced to examine some views that have been part of me for a long time. I anticipate a good thing.
A good thing--Could it be that what we anticipate is exactly what we get? Interesting thought. If that is the case, I need to set my sights mighty high. Why would I want to set them low! If that is true, then so is this: If you give joy, you will receive joy. If you inflict pain, you will receive pain. The choice is yours. Sounds very simple. And on some levels, it is. On other levels, it is so difficult. We are very complex beings. We have the power to hold on to hurtful things. We might even anticipate what another will say or do in a given circimstance. We know. We have been there.
But, what if we changed our expectation? What if we realize that what we want and need comes from within us? What if we could learn to meet every situation with love? Would that change us? Would we realize that others have an expectation of us? What does that look like to them?
Another expectation today was sitting on an uncomfortable bleacher watching my now 13 year old grandson play basketball. I anticipated him being successful on the court. I knew I would see parents of other players, and together we would cheer for our boys. What a lovely thing.
Right now we are waiting eagerly for something to happen. That something is Christmas. We are waiting for the day to arrive when we visit with family. We are anticipating joy. We are expecting to be excited as our families open gifts we knew would be just right for them. We might even attend a Christmas Eve service. If that is part of our Christmas ritual, we look forward to the beautiful music, the sights and the sounds. We feel a deep sense of peace from that experience. It is possible that we leave that service with a renewed sense of who we are in the Creator's plan. And we are awed.
Whatever you are anticipating, my prayer for you is that it meet a need within you. That you realize in all circumstances, you play a role. Maybe expectations are a bit too high. Change them. Make them fit into reality. Allow yourself to love others in a new way. Realize that what you give is exactly what you receive. ( Sometimes I hate that!!:) And know that I am anticipating you will read these words, and they will make sense!!:)
Wednesday's word. Let's make it two words. How about unconditional love? That is a huge topic. One we probably all struggle with at times. Easy to say--difficult to do. At some point when you are ready to share, I would love to know if any of the words have meant anything to you. You can facebook me or email me. sondra.wisdom@yahoo.com.
I anticipate our next visit!
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Monday's Word--
Monday's Word--
Finding beauty in the world has been an easy assignment. It is everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. One doesn't even have to look for it. It appears unbidden. Here are a few of my "beautiful" finds since we last visited.
*Beautiful Christmas music sung by a choir
*A box of homemade cookies
*Shopping and finding the right gift for a special person
*Crisp winter air
*Clear roads
*Christmas lights on homes
*Clerks wishing shoppers a Merry Christmas
*Sitting with my husband at a bookstore working on plans for our annual treasure hunt for the grandchildren
*Sharing a few moments with happy people
*A winter's nap
*Christmas cards from those we love
*Helping another person
*Sitting quietly enjoying a fire in the fireplace and the lights on the tree
*Enjoying special ornaments made my our son when he was a child
*A grandson's birthday today
*Memories
*Items marked off the list
*A joyous spirit
*Trees wearing a blanket of snow
*Bright red Cardinals against white snow
*Love
*Sharing an unexpected moment with a fried
Beauty is easy to find. It loves to be known. The trick is being able to see it. During this busy seasons it is so easy to see only the chores to be done, the food that has to be prepared, the gifts that must be wrapped, the "perfect" day. Well, let's all take a moment to stop. Let's think about why we have this season. Let's remember that nothing in life is perfect. The moments we remember are not those that are perfect, but those that show our humanity.
Looking for beauty is as easy as looking in the mirror. What do we see when we take that look in the mirror? While I cannot speak for you, I can share what I see. Besides seeing a woman who has lived many years and had many experiences, I see a person loved by her creator--wrinkles and all. Moving it away from only me, I think it means we are all created to love and care for one another. We are meant to be caretakers of our earth and leave it better than when we arrived. We are to show compassion to all. And we are to forgive even when we don't want to do that. It really is up to us, isn't it? No other creatures on this earth have the ability to make this a peaceful place. Only humans have this ability.
So, looking for beauty was easy. It shouted to be seen.
Monday is almost here. We need a new word. How about anticipation? Yes, I like that word. Together, let's think about it and see where it takes us.
Finding beauty in the world has been an easy assignment. It is everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. One doesn't even have to look for it. It appears unbidden. Here are a few of my "beautiful" finds since we last visited.
*Beautiful Christmas music sung by a choir
*A box of homemade cookies
*Shopping and finding the right gift for a special person
*Crisp winter air
*Clear roads
*Christmas lights on homes
*Clerks wishing shoppers a Merry Christmas
*Sitting with my husband at a bookstore working on plans for our annual treasure hunt for the grandchildren
*Sharing a few moments with happy people
*A winter's nap
*Christmas cards from those we love
*Helping another person
*Sitting quietly enjoying a fire in the fireplace and the lights on the tree
*Enjoying special ornaments made my our son when he was a child
*A grandson's birthday today
*Memories
*Items marked off the list
*A joyous spirit
*Trees wearing a blanket of snow
*Bright red Cardinals against white snow
*Love
*Sharing an unexpected moment with a fried
Beauty is easy to find. It loves to be known. The trick is being able to see it. During this busy seasons it is so easy to see only the chores to be done, the food that has to be prepared, the gifts that must be wrapped, the "perfect" day. Well, let's all take a moment to stop. Let's think about why we have this season. Let's remember that nothing in life is perfect. The moments we remember are not those that are perfect, but those that show our humanity.
Looking for beauty is as easy as looking in the mirror. What do we see when we take that look in the mirror? While I cannot speak for you, I can share what I see. Besides seeing a woman who has lived many years and had many experiences, I see a person loved by her creator--wrinkles and all. Moving it away from only me, I think it means we are all created to love and care for one another. We are meant to be caretakers of our earth and leave it better than when we arrived. We are to show compassion to all. And we are to forgive even when we don't want to do that. It really is up to us, isn't it? No other creatures on this earth have the ability to make this a peaceful place. Only humans have this ability.
So, looking for beauty was easy. It shouted to be seen.
Monday is almost here. We need a new word. How about anticipation? Yes, I like that word. Together, let's think about it and see where it takes us.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Sunday's Word--
Sunday's Word--
Today's word was laughter. Included in this word is giggle, smile, snicker, chortle, snort. Laughter comes in many different sizes and sounds. It can burst forth with dynamic energy or make itself known quietly. A smile is quiet energy. A giggle is much bigger. It shakes the body. If it lasts long enough, it might end with a snort. Nobody wants to hear that sound leave their body!
The way laughter arrives is varied, also. It can come as a sight gag. We see someone begin to fall. We watch as they try to gain control. They can't. The fall unfolds slowly, and we are caught up in the drama of the moment. For some goofy reason, it looks funny to us. We cannot surpress the laughter that we feel bubbling just below the surface. Once the laughter escapes our body, we cannot stop. Even remembering the moment years later brings the same peals of laughter.
Watching and listening to a baby laugh is an absolute joy. This kind of laughter is at no one's expense. It can come when we play peek-a-boo with a baby. Or when we repeat some type of action that the baby finds funny. Their laugh fills the room. Everyone listening laughs, too. If we had that type of laugh to listen to every day, I think our lives would be happier.
We smile at others without thinking. It seems to be one way humans relate to one another. We smile at folks in the grocery store, in a shopping center, at the post office. Often others smile at us when we meet on the street. A smile is a way of connecting with another planet person. We really don't need to have a personal relationship with people to give a smile.
Why is it that we laugh when we are not supposed to laugh? At my grandmother's funeral I got the giggles. During the service. I tried to make others believe I was crying. But, when the tissues started appearing from other family members, I almost lost it completely. I think I may have even made a few sounds. My granny would have loved it. The more I tried to overcome the urge to laugh, the stronger it became. I was so glad when music started. It gave me the opportunity to pull myself together.
While we laugh with others in our world, the ones we might consider sharing larger doses with are those in our families. Things can get so darn serious with our family members. If we could learn to laugh at ourselves more, some of the petty disagreements might end in laugher instead of ugly words or actions. Laughter can turn a tense moment into something quite wonderful. It all depends on our ability to let things go. Life is so much more fun when laughter is a companion.
Today I received many smiles from people I know. I gave the same away. That is the other thing about laughter and its many components. It is free. All it takes is a willingness to see the lighter side of life.
Sunday's word is beauty. Where will we find beauty tomorrow? What will it look like? How do we define beauty? I am looking forward to all things beautiful tomorrow. Won't you join me in the search for beauty?
Today's word was laughter. Included in this word is giggle, smile, snicker, chortle, snort. Laughter comes in many different sizes and sounds. It can burst forth with dynamic energy or make itself known quietly. A smile is quiet energy. A giggle is much bigger. It shakes the body. If it lasts long enough, it might end with a snort. Nobody wants to hear that sound leave their body!
The way laughter arrives is varied, also. It can come as a sight gag. We see someone begin to fall. We watch as they try to gain control. They can't. The fall unfolds slowly, and we are caught up in the drama of the moment. For some goofy reason, it looks funny to us. We cannot surpress the laughter that we feel bubbling just below the surface. Once the laughter escapes our body, we cannot stop. Even remembering the moment years later brings the same peals of laughter.
Watching and listening to a baby laugh is an absolute joy. This kind of laughter is at no one's expense. It can come when we play peek-a-boo with a baby. Or when we repeat some type of action that the baby finds funny. Their laugh fills the room. Everyone listening laughs, too. If we had that type of laugh to listen to every day, I think our lives would be happier.
We smile at others without thinking. It seems to be one way humans relate to one another. We smile at folks in the grocery store, in a shopping center, at the post office. Often others smile at us when we meet on the street. A smile is a way of connecting with another planet person. We really don't need to have a personal relationship with people to give a smile.
Why is it that we laugh when we are not supposed to laugh? At my grandmother's funeral I got the giggles. During the service. I tried to make others believe I was crying. But, when the tissues started appearing from other family members, I almost lost it completely. I think I may have even made a few sounds. My granny would have loved it. The more I tried to overcome the urge to laugh, the stronger it became. I was so glad when music started. It gave me the opportunity to pull myself together.
While we laugh with others in our world, the ones we might consider sharing larger doses with are those in our families. Things can get so darn serious with our family members. If we could learn to laugh at ourselves more, some of the petty disagreements might end in laugher instead of ugly words or actions. Laughter can turn a tense moment into something quite wonderful. It all depends on our ability to let things go. Life is so much more fun when laughter is a companion.
