The unpredictability of life is one of the only things you can be certain of.
You never know what curve balls life may toss. You can never be sure if bunting or a full swing is in order, but you've got to give either 100% of your efforts. And that home run you're sure you hit, sometimes goes just foul. You just never know.
We named our daughter "beautiful calm," and she is beautiful, and has the capacity to be calm, but rarely ever is. She is a whirlwind of activity and energy, sitting still only long enough to catch her breath before moving on to the next activity.
Our son came into the world after a wild ride down the suicide lane in Marietta, Georgia. The cord was around his neck, he had the worst croup the docs had seen in their years there, and the same went for his bout with Dermatomyositis. Yet . . . here he is, determined and dedicated to reach his dreams. He is healthy, happy, and a gift.
I got a phone call to come help my step-dad after my mom fell and broke her collar bone. I bounced over to Boca and, within a day-and-a-half my mom passed away. You just don't ever know what is going to happen on any given day. Tomorrow is promised to no one.
So . . . today . . . as those little sayings go . . . live like there's no tomorrow; dance like no one is watching; love wholly and completely. We cannot predict the day's events, but we can proceed in the most positive manner possible. Walk confidently into each tomorrow . . .
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Cloak of Anonymity
It is amazing what you can accomplish if you do not care who gets the credit.
~ Harry S. Truman
What a short, sweet, and simple truth! I have been involved in about a bazillion volunteer activities in the last ten years. Some with schools, some with hospitals, some with dream-granting groups, some with veterans, some with fire departments, some with friends, and some with strangers. The absolute best part of giving of your self, your time, and your talents is knowing that it is making some small difference to someone else! What a joy and a privilege to go beyond your own needs and fulfill someone else's.
My best friends, as I ponder this fact this morning, all do the same thing. Those folks I would call in a crises are the kinds of folks that would do whatever it takes to help, without expectations of reward (or even thanks), simply because it's worth doing. What a comforting feeling it is to know that I am blanketed and buffered by such amazing people.
Selflessness is arrived at by pursuing, wholeheartedly, a passion. It is a continuous cleansing of the soul and broadening of the heart. It is uplifting, enlightening, and infectious. Today I wish for you to soak up some of the savory sweetness that is selflessness. Pursue a passion that ignites your initiative. Don the cloak of anonymity, go forth and do good. Be the unknown superhero of the day! It just might grow on you.
~ Harry S. Truman
What a short, sweet, and simple truth! I have been involved in about a bazillion volunteer activities in the last ten years. Some with schools, some with hospitals, some with dream-granting groups, some with veterans, some with fire departments, some with friends, and some with strangers. The absolute best part of giving of your self, your time, and your talents is knowing that it is making some small difference to someone else! What a joy and a privilege to go beyond your own needs and fulfill someone else's.
My best friends, as I ponder this fact this morning, all do the same thing. Those folks I would call in a crises are the kinds of folks that would do whatever it takes to help, without expectations of reward (or even thanks), simply because it's worth doing. What a comforting feeling it is to know that I am blanketed and buffered by such amazing people.
Selflessness is arrived at by pursuing, wholeheartedly, a passion. It is a continuous cleansing of the soul and broadening of the heart. It is uplifting, enlightening, and infectious. Today I wish for you to soak up some of the savory sweetness that is selflessness. Pursue a passion that ignites your initiative. Don the cloak of anonymity, go forth and do good. Be the unknown superhero of the day! It just might grow on you.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Travel Well . . .
There was this tiny little mouse who, very contentedly, tip-toed out of his hidey hole each night to grab the ever-present scraps that lay just beyond his lair. Thanks to this daily banquet, he grew into a large and sturdy mouse who attracted a Mrs. mouse. He happily shared his evening finds and, although he trimmed down a little, the two were quite satisfied with their home and their abundant food source. Then, as one might expect, Mr. and Mrs. Mouse became a very large family. Although the food was initially plentiful, and the bounty never changed, the mouths to be fed surely did. Woefully disheartened, Mr. & Mrs. Mouse decided to pack up their many, many children, leave their home with all its fond memories and happiness, and strike out into the great big world to find another home where Mr. Mouse could better provide for his family. Two days later, the owners of the bakery and cheese shop were doing some cleaning to prepare for a remodel when they noticed a tiny mouse hole next to a cutting station. They quickly repaired it and set off to redesign their store.
Had Mr. Mouse ever ventured just a little further he would have seen the splendor that lay before him. His safe and tentative nature, kept him fed ~ indeed, but it also kept him tethered to a routine which greatly hindered him and eventually his entire family. Just a few extra steps, that little bit of bravado mixed with faith, could have enlightened him to realize a plethora of food for his many children and probably generations to come. But his tunnel vision, his "this is what I've always done" mentality, his lack of hopeful adventure, forced him to leave everything he really ever needed.