Today I received many smiles from people I know. I gave the same away. That is the other thing about laughter and its many components. It is free. All it takes is a willingness to see the lighter side of life.
Sunday's word is beauty. Where will we find beauty tomorrow? What will it look like? How do we define beauty? I am looking forward to all things beautiful tomorrow. Won't you join me in the search for beauty?
Friday, December 13, 2013
Saturday's Word--
Saturday's Word--
Snow is falling softly and quietly. The deck is covered. Chairs and a table are clothed in a blanket of white. I love the lovely way snow falls when the wind is absent. Straight down to the ground from the heavens. Snow brings beauty. The earth is dressed in its finest when it is covered with snow.
Just as snow brings beauty to the earth, so friendships bring beauty to the soul. Most of the time!:)
Often people gravitate to one another because they share mutual interests. That might include concerts, shared vacations, camping, exercising, good food. People also enjoy others who have different interests. Those people bring new ideas to the table. They stretch our thinking. They push our buttons sometimes. They make us think. A mixture of the two seems good to me.
Friendships can form quickly or over time. For some it takes time to trust another person. To be sure, we do have to practice a bit of caution sometimes. People are not always as they appear. However, I think most people are really good inside. Those that form quickly are fun. There is no time to think about an agenda. You simply enjoy being together.
On the other side of that coin are the friendships that take time to develop. There is a connection. It is fun to get together. And then one day you realize how much the other person's friendship means to you. You realize this person is some one you can trust. There is a calm and peace within this shared relationship.
Women especially need friends. We find our strength in sharing our lives with another person. We seek counsel from one another. We share our challenges. We want our friends to be honest with us when we pose a question. We listen. When we are sick or angry or upset, we call those people who love us no matter what we say. We feel safe with these people.
I have a friend who read the blog about patience. Today she told me she was sitting in her car in a parking lot waiting for her husband to complete his shopping. As she was sitting, she was becoming impatient because I had not written the next word for the week. Too funny. What more could I ask than to have a friend who reads my blogs and pushes me to get to the next word?!:) I hope she reads this one.:)
Sometimes friends come into our lives and then leave. That used to really bother me. But, now I realize that life changes. People change. Interests change. Our needs change. It could be that a person enters our life for a specific purpose. And then they are gone. They are like sunshine that appears on a cloudy day. They brighten our space for awhile, and then they move on. When we look back, we see the reason they came to visit us. They leave a sweet fragrance that lingers in our souls long after they are gone.
Friends give a place meaning. When we moved to this state, I knew no one. It was very lonely. I missed the friends I left behind. I missed having someone to call. I missed knowing there was someone close by who cared that I was miserable. Then we met a couple at church, and everything changed. This new place was bearable beause I had a friend.
My friends are a diverse group of women. Each is as unique as the snow flakes that are falling. We share silly things and deep things. We encourage one another. We help one another. We lift one another up when life hurts. I am so thankful for each one of the women who grace my life with their presense.
Tomorrow is Saturday. Time to decide on the word for the day. How about laughter. Let's see if we can bring more laughter into our lives tomorrow. Remember how everyone loves the sound of a child's laughter? Well, let's see if we can bring that kind of laughter into the world tomorrow.
Good night, Friends!
Snow is falling softly and quietly. The deck is covered. Chairs and a table are clothed in a blanket of white. I love the lovely way snow falls when the wind is absent. Straight down to the ground from the heavens. Snow brings beauty. The earth is dressed in its finest when it is covered with snow.
Just as snow brings beauty to the earth, so friendships bring beauty to the soul. Most of the time!:)
Often people gravitate to one another because they share mutual interests. That might include concerts, shared vacations, camping, exercising, good food. People also enjoy others who have different interests. Those people bring new ideas to the table. They stretch our thinking. They push our buttons sometimes. They make us think. A mixture of the two seems good to me.
Friendships can form quickly or over time. For some it takes time to trust another person. To be sure, we do have to practice a bit of caution sometimes. People are not always as they appear. However, I think most people are really good inside. Those that form quickly are fun. There is no time to think about an agenda. You simply enjoy being together.
On the other side of that coin are the friendships that take time to develop. There is a connection. It is fun to get together. And then one day you realize how much the other person's friendship means to you. You realize this person is some one you can trust. There is a calm and peace within this shared relationship.
Women especially need friends. We find our strength in sharing our lives with another person. We seek counsel from one another. We share our challenges. We want our friends to be honest with us when we pose a question. We listen. When we are sick or angry or upset, we call those people who love us no matter what we say. We feel safe with these people.
I have a friend who read the blog about patience. Today she told me she was sitting in her car in a parking lot waiting for her husband to complete his shopping. As she was sitting, she was becoming impatient because I had not written the next word for the week. Too funny. What more could I ask than to have a friend who reads my blogs and pushes me to get to the next word?!:) I hope she reads this one.:)
Sometimes friends come into our lives and then leave. That used to really bother me. But, now I realize that life changes. People change. Interests change. Our needs change. It could be that a person enters our life for a specific purpose. And then they are gone. They are like sunshine that appears on a cloudy day. They brighten our space for awhile, and then they move on. When we look back, we see the reason they came to visit us. They leave a sweet fragrance that lingers in our souls long after they are gone.
Friends give a place meaning. When we moved to this state, I knew no one. It was very lonely. I missed the friends I left behind. I missed having someone to call. I missed knowing there was someone close by who cared that I was miserable. Then we met a couple at church, and everything changed. This new place was bearable beause I had a friend.
My friends are a diverse group of women. Each is as unique as the snow flakes that are falling. We share silly things and deep things. We encourage one another. We help one another. We lift one another up when life hurts. I am so thankful for each one of the women who grace my life with their presense.
Tomorrow is Saturday. Time to decide on the word for the day. How about laughter. Let's see if we can bring more laughter into our lives tomorrow. Remember how everyone loves the sound of a child's laughter? Well, let's see if we can bring that kind of laughter into the world tomorrow.
Good night, Friends!
Thursday, December 12, 2013
To Readers Both Near and Far Away--Thank You
To Readers Both Near and Far Away--Thank You.
I want to take a minute to thank those of you in this country and other countries who read my blog. I am able to see where the readership originates, and I am overwhelmed that people in far away places take the time to read my words.
We are all connected, aren't we? We all need the very same things to live. We all need love to reach our full potential as humans. We need encouragement to move beyond our present place and explore the wonders of life. We seek approval from those we respect. And sometimes we reach out beyond our boundaries in an attempt to stretch our knowledge and understanding. Yes, we are connected. I am grateful for that.
And I am grateful to you all who take time to read my words. I realize they aren't profound. But, I write from my heart in an attempt to connect with you.
Take good care.
I want to take a minute to thank those of you in this country and other countries who read my blog. I am able to see where the readership originates, and I am overwhelmed that people in far away places take the time to read my words.
We are all connected, aren't we? We all need the very same things to live. We all need love to reach our full potential as humans. We need encouragement to move beyond our present place and explore the wonders of life. We seek approval from those we respect. And sometimes we reach out beyond our boundaries in an attempt to stretch our knowledge and understanding. Yes, we are connected. I am grateful for that.
And I am grateful to you all who take time to read my words. I realize they aren't profound. But, I write from my heart in an attempt to connect with you.
Take good care.
Friday's Word
Friday's Word--
It was a happy day. Nothing exciting happened, but then nothing horrible happened, either. It was one of those ordinary days that make up the many of our days. So what made this a happy day?
One thing that made it a happy one was spending it with my husband. He is a happy person. I so appreciate his attitude toward life. He is positive and caring. Today he gave me a hug, and said how much he would miss me if I weren't here. He said that since we have spent so many years together, we know one another so well. He knows what to expect, and so do I. To be honest with you, not every minute of our time together is blissful. But, most of our time together is very special. I cannot imagine life without him.
A friend called. She and I have known one another for many years. We have been through much together. She is a happy spot in my life. She is someone who knows me very well and continues to make time for me in her life. I am happy to call her my friend.
Seeing the lights on the Christmas trees made me so happy today. Dressing the trees is a joy for me. Switching on the lights for the hundredth time makes me as happy as the first time. Each time brings a smile to my face and heart. I love the warmth the trees bring to the rooms. It is a sad day when they are undressed and packed away for another year.
It is interesting to me how the emotion of happiness can be present one minute and gone in the next. We are complex creatures, aren't we? Sometimes we give our ability to experience happiness over to others. We believe that others are the cause our happiness or lack of. If we take the time to examine that statement, we realize that our level of happiness depends on us. Others cannot make us happy. Others can contribute to our feeling of happiness, but we own the ability to find this in life. Every minute of our lives will not be happy ones. But, I want others to see a happy spirit when they spend time with me. Who wants to spend time with someone who is usually in an unhappy state of mind?
Well, Thursday is almost gone. Throughout this day I thought about happiness. I realized that there are times when I make the choice to be unhappy. That is something I can change. And I will.
A new word. Friday's word. Friendship. That shall be the new word of the day.
This is a word that represents our relationships with others who share this planet. Let's talk about our experiences tomorrow night.
It was a happy day. Nothing exciting happened, but then nothing horrible happened, either. It was one of those ordinary days that make up the many of our days. So what made this a happy day?
One thing that made it a happy one was spending it with my husband. He is a happy person. I so appreciate his attitude toward life. He is positive and caring. Today he gave me a hug, and said how much he would miss me if I weren't here. He said that since we have spent so many years together, we know one another so well. He knows what to expect, and so do I. To be honest with you, not every minute of our time together is blissful. But, most of our time together is very special. I cannot imagine life without him.
A friend called. She and I have known one another for many years. We have been through much together. She is a happy spot in my life. She is someone who knows me very well and continues to make time for me in her life. I am happy to call her my friend.
Seeing the lights on the Christmas trees made me so happy today. Dressing the trees is a joy for me. Switching on the lights for the hundredth time makes me as happy as the first time. Each time brings a smile to my face and heart. I love the warmth the trees bring to the rooms. It is a sad day when they are undressed and packed away for another year.
It is interesting to me how the emotion of happiness can be present one minute and gone in the next. We are complex creatures, aren't we? Sometimes we give our ability to experience happiness over to others. We believe that others are the cause our happiness or lack of. If we take the time to examine that statement, we realize that our level of happiness depends on us. Others cannot make us happy. Others can contribute to our feeling of happiness, but we own the ability to find this in life. Every minute of our lives will not be happy ones. But, I want others to see a happy spirit when they spend time with me. Who wants to spend time with someone who is usually in an unhappy state of mind?