How often do we find ourselves stuck in our daily grind? How often do we complain that our little worn down rut continues to produce the same results? How often do we point fingers, blame others, and make excuses about our predicaments?
How about today, you pull yourself out of your rut. You change up the daily grind with a new activity. Take a new way home, go to a new store, do something different! We cannot wait for the actions of others to filter down to somehow altering our lives. Sometimes, we have to take those few extra steps, outside of our normal hidey holes, to see what might lie beyond our regular realm. Today, I wish for you your own little bakery and cheese shop. Travel well, my friends!
Had Mr. Mouse ever ventured just a little further he would have seen the splendor that lay before him. His safe and tentative nature, kept him fed ~ indeed, but it also kept him tethered to a routine which greatly hindered him and eventually his entire family. Just a few extra steps, that little bit of bravado mixed with faith, could have enlightened him to realize a plethora of food for his many children and probably generations to come. But his tunnel vision, his "this is what I've always done" mentality, his lack of hopeful adventure, forced him to leave everything he really ever needed.
How often do we find ourselves stuck in our daily grind? How often do we complain that our little worn down rut continues to produce the same results? How often do we point fingers, blame others, and make excuses about our predicaments?
How about today, you pull yourself out of your rut. You change up the daily grind with a new activity. Take a new way home, go to a new store, do something different! We cannot wait for the actions of others to filter down to somehow altering our lives. Sometimes, we have to take those few extra steps, outside of our normal hidey holes, to see what might lie beyond our regular realm. Today, I wish for you your own little bakery and cheese shop. Travel well, my friends!
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
It Is Good!
With an incredible friend's wedding coming up very soon, I would love to focus, today, on that comfort that we find in that special extension of ourselves. What an amazing gift to stumble upon that one person, out of the masses, that truly makes you a better individual. And also to take, maybe from some failed relationships, those integral positive moments that define us!
My own mother, thought she found that person in Calvin. Although he made a few mistakes, he also helped her to create five incredible people that my mom thrived on for decades. He may not have been perfect, but he helped to create some outstanding folks. She then married Alfred who, again, made a few errors, but he pushed her to believe she could be a wonderfully savvy business woman. And she was! Once she took that first leap of faith . . . she could not be stopped. She dabbled in all sorts of things. Then she found Alfonso. Alfonso, although a bit stubborn, treated my mom with such adoration and respect that I'm not sure she knew what to do with it. Never before had she had that. I thank him for being that integral addition to her life.
A high school friend, whose initial pairing left a little to be desired, left her with the most amazing offspring. There are silver-linings in all things. Years later, she reconnects with someone else from high school and they find there is a spark. Although that spark is cautiously being tended, there is the chance it could fan into a flame of beautiful warmth. They have both accepted, however, that even if it does not, it has encouraged and rekindled something very special. I hope wonderful things come from this newly forged old friendship! I find it comforting to know that you both cherish that small and special spark.
I was flailing in Atlanta, newly single and hip-deep in bills. In an attempt to find a second job, I found something much more meaningful . . . my husband! He is my strength and my source of persistence and patience. He lives at the core of my soul and I am thankful that fate intervened and our paths crossed. I am truly blessed.
Whomever you stare at as the day comes to a close, know that you are within reach of a tangible blessing. You are lucky and graced with goodness. Whether it lasts for a lifetime, or only a little while, it lasts for a reason. Find the reason, digest and savor it, and know . . . it is good!
Best wishes C & K!!!
My own mother, thought she found that person in Calvin. Although he made a few mistakes, he also helped her to create five incredible people that my mom thrived on for decades. He may not have been perfect, but he helped to create some outstanding folks. She then married Alfred who, again, made a few errors, but he pushed her to believe she could be a wonderfully savvy business woman. And she was! Once she took that first leap of faith . . . she could not be stopped. She dabbled in all sorts of things. Then she found Alfonso. Alfonso, although a bit stubborn, treated my mom with such adoration and respect that I'm not sure she knew what to do with it. Never before had she had that. I thank him for being that integral addition to her life.
A high school friend, whose initial pairing left a little to be desired, left her with the most amazing offspring. There are silver-linings in all things. Years later, she reconnects with someone else from high school and they find there is a spark. Although that spark is cautiously being tended, there is the chance it could fan into a flame of beautiful warmth. They have both accepted, however, that even if it does not, it has encouraged and rekindled something very special. I hope wonderful things come from this newly forged old friendship! I find it comforting to know that you both cherish that small and special spark.
I was flailing in Atlanta, newly single and hip-deep in bills. In an attempt to find a second job, I found something much more meaningful . . . my husband! He is my strength and my source of persistence and patience. He lives at the core of my soul and I am thankful that fate intervened and our paths crossed. I am truly blessed.