Well, Thursday is almost gone. Throughout this day I thought about happiness. I realized that there are times when I make the choice to be unhappy. That is something I can change. And I will.
A new word. Friday's word. Friendship. That shall be the new word of the day.
This is a word that represents our relationships with others who share this planet. Let's talk about our experiences tomorrow night.
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Thursday's Word
Thursday's Word--
Wednesday is almost over, and it is time to take a few minutes to review my word of the day--patience.
Patience and I don't always work hand in hand. In fact, patience and I find ourselves on opposite sides of life quite often. Like when the car in front of me at the coffee drive-thru puts down roots at the ordering place. Honestly, I always know what my drink will be way before I drive into that line. What is that about?? And when the person who works the window hangs outside that window and engages in conversation with the car in front of me, I must confess I get a little impatient. That's when the thoughts about whether to tip or not to tip becomes a serious thought. Not good.
Just today I was in line at another drive-thru. The car in front sat at the order place for hours. Well, perhaps not that long. But it seemed that long!:) Once the person ordered, the car didn't move. Not one inch. My hand was making its was to the horn..and then I remembered that I was working on my word of the day. Shoot!!:) Forced me to rethink my almost actions. I am a better person for that moment of remembering.
I took my husband to the hospital for a test today. Everyone who helped us was wonderful. Patience wasn't even a needed virtue.
Patience or the lack of it is something many of us struggle with every day. We struggle to show patience in stores, with our spouse or partner, with our children and with those at work. When I experience impatience, it is physical. My body becomes a bit rigid. Sometime my voice moves up a few keys. The eyes dart about. Responses are quick and curt. Yes, body language gives away my lack of patience. That is something I might place on a "needs work" list. One action that causes my impatience to jump to the red level is when we are ready to leave the house. Coat on, keys and purse in hand, tv turned off--and he has forgotten his wallet, his glasses, his whatever. That drives me to distraction. Yes, I have a few things to work on where patience is concerned!:)
Even with the few irritations, it was a very good day. Working with a word each day has given me a little more direction to my life. I am more aware of the way I respond to situations. Sometimes I am pleased. Sometime not.
So, here we are making the decision about tomorrow's word. So many good ones.
I think I will select happiness. Yes, happiness shall be the word for Thursday. I do know that many do not find happiness at Christmas time. I suppose there are many reasons for that. However, I still think happiness is the word. Maybe if we all look deep within ourselves, we will find some part of the holidays that brings happiness to us. Happiness might come simply by enjoying time with family and friends. It's not up to me how others find happiness during this season. But, maybe because we are looking for it, it will come as a wonderful surprise!
Happiness. Can't wait to see how much I see and feel tomorrow!
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Wednesday's Word--
Wednesday's Word--
While yesterday was quite busy, today has been rather quiet in comparison. However, there were moments when kindness reigned.
My roommate is one of the kindness people I know. He has such a loving spirit and is always doing kind things for me. Today was no exception. Sometimes I wonder if he has a mean bone in his body. He is kind to everyone. An example of this is when someone drove into our driveway this morning.
We don't have a doorbell. That is by choice. We have a long driveway so to help us know when a car drives up our lane, we have a "dinger." I honestly don't know the correct name for it. When a vehicle crosses a line, it rings in the house. It rang.
Looking out, I saw a man standing by our door. My roommate answered the door. When he came in, he said the man represented a particular religious group. He said he listened for a bit and then, in a kind way, told him he was not interested. My guess is those folks who knock on doors are prepared for negative responses or even angry ones. At my house he received a kind refusal.
Later in the day we decided to Christmas shop. At one point we were waiting to make a purchase when the clerk turned to wait on another customer. We waited quite a bit. Eventually, the other customer noticed that she had interrupted our purchase. She offered to wait until we finished our transaction. We could have become upset that we had to wait when it was our time. But, we were kind to the clerk and to the woman who took our place in line. I am proud of us for being kind to both of them.
Those are only a couple of examples of kindness in action today.
We are now to Wednesday. What word? I think it will be patience. You know--I need patience, and give it to me NOW!:) Anyone else ever experience this? It will be good for me to think about being patient with myself and others tomorrow. This maybe more difficult than I think.
So, we shall see how patience shows itself tomorrow.
While yesterday was quite busy, today has been rather quiet in comparison. However, there were moments when kindness reigned.
My roommate is one of the kindness people I know. He has such a loving spirit and is always doing kind things for me. Today was no exception. Sometimes I wonder if he has a mean bone in his body. He is kind to everyone. An example of this is when someone drove into our driveway this morning.
We don't have a doorbell. That is by choice. We have a long driveway so to help us know when a car drives up our lane, we have a "dinger." I honestly don't know the correct name for it. When a vehicle crosses a line, it rings in the house. It rang.
Looking out, I saw a man standing by our door. My roommate answered the door. When he came in, he said the man represented a particular religious group. He said he listened for a bit and then, in a kind way, told him he was not interested. My guess is those folks who knock on doors are prepared for negative responses or even angry ones. At my house he received a kind refusal.
Later in the day we decided to Christmas shop. At one point we were waiting to make a purchase when the clerk turned to wait on another customer. We waited quite a bit. Eventually, the other customer noticed that she had interrupted our purchase. She offered to wait until we finished our transaction. We could have become upset that we had to wait when it was our time. But, we were kind to the clerk and to the woman who took our place in line. I am proud of us for being kind to both of them.
Those are only a couple of examples of kindness in action today.
We are now to Wednesday. What word? I think it will be patience. You know--I need patience, and give it to me NOW!:) Anyone else ever experience this? It will be good for me to think about being patient with myself and others tomorrow. This maybe more difficult than I think.
So, we shall see how patience shows itself tomorrow.
Monday, December 9, 2013
Tuesday's Word--
Tuesday's Word--
My Monday word was gratitude. I kept it close all day. Here are some of my experiences with that lovely word.
Early in the day I was aware that I was enjoying the simplest things. It sounds absolutely crazy, but it is the truth. As I was doing laundry, I was grateful for a washer/dryer. When the clothes were dry, and I was folding, I was grateful for clean clothes. Don't laugh!!
It got worse!:) As I was cleaning floors, I was grateful that I have a home. Yes, I was grateful for the vaccuum that allows me to keep our home clean. Which means I am grateful for floors. I have been in homes with dirt as the floor. Having an actual floor is a blessing. That old vaccuum cleaner is a marvel.
Since I have to take a couple of medications, I was grateful for them this morning. They keep me well. While I wish they weren't so expensive, I am grateful that they exist.
Later in the morning I met with my Monday book study group. We have wonderful discussions. As I looked at each of the people in the group, I was grateful for their intellect, their acceptance, their humor. We have the gift of assembly in our country. We can meet and discuss anything without fear. Isn't that a wonderful freedom?
I had lunch with a friend. I am grateful for her in my life. She brings a new dimension to my life experience. And while we were chatting over quiche, a former pastor walked into the room. It was such joy to spend a few minutes in conversation with him. I was so grateful for the opportunity to reconnect with him for that few minutes.
When I arrived home mid-afternoon, my husband had soup and cornbread ready. Who wouldn't be grateful for such a treat on a cold afternoon? Following soup/cornbread, we watched our grandson play basketball. We sat with our son and his wife for the game. I was so grateful for family.
It was a day full of grateful moments.
My word for Tuesday is kindness. I am anxious to see the results at the end of the day. Did you select a word for the day? If you did, would you please share with me? I think this is going to be an amazing journey!
My Monday word was gratitude. I kept it close all day. Here are some of my experiences with that lovely word.
Early in the day I was aware that I was enjoying the simplest things. It sounds absolutely crazy, but it is the truth. As I was doing laundry, I was grateful for a washer/dryer. When the clothes were dry, and I was folding, I was grateful for clean clothes. Don't laugh!!
It got worse!:) As I was cleaning floors, I was grateful that I have a home. Yes, I was grateful for the vaccuum that allows me to keep our home clean. Which means I am grateful for floors. I have been in homes with dirt as the floor. Having an actual floor is a blessing. That old vaccuum cleaner is a marvel.
Since I have to take a couple of medications, I was grateful for them this morning. They keep me well. While I wish they weren't so expensive, I am grateful that they exist.
Later in the morning I met with my Monday book study group. We have wonderful discussions. As I looked at each of the people in the group, I was grateful for their intellect, their acceptance, their humor. We have the gift of assembly in our country. We can meet and discuss anything without fear. Isn't that a wonderful freedom?
I had lunch with a friend. I am grateful for her in my life. She brings a new dimension to my life experience. And while we were chatting over quiche, a former pastor walked into the room. It was such joy to spend a few minutes in conversation with him. I was so grateful for the opportunity to reconnect with him for that few minutes.
When I arrived home mid-afternoon, my husband had soup and cornbread ready. Who wouldn't be grateful for such a treat on a cold afternoon? Following soup/cornbread, we watched our grandson play basketball. We sat with our son and his wife for the game. I was so grateful for family.
It was a day full of grateful moments.
My word for Tuesday is kindness. I am anxious to see the results at the end of the day. Did you select a word for the day? If you did, would you please share with me? I think this is going to be an amazing journey!
Sunday, December 8, 2013
A Word A Day Until Christmas
A Word A Day Until Christmas--
During this season of the year when so much is happening in our lives, it seemed a good idea to me to concentrate on a particular word each day from now until Christmas Day. The word for tomorrow is gratitude.
To own this word, I will be mindful of all that happens in my life tomorrow. I will make an effort to see people and events with new eyes. I will shove any negative thoughts away and concentrate on how grateful I am for life itself. I will notice the way my life unfolds tomorrow. My guess is it will look like most days, but it is possible that I forget to notice all those small things that make my life easy.
At the end of the day, I will record what I learned. Then I will share that with you. And tell you the word for the next day.
Join me, won't you?
During this season of the year when so much is happening in our lives, it seemed a good idea to me to concentrate on a particular word each day from now until Christmas Day. The word for tomorrow is gratitude.
To own this word, I will be mindful of all that happens in my life tomorrow. I will make an effort to see people and events with new eyes. I will shove any negative thoughts away and concentrate on how grateful I am for life itself. I will notice the way my life unfolds tomorrow. My guess is it will look like most days, but it is possible that I forget to notice all those small things that make my life easy.
At the end of the day, I will record what I learned. Then I will share that with you. And tell you the word for the next day.
Join me, won't you?
How Dangerous Is Your Neighborhood?
How Dangerous Is Your Neighborhood?
I have discovered one of the most dangerous neighborhoods, and it is very close by. In fact, it is within me. It is in my own head.
How can my head be a dangerous neighborhood? Let's think about that together.
The thoughts that swirl around in my head come from all directions. Often they come quickly with value judgements attached. While that might seem harmless, I find it can be quite the opposite. If we are our thoughts, then I need to work on what I allow to fill my mind. How about you?
It is possible that I dwell on things that don't help me. In fact, those things that I often dwell upon have the potential to be quite harmful. Let's say someone caused me a bit of pain. Yes, I have choice in how I will deal with this experience. And let's say that I really make an effort to push it to the back of my mind. That is all well and good, but often those things resurface. And then I think about them again. Why? The event is over. There is no reason to think about it at all. Allowing myself to relive the experience means I give up part of the good that I could be living.
And then there are those self-limiting thoughts. If I allowed those types of thoughts to infiltrate my mind, I wouldn't be sitting here early in the morning writing this blog. I would be telling myself that I have nothing to say that would interest or help another human. Besides, anytime I write something, I have no control over how my words hit another's eyes and mind. A bit frightening. But only if I allow it to be. Self-limiting thoughts keep us firmly planted to the spot we occupy when we have the ability to reach for those beautiful stars!
There are times when I beat myself up figuratively over something I have said or not said. Open mouth--insert foot. Sometimes the thoughts come tumbling out as if there is no filter at all for them to flow through. There is a way to avoid this situation. Take a little time to think before opening the mouth. Breathe and slow down. Take a moment to think how those words will sound once they hit the air. The next part of that lesson is to ask for forgiveness. Anyone else ever in this place?
Comparing myself to another person is very dangerous because I usually come out on the short end of the stick! Sometimes, from my vantage point, it looks like everyone else has it all together, and I don't. This can be so self-defeating. Young girls often suffer from this. Women do, also. Another's body is just perfect. Mine is not. Another's house is beautiful and big and new. Mine is small and old. Another's talents and skills are absolutely amazing. Mine are ordinary. There is no end to the list, is there? What a terrible place to find ourselves. Each of us must learn to celebrate our own self. Easy to say--difficut to do.
This one is really dangerous. When we presume another's intentions, we almost always get it wrong. How easy to believe we understand why something happened or something was said. We know what they meant, and we are so offended or hurt. When we presume what another person meant, we put our thoughts and beliefs inside their head. Now, is that a good and right thing to do? Do we like it when another person makes the same presumptions about what we think? I think not. Maybe the thing to do would be to have a conversation and make sure we understand.
Well, I am stuck in my neighborhood. I wear it on my shoulders. Can't get rid of it. But, I can give some thought to how I live. I can make new decisions about the way I think about myself and others. I can realize that others are probably experiencing some of the exact came emotions that I experience. Neighborhoods often have spring cleaning days. Old items that are no longer useful are thrown away to make way for the new and improved. Hummmmm...
The new year is just around the corner. Will you join me in a bit of housekeeping? I am thinking I will select one of the items I wrote about and see how I can turn it into something positive. Baby steps. Slow and steady. Maybe by this time next year we will have journeyed together into a new and better neighborhood!
I have discovered one of the most dangerous neighborhoods, and it is very close by. In fact, it is within me. It is in my own head.
How can my head be a dangerous neighborhood? Let's think about that together.
The thoughts that swirl around in my head come from all directions. Often they come quickly with value judgements attached. While that might seem harmless, I find it can be quite the opposite. If we are our thoughts, then I need to work on what I allow to fill my mind. How about you?
It is possible that I dwell on things that don't help me. In fact, those things that I often dwell upon have the potential to be quite harmful. Let's say someone caused me a bit of pain. Yes, I have choice in how I will deal with this experience. And let's say that I really make an effort to push it to the back of my mind. That is all well and good, but often those things resurface. And then I think about them again. Why? The event is over. There is no reason to think about it at all. Allowing myself to relive the experience means I give up part of the good that I could be living.
And then there are those self-limiting thoughts. If I allowed those types of thoughts to infiltrate my mind, I wouldn't be sitting here early in the morning writing this blog. I would be telling myself that I have nothing to say that would interest or help another human. Besides, anytime I write something, I have no control over how my words hit another's eyes and mind. A bit frightening. But only if I allow it to be. Self-limiting thoughts keep us firmly planted to the spot we occupy when we have the ability to reach for those beautiful stars!
There are times when I beat myself up figuratively over something I have said or not said. Open mouth--insert foot. Sometimes the thoughts come tumbling out as if there is no filter at all for them to flow through. There is a way to avoid this situation. Take a little time to think before opening the mouth. Breathe and slow down. Take a moment to think how those words will sound once they hit the air. The next part of that lesson is to ask for forgiveness. Anyone else ever in this place?
Comparing myself to another person is very dangerous because I usually come out on the short end of the stick! Sometimes, from my vantage point, it looks like everyone else has it all together, and I don't. This can be so self-defeating. Young girls often suffer from this. Women do, also. Another's body is just perfect. Mine is not. Another's house is beautiful and big and new. Mine is small and old. Another's talents and skills are absolutely amazing. Mine are ordinary. There is no end to the list, is there? What a terrible place to find ourselves. Each of us must learn to celebrate our own self. Easy to say--difficut to do.
This one is really dangerous. When we presume another's intentions, we almost always get it wrong. How easy to believe we understand why something happened or something was said. We know what they meant, and we are so offended or hurt. When we presume what another person meant, we put our thoughts and beliefs inside their head. Now, is that a good and right thing to do? Do we like it when another person makes the same presumptions about what we think? I think not. Maybe the thing to do would be to have a conversation and make sure we understand.
Well, I am stuck in my neighborhood. I wear it on my shoulders. Can't get rid of it. But, I can give some thought to how I live. I can make new decisions about the way I think about myself and others. I can realize that others are probably experiencing some of the exact came emotions that I experience. Neighborhoods often have spring cleaning days. Old items that are no longer useful are thrown away to make way for the new and improved. Hummmmm...
The new year is just around the corner. Will you join me in a bit of housekeeping? I am thinking I will select one of the items I wrote about and see how I can turn it into something positive. Baby steps. Slow and steady. Maybe by this time next year we will have journeyed together into a new and better neighborhood!
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Holiday Thoughts
Holiday Thoughts--
The trees are up and decorated. Holiday decorations are setting around the house. A few gifts are purchased. Tiny white lights circle the green garland that graces our front door. Yes, the house is ready for Christmas.
I am ready, too. I am ready to make someone happy. Ready to share life. Ready to meet friends I haven't seen in awhile for coffee. We will enjoy sharing our lives, hopes and dreams. Ready to search for the perfect gift for my special people. Ready to sit in my house and be still. And did I mention ready to listen to beautiful Christmas music? Music touches my soul. I like it all. Music sung by our church choir, music performed by orchestras, music sung by my favorite artists. And then there's my birthday which is just before Christmas Day. It's great the way the world decorates for my birthday!
Holiday food is the absolute best. Cookies, cookies, cookies! What a treat for children to cut gingerbread men from dough. And what fun to decorate them. I remember my grandmother's peanut brittle. She only made it during the holidays. Sweet memories.
Because the weather is cold where I live during winter, hot chocolate is an everyday occurance. So is hot apple cider. When cider is heating on the stove, it sends its sweet aroma all through the house. Oh, how delicious it is. A true holiday treat. It seems everyone is in the mood for the sights, sounds and smells of Christmas.
People seem a little kinder. It is not unusual for strangers to open doors for shoppers whose arms are piled high with treasure. And even though clerks are tired, they continue to wish everyone a good day. I have yet to meet a grumpy clerk. I try to remember to thank them for being so helpful to me. Everyone needs to be thanked, don't they? Especially at this time of year.
I think we see one another through different eyes during the holiday season. Hopefully, old grudges are forgotten if only for the season. A thankful attitude takes front and center as we celebrate with those we love. Yes, there are those we love who are no longer with us. The loss of special people is especially hurtful during the Christmas season. Hopefully there are friends and family who will help us navigate these difficult times. No one can remove the saddness, but people who love us can walk this walk with us.
Each day I ask God to make me aware of how precious life is. I ask to be reminded to be thankful, grateful, and kind. I ask for an extra dose of understanding. I ask to have eyes to see those ways I can help another. I ask to be sensitive to others. And I thank God for those people who come into my life to help me navigate my journey. They are my Christmas gifts.
Christmas is here. It won't be perfect. But it will be special. We will love a little more on one another and say it was good.
The trees are up and decorated. Holiday decorations are setting around the house. A few gifts are purchased. Tiny white lights circle the green garland that graces our front door. Yes, the house is ready for Christmas.
I am ready, too. I am ready to make someone happy. Ready to share life. Ready to meet friends I haven't seen in awhile for coffee. We will enjoy sharing our lives, hopes and dreams. Ready to search for the perfect gift for my special people. Ready to sit in my house and be still. And did I mention ready to listen to beautiful Christmas music? Music touches my soul. I like it all. Music sung by our church choir, music performed by orchestras, music sung by my favorite artists. And then there's my birthday which is just before Christmas Day. It's great the way the world decorates for my birthday!
Holiday food is the absolute best. Cookies, cookies, cookies! What a treat for children to cut gingerbread men from dough. And what fun to decorate them. I remember my grandmother's peanut brittle. She only made it during the holidays. Sweet memories.
Because the weather is cold where I live during winter, hot chocolate is an everyday occurance. So is hot apple cider. When cider is heating on the stove, it sends its sweet aroma all through the house. Oh, how delicious it is. A true holiday treat. It seems everyone is in the mood for the sights, sounds and smells of Christmas.
People seem a little kinder. It is not unusual for strangers to open doors for shoppers whose arms are piled high with treasure. And even though clerks are tired, they continue to wish everyone a good day. I have yet to meet a grumpy clerk. I try to remember to thank them for being so helpful to me. Everyone needs to be thanked, don't they? Especially at this time of year.
I think we see one another through different eyes during the holiday season. Hopefully, old grudges are forgotten if only for the season. A thankful attitude takes front and center as we celebrate with those we love. Yes, there are those we love who are no longer with us. The loss of special people is especially hurtful during the Christmas season. Hopefully there are friends and family who will help us navigate these difficult times. No one can remove the saddness, but people who love us can walk this walk with us.
Each day I ask God to make me aware of how precious life is. I ask to be reminded to be thankful, grateful, and kind. I ask for an extra dose of understanding. I ask to have eyes to see those ways I can help another. I ask to be sensitive to others. And I thank God for those people who come into my life to help me navigate my journey. They are my Christmas gifts.
Christmas is here. It won't be perfect. But it will be special. We will love a little more on one another and say it was good.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Christmas Moments
Christmas Moments--
I am taking a few minutes for myself before some of my friends come over. It has been a busy weekend for everyone. It will be good to sit and chill with a glass of wine or cup of cider and reflect on the meaning of this season.
Yes, it is too commercial. Yes, people run themselves ragged to prepare for what was intended as a simple celebration. And yes, people will remark about how wonderful it all was.
In the rush it is so easy to think we have to be something different from what we are all the other days of the year. We feel pressured from all fronts. Put up the tree, make sure the baking is done, the gifts purchased, attend the school programs, be mindful of the budget. Not one thing on that list is bad. Trees give our homes such a glow. Cookies smell so good, and children love to decorate them. Finding the right gift for that special someone is a joy. School programs are just simply fun. Especially the one student who waves and turns around multiple times during the performance or sits down. The budget? Who remembers that!
While we all enjoy the multitude of activities during the Christmas season, it is also meaningful to sit for a moment and reflect on the season. It really isn't about a baby in a manger. It is about the life he lived. The example he set for all of us. It is about finding the time to help others. It is all about making sure no one is hungry. It is about showing love--not the kind we see when some lucky woman opens a small box and discovers a beautiful gift. (That never is a bad thing!) No, it is about the love that sees the need. It is about the love that refuses to accept that injustice is ever ok.
And now I am going to sit quietly. Soon my friends will arrive. I can hardly wait!
I am taking a few minutes for myself before some of my friends come over. It has been a busy weekend for everyone. It will be good to sit and chill with a glass of wine or cup of cider and reflect on the meaning of this season.
Yes, it is too commercial. Yes, people run themselves ragged to prepare for what was intended as a simple celebration. And yes, people will remark about how wonderful it all was.
In the rush it is so easy to think we have to be something different from what we are all the other days of the year. We feel pressured from all fronts. Put up the tree, make sure the baking is done, the gifts purchased, attend the school programs, be mindful of the budget. Not one thing on that list is bad. Trees give our homes such a glow. Cookies smell so good, and children love to decorate them. Finding the right gift for that special someone is a joy. School programs are just simply fun. Especially the one student who waves and turns around multiple times during the performance or sits down. The budget? Who remembers that!
While we all enjoy the multitude of activities during the Christmas season, it is also meaningful to sit for a moment and reflect on the season. It really isn't about a baby in a manger. It is about the life he lived. The example he set for all of us. It is about finding the time to help others. It is all about making sure no one is hungry. It is about showing love--not the kind we see when some lucky woman opens a small box and discovers a beautiful gift. (That never is a bad thing!) No, it is about the love that sees the need. It is about the love that refuses to accept that injustice is ever ok.
And now I am going to sit quietly. Soon my friends will arrive. I can hardly wait!
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Stores Open on Thanksgiving--Good or Bad?
Stores Open on Thanksgiving--Good or Bad?
Some people are upset. Traditionally, this day has been the day for families and friends to gather and enjoy a home cooked meal. It has been a time to watch football. It has been a time to take a walk to ward off the groggy feeling that arrives around 3 PM. It has been that one time of the year when we visit with those we love but see occasionally. It has been celebrated as a family day.
It still is. So why are some folks upset?
Some businesses made the decision to open on Thanksgiving Day. In addition, they decided to run sales on the merchandise most wanted by shoppers. Saving money is at the top of everyone's list during the biggest shopping season of the year as is getting what they want at a fair price. It looked like a win/win. Besides, people who work have limited time to shop for those on their list. How could this be a bad thing?
When we travel over holidays, we appreciate gas stations and fast food businesses that remain open. It is comforting to know that hotels and motels are ready to greet travelers. Some resorts advertise holiday weekend specials which include lodging and a Thanksgiving meal. Theaters are often open to give people the opportunity to relax and be entertained. The point is many businesses have remained open for years on holidays. They know travelers have needs, and they are in the business of providing those needs. Travelers or those on holiday appreciate trains, planes, and busses that take them from point A to point B.
When we use any of those services, we are spending money. I think it is all in the psychology of the thing that we get lost. When things stay the same in our lives, there is comfort. When things change or when something we disagree with comes on the scene, we are quick to criticize. We attempt to place our beliefs on others. That never works well. It is ok to engage in capitalism to get where we want to be or to take that long awaited vacation. We tend to forget that others have to work to make our decisions possible.
It is Thanksgiving Day. I am sitting in my warm family room watching the parade on tv. Others are working--actually advertising with those huge balloons--to make my day at home a fun experience. In a bit I will begin preparation for tomorrow's meal when our family joins us. I am hoping I have all the ingredients needed for those dishes. And I will be grateful if one grocery store is open today should I need something for tomorrow's feast.
Rather than criticize others for the decisions they make, I will exercise choice. It is my personal choice whether I shop on this day, or whether I do not. No one is forcing me to get dressed and drive to any store. No one is forcing me to stay home. If others make the decision to take care of business on this day, what is that to me? While I believe that we have lost something very precious in this world, we have gained much, also. So, I will stay home today. Not to make a statement, but to enjoy the company of my husband and to prepare for my family tomorrow.
Some people are upset. Traditionally, this day has been the day for families and friends to gather and enjoy a home cooked meal. It has been a time to watch football. It has been a time to take a walk to ward off the groggy feeling that arrives around 3 PM. It has been that one time of the year when we visit with those we love but see occasionally. It has been celebrated as a family day.
It still is. So why are some folks upset?
Some businesses made the decision to open on Thanksgiving Day. In addition, they decided to run sales on the merchandise most wanted by shoppers. Saving money is at the top of everyone's list during the biggest shopping season of the year as is getting what they want at a fair price. It looked like a win/win. Besides, people who work have limited time to shop for those on their list. How could this be a bad thing?
When we travel over holidays, we appreciate gas stations and fast food businesses that remain open. It is comforting to know that hotels and motels are ready to greet travelers. Some resorts advertise holiday weekend specials which include lodging and a Thanksgiving meal. Theaters are often open to give people the opportunity to relax and be entertained. The point is many businesses have remained open for years on holidays. They know travelers have needs, and they are in the business of providing those needs. Travelers or those on holiday appreciate trains, planes, and busses that take them from point A to point B.
When we use any of those services, we are spending money. I think it is all in the psychology of the thing that we get lost. When things stay the same in our lives, there is comfort. When things change or when something we disagree with comes on the scene, we are quick to criticize. We attempt to place our beliefs on others. That never works well. It is ok to engage in capitalism to get where we want to be or to take that long awaited vacation. We tend to forget that others have to work to make our decisions possible.
It is Thanksgiving Day. I am sitting in my warm family room watching the parade on tv. Others are working--actually advertising with those huge balloons--to make my day at home a fun experience. In a bit I will begin preparation for tomorrow's meal when our family joins us. I am hoping I have all the ingredients needed for those dishes. And I will be grateful if one grocery store is open today should I need something for tomorrow's feast.
Rather than criticize others for the decisions they make, I will exercise choice. It is my personal choice whether I shop on this day, or whether I do not. No one is forcing me to get dressed and drive to any store. No one is forcing me to stay home. If others make the decision to take care of business on this day, what is that to me? While I believe that we have lost something very precious in this world, we have gained much, also. So, I will stay home today. Not to make a statement, but to enjoy the company of my husband and to prepare for my family tomorrow.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Being Cold, Being Hungry, Being Me
Being Cold, Being Hungry, Being Me--
It is very cold outside.
My usual response to the cold would be that it is that time of year, and we all should expect it. Or I might respond with something a little less gentle. This is November in the Midwest. It is like this every year!
We forget. In the blush of spring and the heat of summer, we romp and play. We turn on air conditioners and fans. Coats and scarves are moved to the back of our minds and closets. And while they are in the back corner of our closets, they are plotting against us. They know that soon we will be reaching for them. They know that their time of rest is almost over. Maybe as they wait, they anticipate the rush of cold they will soon experience. They will do the job they were designed to do, and we will all stay warm against the blasts of cold. They know that even though we ignore them for a period of time, they will be needed. So they wait. Maybe with a smug look on their faces--if they have faces.
Ok. It is cold, and we are warm. But, others aren't so lucky. Maybe we have the attitude that it isn't about luck. Maybe our beliefs are that we planned well. We worked at a job that provided us with more than enough funds to have warm coats and homes. We deserve to be warm in winter and cool in summer. We earned what we have. Absolutely. I agree that many of us did work hard for many years. We paid our dues. We followed the rules. However, a nagging thought that returns to me is why did my life turn out well, and other lives didn't. Is it a result of my upbringing that taught I must work for what I desire? Is it due to the fact that I borrowed money to go to college so that I could have a career and provide for myself? Is it possible that I have been given opportunities while others haven't? Or did I make those opportunities happen? Did I know the right person who recognized talent or promise in me? Did that person pave my way?
My truth is none of us walk this walk totally independent of others. We all need help. Most of us received employment because of someone we knew or from a recommendation of someone we knew. We relied on the kindness and trust of others to help us secure that job we so desired. That first job became the springboard for the next move up. That move up came after we proved ourselves to be ready for the next step. It is the way it works.
If this truly is the way the world works, then what about all those who have no one to see their worth? How do we explain away their lack of success? How do we justify being warm and full while others are cold and hungry? I do understand what you are thinking. But, what if they never had a chance at a better life? What separates people? More important, what can we do to change this?
I am thankful for organizations that see human need and set about to help. I am thankful for churches that assist food pantries so that no one will be hungry. I am thankful for the people who see their calling to be making sure everyone has enough. What does enough look like? I know what more than enough looks like.
Since we all need one another, it seems so appropriate that we reach out to others and offer coats and food and shelter. Some find themselves needing assistance due to our economy. Jobs were lost and not found. How humbling to need help with the basics of life. I don't think it matters why. If someone needs a coat, there should be one available. If someone needs food, food should be there for them. Judging others and their situations is an ugly way to live. Would we want someone to make a decision about our need based on their personal beliefs?
Once I started writing, this took on its own life. It went in a direction I had not planned. Perhaps that is a good thing. Perhaps I needed to be reminded that many are not warm. Many are hungry. Many are worried about where the next meal will be found. Many wish for a better life but don't know how to make that happen. To be honest with you, sometimes I worry that I am not being the person I should be. If I truly am the keeper of others, what am I doing to help? It is a difficult question. It seems so easy, but in reality it is not easy at all. I fear I insulate myself from seeing the distress of others. Wish I had not started this!
You know how a rock thrown into a pool of water make ripples? Helping others is like that. We help, and we feel warm. We want that feeling again so we help again. And each time we reach beyond our front doors and into the big world, we make that ripple a little wider. Each time we offer ourselves, that ripple extends beyond our knowing. Maybe we inspired another person to cast a rock into the pool of water. I think it is in the goodness and kindness of people that change occurs. You and I going about doing the good we can do makes this world so much better for so many--including ourselves.
Ok--I am done with this. But not really.
It is very cold outside.
My usual response to the cold would be that it is that time of year, and we all should expect it. Or I might respond with something a little less gentle. This is November in the Midwest. It is like this every year!
We forget. In the blush of spring and the heat of summer, we romp and play. We turn on air conditioners and fans. Coats and scarves are moved to the back of our minds and closets. And while they are in the back corner of our closets, they are plotting against us. They know that soon we will be reaching for them. They know that their time of rest is almost over. Maybe as they wait, they anticipate the rush of cold they will soon experience. They will do the job they were designed to do, and we will all stay warm against the blasts of cold. They know that even though we ignore them for a period of time, they will be needed. So they wait. Maybe with a smug look on their faces--if they have faces.
Ok. It is cold, and we are warm. But, others aren't so lucky. Maybe we have the attitude that it isn't about luck. Maybe our beliefs are that we planned well. We worked at a job that provided us with more than enough funds to have warm coats and homes. We deserve to be warm in winter and cool in summer. We earned what we have. Absolutely. I agree that many of us did work hard for many years. We paid our dues. We followed the rules. However, a nagging thought that returns to me is why did my life turn out well, and other lives didn't. Is it a result of my upbringing that taught I must work for what I desire? Is it due to the fact that I borrowed money to go to college so that I could have a career and provide for myself? Is it possible that I have been given opportunities while others haven't? Or did I make those opportunities happen? Did I know the right person who recognized talent or promise in me? Did that person pave my way?
My truth is none of us walk this walk totally independent of others. We all need help. Most of us received employment because of someone we knew or from a recommendation of someone we knew. We relied on the kindness and trust of others to help us secure that job we so desired. That first job became the springboard for the next move up. That move up came after we proved ourselves to be ready for the next step. It is the way it works.
If this truly is the way the world works, then what about all those who have no one to see their worth? How do we explain away their lack of success? How do we justify being warm and full while others are cold and hungry? I do understand what you are thinking. But, what if they never had a chance at a better life? What separates people? More important, what can we do to change this?
I am thankful for organizations that see human need and set about to help. I am thankful for churches that assist food pantries so that no one will be hungry. I am thankful for the people who see their calling to be making sure everyone has enough. What does enough look like? I know what more than enough looks like.
Since we all need one another, it seems so appropriate that we reach out to others and offer coats and food and shelter. Some find themselves needing assistance due to our economy. Jobs were lost and not found. How humbling to need help with the basics of life. I don't think it matters why. If someone needs a coat, there should be one available. If someone needs food, food should be there for them. Judging others and their situations is an ugly way to live. Would we want someone to make a decision about our need based on their personal beliefs?
Once I started writing, this took on its own life. It went in a direction I had not planned. Perhaps that is a good thing. Perhaps I needed to be reminded that many are not warm. Many are hungry. Many are worried about where the next meal will be found. Many wish for a better life but don't know how to make that happen. To be honest with you, sometimes I worry that I am not being the person I should be. If I truly am the keeper of others, what am I doing to help? It is a difficult question. It seems so easy, but in reality it is not easy at all. I fear I insulate myself from seeing the distress of others. Wish I had not started this!
You know how a rock thrown into a pool of water make ripples? Helping others is like that. We help, and we feel warm. We want that feeling again so we help again. And each time we reach beyond our front doors and into the big world, we make that ripple a little wider. Each time we offer ourselves, that ripple extends beyond our knowing. Maybe we inspired another person to cast a rock into the pool of water. I think it is in the goodness and kindness of people that change occurs. You and I going about doing the good we can do makes this world so much better for so many--including ourselves.
Ok--I am done with this. But not really.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
The Beauty of People
The Beauty of People--
Sometimes it takes a tragedy to remind us of the beauty of those who walk their walk beside our own.
We live in routines. There is a time to get up, a time to be at work or school, and time to eat, a time to go home from daily activities, a time to rest and refresh, a time to go to bed. When morning arrives, we do the same things. Routines are comforting. We know what to expect. We recognize there will be occasional bumps in our routines, but we expect nothing significant.
Then the unexpected happens. The horrid unexpected. Our routine is off. Our lives are off. Our homes are off. Nothing looks or feels the same. We stand and stare at what was while wondering what will be. It takes time to assimilate all the change. Too much in such a short amount of time. Where to go? What to do? How to make sense of all of this?
And then the beauty of people begins to pour into lives. People stop their daily routines to offer help. People take time off from work to comfort. People write checks that will be used for food, clothes, lodging. People offer to pick up debris. People comfort. People call friends and organize ways to meet the most basic needs. People open homes, churches, businesses. And the beauty of it all is overwhelming.
When storms rage into our lives, we are forced to think outside that routine that we love so much. We struggle with no routine or trying to establish something that reminds us of our routine. We know we are different from the inside out. We know that from this moment forward, we will see life through a new lens.
Those lovely souls who show up to support and help teach us once again about the beauty of people. For the most part, people are so good. They reach out to help others because they sincerely care. They feel sorrow for the losses of those in pain. They desire to help pave a new way.
Yes, people are beautiful.
Sure, it is certainly possible to list all the ways that people are not supportive or helpful. But, why? Why spend time thinking about those who have not learned to love others. Let us spend our time loving those who see the need and go towards it.
I will say it again--people are truly beautiful.
Sometimes it takes a tragedy to remind us of the beauty of those who walk their walk beside our own.
We live in routines. There is a time to get up, a time to be at work or school, and time to eat, a time to go home from daily activities, a time to rest and refresh, a time to go to bed. When morning arrives, we do the same things. Routines are comforting. We know what to expect. We recognize there will be occasional bumps in our routines, but we expect nothing significant.
Then the unexpected happens. The horrid unexpected. Our routine is off. Our lives are off. Our homes are off. Nothing looks or feels the same. We stand and stare at what was while wondering what will be. It takes time to assimilate all the change. Too much in such a short amount of time. Where to go? What to do? How to make sense of all of this?
And then the beauty of people begins to pour into lives. People stop their daily routines to offer help. People take time off from work to comfort. People write checks that will be used for food, clothes, lodging. People offer to pick up debris. People comfort. People call friends and organize ways to meet the most basic needs. People open homes, churches, businesses. And the beauty of it all is overwhelming.
When storms rage into our lives, we are forced to think outside that routine that we love so much. We struggle with no routine or trying to establish something that reminds us of our routine. We know we are different from the inside out. We know that from this moment forward, we will see life through a new lens.
Those lovely souls who show up to support and help teach us once again about the beauty of people. For the most part, people are so good. They reach out to help others because they sincerely care. They feel sorrow for the losses of those in pain. They desire to help pave a new way.
Yes, people are beautiful.
Sure, it is certainly possible to list all the ways that people are not supportive or helpful. But, why? Why spend time thinking about those who have not learned to love others. Let us spend our time loving those who see the need and go towards it.
I will say it again--people are truly beautiful.
Monday, November 18, 2013
The Storm
The Storm--
It was around noon when the rain began. That was quickly followed by strong winds and hail. Lightening flashed. Trees swayed and bent against the wind. Large limbs crashed to the ground. The power went out. On days like this we are very grateful for a basement.
The local TV station reported tornado touchdowns in towns very close to us. Pictures of damaged neighborhoods were posted for all to see. It was devastating. Truly, the pictures looked like a war zone. And that is exactly what it was. Nature attacked. People had no way to defend. Survival became the only thought as people tried to get to safety.
I grew up in the South. Tornados took the homes of many neighbors. In fact, where we lived was called tornado alley. People built storm shelters and huddled inside them until it was safe to be outside. The storm shelters were actually rather scary. Damp and dark with bugs and spiders. But, that was much safer than trying to ride the storm in our house. There were no cell phones. Nothing to help us. Many of our neighbors lost everything to those storms. Our worst damage was a barn that collapsed with a horse inside.
The storms of my youth were certainly horrible. The storms in my adult life seem so much more vicious, and they arrive with greater regularity. Who would have thought a storm like this in November in the Midwest? I suppose there have been some. I just don't remember any of this magnitude.
One moment everything is normal in life. Kids are playing, lunch is ready to be consumed, football is on tv. Families are doing what families do. Maybe the washer is churning away. Plans are made for the day. And then almost without warning, life is split wide open. People gather children and head to the basement. They huddle together trying to protect one another from the assault of wind, rain and hail. It seems like an eternity yet it is over in a few minutes. From this moment on children will fear dark clouds, rain and wind.
There is rejoicing that everyone survived this attack. Yet amid the rejoicing, there is shock and saddness. Things are different. The house that provided shelter could not withstand the strength of nature. It did its best. It stood strong and tall as long as it could. If it could communicate, I think it would express its saddness and despair that it was unable to offer protection and shelter.
And now pieces of life are collected and placed in baskets, boxes and bags. Tears flow as memories flood the soul. Let those of us who have undamaged homes listen carefully for ways to help those who suffer this day. It is at times like these that people experience what it truly means to be human. People rush to offer anything they have to aid those in distress. People are truly good at heart. We reach out to those we do not know because we "know" deep within ourselves that we are all in this together. Another's suffering is my suffering. Another's joy is my joy. We cannot separate ourselves from others.
A clear blue sky greeted me this morning. As I scanned the heavens, yesterday's news flooded my heart. How can the world move so quicky from despair to beauty in a few hours? I don't understand. But, I do understand that out there amid that destruction is someone I can personally help. I wait with anticipation for that person to become visible. And maybe that is the lesson to be learned or relearned. We are our brother and sister's keepers. We may not be in relationship with them. We may not know their names. We may not live next door. But, what does any of that matter? Honestly, it doesn't. What matters in this life is people. At this moment in our lives we have the golden opportunity to reach out beyond ourselves and comfort another fellow traveler on this planet. I know we will all do exactly what is right for each of us to do.
I will go about my daily routine. But, there is a difference within me today. Once again I have been taught that life is fragile. That things change. Yet, love and kindness remain. Shared hugs and tears bind people together. People who "show up" offer us the strength to move forward. We do what we can. We love.
If you are reading this, my prayer is that you are safe. I am grateful for you even though I don't know who you are. May you experience a day of gratitude this day. And may you reach beyond yourself in ways you have never done before. That is my prayer for me as well.
It was around noon when the rain began. That was quickly followed by strong winds and hail. Lightening flashed. Trees swayed and bent against the wind. Large limbs crashed to the ground. The power went out. On days like this we are very grateful for a basement.
The local TV station reported tornado touchdowns in towns very close to us. Pictures of damaged neighborhoods were posted for all to see. It was devastating. Truly, the pictures looked like a war zone. And that is exactly what it was. Nature attacked. People had no way to defend. Survival became the only thought as people tried to get to safety.
I grew up in the South. Tornados took the homes of many neighbors. In fact, where we lived was called tornado alley. People built storm shelters and huddled inside them until it was safe to be outside. The storm shelters were actually rather scary. Damp and dark with bugs and spiders. But, that was much safer than trying to ride the storm in our house. There were no cell phones. Nothing to help us. Many of our neighbors lost everything to those storms. Our worst damage was a barn that collapsed with a horse inside.
The storms of my youth were certainly horrible. The storms in my adult life seem so much more vicious, and they arrive with greater regularity. Who would have thought a storm like this in November in the Midwest? I suppose there have been some. I just don't remember any of this magnitude.
One moment everything is normal in life. Kids are playing, lunch is ready to be consumed, football is on tv. Families are doing what families do. Maybe the washer is churning away. Plans are made for the day. And then almost without warning, life is split wide open. People gather children and head to the basement. They huddle together trying to protect one another from the assault of wind, rain and hail. It seems like an eternity yet it is over in a few minutes. From this moment on children will fear dark clouds, rain and wind.
There is rejoicing that everyone survived this attack. Yet amid the rejoicing, there is shock and saddness. Things are different. The house that provided shelter could not withstand the strength of nature. It did its best. It stood strong and tall as long as it could. If it could communicate, I think it would express its saddness and despair that it was unable to offer protection and shelter.
And now pieces of life are collected and placed in baskets, boxes and bags. Tears flow as memories flood the soul. Let those of us who have undamaged homes listen carefully for ways to help those who suffer this day. It is at times like these that people experience what it truly means to be human. People rush to offer anything they have to aid those in distress. People are truly good at heart. We reach out to those we do not know because we "know" deep within ourselves that we are all in this together. Another's suffering is my suffering. Another's joy is my joy. We cannot separate ourselves from others.
A clear blue sky greeted me this morning. As I scanned the heavens, yesterday's news flooded my heart. How can the world move so quicky from despair to beauty in a few hours? I don't understand. But, I do understand that out there amid that destruction is someone I can personally help. I wait with anticipation for that person to become visible. And maybe that is the lesson to be learned or relearned. We are our brother and sister's keepers. We may not be in relationship with them. We may not know their names. We may not live next door. But, what does any of that matter? Honestly, it doesn't. What matters in this life is people. At this moment in our lives we have the golden opportunity to reach out beyond ourselves and comfort another fellow traveler on this planet. I know we will all do exactly what is right for each of us to do.
I will go about my daily routine. But, there is a difference within me today. Once again I have been taught that life is fragile. That things change. Yet, love and kindness remain. Shared hugs and tears bind people together. People who "show up" offer us the strength to move forward. We do what we can. We love.
If you are reading this, my prayer is that you are safe. I am grateful for you even though I don't know who you are. May you experience a day of gratitude this day. And may you reach beyond yourself in ways you have never done before. That is my prayer for me as well.
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Going in Circles
Going in Circles--
Setting on my desk is a round container designed to hold BB's. There are no BB's in that container.
Yesterday afternoon my grandson, Jack, brought a gift to me. He said it took him a long time to collect the inhabitants of that round container. He said he had to chase them. Once he caught them, he placed them in the container. And now three Lady Bugs are circling the inside of that container expecting to find a way out. It won't happen. The only way out is for me to open the lid and give them freedom.
There is nothing for them to do but circle. They can't fly. There is nothing to eat inside the cylinder. They simply have to go in unending circles. I waited until he was gone to set them free.
All of that made me think about life. Humans aren't confined in round cylinders with no way out. Yet, there are certainly times in life when we feel trapped. Just like the Lady Bugs, we go in circles ending right back at the beginning. It happens to everyone. At one time or another in our lives, we experience frustrations that seem to have no way around, through or out. We circle. Maybe there is comfort in circling.
How could there be comfort in circling, you ask? Well, it could be that as we circle, we think about our challenge. Thinking is a good way to assess exactly what is going on. Sometimes we cannot change anything. But there is something we can do. We can change our own attitude towards our challenges. We have the ability to understand that while nothing may change outwardly, inwardly we can see things through new eyes. It isn't easy, that's for sure.
It could be that while we are circling, we are buying time. During challenging times, taking time to think, pray, visit with others, listen, read offers us new ways to see our own situation. While the end result may remain the same, our understanding can change. It is possible that we might notice all the help and support others have so graciously given. Nothing touches us like a friend or family member who understands our hurts and reaches out with love to comfort us. Buying time means we haven't given up--rather we are taking a minute to breathe. Going in circles can be quite tiring on our bodies, our minds and spirits. When we take the time to "just be," we feel refreshed and ready to meet the next challenge.
Yes, I go in circles. Like the Lady Bugs, I hope someone will notice and open the container and let me fly free!
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Putting Fear Behind Me--
Putting Fear Behind Me--
It could have happened. Yes, it could. But, due to my procrastination, it will take longer than I anticipated. When I think about it, it makes me a little angry with myself.
It was within my grasp. All it would have taken was a little time and a few instructions. Instead of getting the help I needed, I simply watched the days go by. Now I will have to reboot my enthusiasm.
Yes, I could have had my second book ready for you before the holidays. That was my goal. Instead, I have pages and pages that are crying out to be pulled together. So, the question is why I let the time pass without completing this goal.
My only answer to this question is fear. Fear that you, the reader, will not find any pleasure in my writing. Fear that I have nothing of value to share. Fear that no one will want to purchase the new book. So many things to keep me from accomplishing this goal.
It is time to put fear in its place. Writing is so personal. When I put my thoughts out there for others to read, I am sharing parts of me. It is a bit scary as all control is lost once my part is finished. Once the words meet your eyes, mind and heart, I can only hope that you are encouraged, or your day is brightened. I can only hope that you are challenged by my experiences. If some of what you read adds joy to your life or makes you smile, then I have met my goal.
So, with that I will attempt to pull the pages together and get them off to the printer. If you are interested in a copy of the new one, please let me know!
It could have happened. Yes, it could. But, due to my procrastination, it will take longer than I anticipated. When I think about it, it makes me a little angry with myself.
It was within my grasp. All it would have taken was a little time and a few instructions. Instead of getting the help I needed, I simply watched the days go by. Now I will have to reboot my enthusiasm.
Yes, I could have had my second book ready for you before the holidays. That was my goal. Instead, I have pages and pages that are crying out to be pulled together. So, the question is why I let the time pass without completing this goal.
My only answer to this question is fear. Fear that you, the reader, will not find any pleasure in my writing. Fear that I have nothing of value to share. Fear that no one will want to purchase the new book. So many things to keep me from accomplishing this goal.
It is time to put fear in its place. Writing is so personal. When I put my thoughts out there for others to read, I am sharing parts of me. It is a bit scary as all control is lost once my part is finished. Once the words meet your eyes, mind and heart, I can only hope that you are encouraged, or your day is brightened. I can only hope that you are challenged by my experiences. If some of what you read adds joy to your life or makes you smile, then I have met my goal.
So, with that I will attempt to pull the pages together and get them off to the printer. If you are interested in a copy of the new one, please let me know!
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Who Would Have Thought Continued--
Who Would Have Thought Continued--
Now he tells me. Some dishwashing soap wrapped in paper actually does dissolve--paper and all.
Goes to show what I know!
Now he tells me. Some dishwashing soap wrapped in paper actually does dissolve--paper and all.
Goes to show what I know!
Who Would Have Thought..
Who Would Have Thought..
Thought you might enjoy how an intelligent woman lives....
My husband does the grocery shopping. He takes his time reading labels and comparing prices. He knows we save money if he does that task. And, he doesn't mind. That is amazing to me.
On a recent grocery run he purchased a new dishwasher soap. We have used the same brand of powder detergent for a long time. When I opened the cabinet door and saw a different product, I assumed he had studied the differences in the products and purchased the one he deemed better.
The new detergent was a capsule wrapped in paper. How clever, I thought. No detergent would be spilled when I filled the small compartment in the dishwasher door. After I finished loading the dishwasher, I took one of the capsules and placed it in the proper place, hit the wash button and closed the door. The quiet hum of the motor told me I would soon have super clean dishes.
My husband was the one who emptied the dishwasher. I was working on my computer when he walked into my office holding the dishwashing capsule. He was smiling. That smile told me I had done something goofy. Cannot bring myself to say "stupid." He said we would get lots of washes out of that one capsule. And then he said the paper covering had to be removed prior to putting it in the washer. He was laughing when he left the room. First, I heard scissors busy cutting paper. Then I heard the dishwasher door open. I heard a clunk as he placed the small square in the proper place. Finally, the door closed. The motor began to run. And this time soap was dispensed. I think the company who makes the small squares of soap should give that paper covering the ability to dissolve when hot water hits it!
Do you suppose the soap came with instructions? Everytime I load the dishwasher, I smile. And then I take the scissors and cut the paper.
This silly event is one piece of my story. It is not life changing or deep. It won't impact anyone's decisions. But, it is one item on a long list of funny events in my life. I am grateful for silly things that happen. They remove stress and cause laughter. Who doesn't need laughter? At our house we don't have to wait long for the next happening--usually at my expense.
Beware of new inventions, my friends!
Thought you might enjoy how an intelligent woman lives....
My husband does the grocery shopping. He takes his time reading labels and comparing prices. He knows we save money if he does that task. And, he doesn't mind. That is amazing to me.
On a recent grocery run he purchased a new dishwasher soap. We have used the same brand of powder detergent for a long time. When I opened the cabinet door and saw a different product, I assumed he had studied the differences in the products and purchased the one he deemed better.
The new detergent was a capsule wrapped in paper. How clever, I thought. No detergent would be spilled when I filled the small compartment in the dishwasher door. After I finished loading the dishwasher, I took one of the capsules and placed it in the proper place, hit the wash button and closed the door. The quiet hum of the motor told me I would soon have super clean dishes.
My husband was the one who emptied the dishwasher. I was working on my computer when he walked into my office holding the dishwashing capsule. He was smiling. That smile told me I had done something goofy. Cannot bring myself to say "stupid." He said we would get lots of washes out of that one capsule. And then he said the paper covering had to be removed prior to putting it in the washer. He was laughing when he left the room. First, I heard scissors busy cutting paper. Then I heard the dishwasher door open. I heard a clunk as he placed the small square in the proper place. Finally, the door closed. The motor began to run. And this time soap was dispensed. I think the company who makes the small squares of soap should give that paper covering the ability to dissolve when hot water hits it!
Do you suppose the soap came with instructions? Everytime I load the dishwasher, I smile. And then I take the scissors and cut the paper.
This silly event is one piece of my story. It is not life changing or deep. It won't impact anyone's decisions. But, it is one item on a long list of funny events in my life. I am grateful for silly things that happen. They remove stress and cause laughter. Who doesn't need laughter? At our house we don't have to wait long for the next happening--usually at my expense.
Beware of new inventions, my friends!
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Things That Bring Happiness--
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Things That Bring Happiness--
-Hot chocolate piled high with whipped cream
-Friends who make us laugh
-Family--especially those family members who laugh long and hard
-Grandma's cookies
-Being on a team
-Taking a walk on a snowy day
-Haircuts that are perfect
-Sharing a cup of coffee with a friend
-That one moment when the house is clean
-All the laundry done
-Reading a good book
-Knowing someone understands you
-A surprise
-A bouquet of flowers on a rainy day
-The smell of a puppy
-Love
-A baby's first smile
-Learning a new thing
-Paving the way to success for another
-A hug
-Finding the solution to a challenge
-Walking into an inviting, warm room
-Sharing a meal with special people
-Grandchildren
So many life experiences bring us happiness. It is a good thing to think about those things more. However, when life sends us those pesky challenges, we get lost in the negative. Who wouldn't?
One thing we can do when life hurts is to stop and breathe. Slowing ourselves down helps us see more clearly. Perhaps as we slow our lives down, we will be able to see what is good. Even in those darkest moments of our lives, good lives. Instead of concentrating all our energies on how things have gone wrong, maybe we can remember a good time we had with family or friends. Maybe we can be thankful for good moments before all the bad ones came crashing down around us.
Life is not easy. When we look at another person's life, we only see the facade they wish us to see. We don't see the daily struggles they encounter. We don't see the insecurities they live with everyday. We don't see the holes in their hearts that are so like our own. We only see the outside.
If another life looks easy from the outside, it could be that they have learned to accept that life is not fair. They understand that attitude plays an important role in how they experience life. Having a positive attitude in challenging circumstances does not mean laughing when the world is falling apart. No one appreciates a flip attitude when life hurts. But, others do appreciate sharing converation with another who has walked a similar walk. Everyone appreciates it when a fellow life traveler holds our hand as we struggle through our own difficult time. These people are gifts. They understand that bad times come to all, but good times will return. They help us see that happiness is out there waiting for us.
Happiness comes to those who seek her. She is always waiting to give huge bushels of herself to anyone who comes seeking. I welcome her into my life!
Things That Bring Happiness--
-Hot chocolate piled high with whipped cream
-Friends who make us laugh
-Family--especially those family members who laugh long and hard
-Grandma's cookies
-Being on a team
-Taking a walk on a snowy day
-Haircuts that are perfect
-Sharing a cup of coffee with a friend
-That one moment when the house is clean
-All the laundry done
-Reading a good book
-Knowing someone understands you
-A surprise
-A bouquet of flowers on a rainy day
-The smell of a puppy
-Love
-A baby's first smile
-Learning a new thing
-Paving the way to success for another
-A hug
-Finding the solution to a challenge
-Walking into an inviting, warm room
-Sharing a meal with special people
-Grandchildren
So many life experiences bring us happiness. It is a good thing to think about those things more. However, when life sends us those pesky challenges, we get lost in the negative. Who wouldn't?
One thing we can do when life hurts is to stop and breathe. Slowing ourselves down helps us see more clearly. Perhaps as we slow our lives down, we will be able to see what is good. Even in those darkest moments of our lives, good lives. Instead of concentrating all our energies on how things have gone wrong, maybe we can remember a good time we had with family or friends. Maybe we can be thankful for good moments before all the bad ones came crashing down around us.
Life is not easy. When we look at another person's life, we only see the facade they wish us to see. We don't see the daily struggles they encounter. We don't see the insecurities they live with everyday. We don't see the holes in their hearts that are so like our own. We only see the outside.
If another life looks easy from the outside, it could be that they have learned to accept that life is not fair. They understand that attitude plays an important role in how they experience life. Having a positive attitude in challenging circumstances does not mean laughing when the world is falling apart. No one appreciates a flip attitude when life hurts. But, others do appreciate sharing converation with another who has walked a similar walk. Everyone appreciates it when a fellow life traveler holds our hand as we struggle through our own difficult time. These people are gifts. They understand that bad times come to all, but good times will return. They help us see that happiness is out there waiting for us.
Happiness comes to those who seek her. She is always waiting to give huge bushels of herself to anyone who comes seeking. I welcome her into my life!
Saturday, November 2, 2013
A Colorful Fall Morning
A Colorful Fall Morning--
It is Saturday morning. The air is crisp. The trees are putting on a fashion show. Some are wearing bright yellow. Others chose orange. A few continue to wear greens--all shades. Well, green is a good fall color, too. There are a few browns scattered here and there. One decided a light purple was the best color for her. The tall grasses have turned a light tan which adds such a soft accent to all the brighter colors. They are certainly showing off their best colors today.
Since the outside is so astoundingly beautiful, I decided it was time to add bits of color here and there inside the house. The easiest way to do that is to visit the outside with a pair of scissors in hand and cut a few choice limbs from the tree. Bringing the outside in is easy for me since I am surrounded by nature. The leaves won't last long, but until they are finished, they will add natural beauty to the house.
Eye candy is everywhere. Driving along a city street this week, the vivid colors were screaming at me to stop and look. It was actually distracting. Enormous trees clothed completely in reds, yellows, oranges, greens and mixtures of those colors were everywhere. How proud of themselves they must be. To be sure they are aware of all the humans who gaze on them in total wonder. It is their time to shine. And they are certainly shining.
Soon they will drop all those colorful leaves. The ground will be carpeted in their offering. People will gather wheel barrows, rakes, bags and begin the task of removing them. Piles and piles will call children to jump and play. Parents will take pictures as a remembrance of this particular fall. This is the absolute best fall, they will say. Of course, it probably isn't the best one. We tend to forget. So when fall returns, we will once again remark that this one is the best ever. Fall does that to us. It catches us off guard. We are brought out of the ordinary into the extraordinary. And then it is all done for another year.
Sitting here writing, I am aware that there is something important missing in my life. That something would be apple cider. Hot apple cider. So, I am getting dressed, combing my crazy hair and heading to the grocery store for a gallon of that delightful liquid. And then I am going to walk among all the fallen leaves. I am going to look up into the trees and marvel at the wonder of nature. I may build a fire in the outdoor fireplace and sit with my cider and think on all things beautiful. Yes, that is what I shall do.
If you are in my neck of the woods, please stop for a visit. The hot cider is wating!
It is Saturday morning. The air is crisp. The trees are putting on a fashion show. Some are wearing bright yellow. Others chose orange. A few continue to wear greens--all shades. Well, green is a good fall color, too. There are a few browns scattered here and there. One decided a light purple was the best color for her. The tall grasses have turned a light tan which adds such a soft accent to all the brighter colors. They are certainly showing off their best colors today.
Since the outside is so astoundingly beautiful, I decided it was time to add bits of color here and there inside the house. The easiest way to do that is to visit the outside with a pair of scissors in hand and cut a few choice limbs from the tree. Bringing the outside in is easy for me since I am surrounded by nature. The leaves won't last long, but until they are finished, they will add natural beauty to the house.
Eye candy is everywhere. Driving along a city street this week, the vivid colors were screaming at me to stop and look. It was actually distracting. Enormous trees clothed completely in reds, yellows, oranges, greens and mixtures of those colors were everywhere. How proud of themselves they must be. To be sure they are aware of all the humans who gaze on them in total wonder. It is their time to shine. And they are certainly shining.
Soon they will drop all those colorful leaves. The ground will be carpeted in their offering. People will gather wheel barrows, rakes, bags and begin the task of removing them. Piles and piles will call children to jump and play. Parents will take pictures as a remembrance of this particular fall. This is the absolute best fall, they will say. Of course, it probably isn't the best one. We tend to forget. So when fall returns, we will once again remark that this one is the best ever. Fall does that to us. It catches us off guard. We are brought out of the ordinary into the extraordinary. And then it is all done for another year.
Sitting here writing, I am aware that there is something important missing in my life. That something would be apple cider. Hot apple cider. So, I am getting dressed, combing my crazy hair and heading to the grocery store for a gallon of that delightful liquid. And then I am going to walk among all the fallen leaves. I am going to look up into the trees and marvel at the wonder of nature. I may build a fire in the outdoor fireplace and sit with my cider and think on all things beautiful. Yes, that is what I shall do.
If you are in my neck of the woods, please stop for a visit. The hot cider is wating!
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