Whomever you stare at as the day comes to a close, know that you are within reach of a tangible blessing. You are lucky and graced with goodness. Whether it lasts for a lifetime, or only a little while, it lasts for a reason. Find the reason, digest and savor it, and know . . . it is good!
Best wishes C & K!!!
Monday, September 26, 2011
FEAR
In an attempt to shield ourselves from physical, mental, and emotional injuries; we develop FEAR. No one likes to be injured. No one enjoys nursing wounds, down time, or battling back from emotional scars. Instead of thinking of that effort as recovery, though, maybe ~ once again ~ change your perspective. Take that nursing, down time and battling as a workout! Know that you will emerge from the opposite end of this endeavor leaner, stronger, and more stable!
FEAR ~ Failure to Engage And its Repercussions
I loathed speaking in front of people. So, what did I do? I started a home-based party plan where I forced myself to stand in a stranger's living room for two to three hours and sell things to them. I was actually quite successful and ended up enjoying it quite a lot. I still would prefer NOT to get up in front of folks and talk, but now I know that I absolutely CAN do it!
I realize that I am aging (probably quicker than I'd like), but it doesn't stop me from taking on my 18 year old son on the racquetball courts. It certainly is rare that I win a game, but I can usually give him a run for his money. It is fantastic exercise and I enjoy seeing him beam with excitement at his victories. Would it be easier to play Scrabble with him and whoop him squarely? Sure, but I'd lose all the benefits of activity and the maternal joys of his enthusiasm.
I grew up with six brothers. I have five uncles on my mom's side of the family and only two aunts. There are more uncles on my dad's side. Most of my six brothers had hoards of buddies ~ all of the male species. In other words, I am extremely comfortable in the presence of the male gender. So, what am I doing currently? I am the president of one branch of a guild of about seven hundred people - 98% of which are women. I am working on my issues!
To shrink away from things we don't like, have concerns about, or harbor ill feelings of doesn't make you weak. But it certainly doesn't make you any stronger. It doesn't make you less of a person to take a safe route; but you will certainly not discover new and amazing things about yourself if you don't ever leave that route. Bad memories can cause disparaging reactions. If you don't force yourself to create new and better memories, that reaction will probably never change.
FEAR ~ Failure to Engage And its Repercussions
Change your perspective and your actions will follow.
FEAR - Find an End. Alter your Reality
The choice is yours!
FEAR ~ Failure to Engage And its Repercussions
I loathed speaking in front of people. So, what did I do? I started a home-based party plan where I forced myself to stand in a stranger's living room for two to three hours and sell things to them. I was actually quite successful and ended up enjoying it quite a lot. I still would prefer NOT to get up in front of folks and talk, but now I know that I absolutely CAN do it!
I realize that I am aging (probably quicker than I'd like), but it doesn't stop me from taking on my 18 year old son on the racquetball courts. It certainly is rare that I win a game, but I can usually give him a run for his money. It is fantastic exercise and I enjoy seeing him beam with excitement at his victories. Would it be easier to play Scrabble with him and whoop him squarely? Sure, but I'd lose all the benefits of activity and the maternal joys of his enthusiasm.
I grew up with six brothers. I have five uncles on my mom's side of the family and only two aunts. There are more uncles on my dad's side. Most of my six brothers had hoards of buddies ~ all of the male species. In other words, I am extremely comfortable in the presence of the male gender. So, what am I doing currently? I am the president of one branch of a guild of about seven hundred people - 98% of which are women. I am working on my issues!
To shrink away from things we don't like, have concerns about, or harbor ill feelings of doesn't make you weak. But it certainly doesn't make you any stronger. It doesn't make you less of a person to take a safe route; but you will certainly not discover new and amazing things about yourself if you don't ever leave that route. Bad memories can cause disparaging reactions. If you don't force yourself to create new and better memories, that reaction will probably never change.
FEAR ~ Failure to Engage And its Repercussions
Change your perspective and your actions will follow.
FEAR - Find an End. Alter your Reality
The choice is yours!
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Open Book
Been to the book store lately? Picked something up and put it back down because it just didn't look very interesting? Hmmmm. Sound like a cliche your mom used to say?
Quite literally, some of the best books you'll ever read are books you wouldn't normally have picked up just because of the cover. In turn, some of the best folks you'll ever encounter are folks you would never have initially chosen to interact with.
Kite Runner is an amazing book. The cover is quite misleading to the whole realm of the book. And yet, it is a fantastic read. To most, when cleaned up properly, I look like a fairly proper, pretty feminine woman. Little do most folks know that I can leg press over 500 pounds and kick most of you squarely in the face if you made me really angry. (Thank goodness that doesn't happen often!) There are plenty of folks within your day that you might steer clear of for one reason or another, and that may be the biggest mistake of your life.
When we pre-judge a person, we lose out on getting to know what's inside. We let perceptions make our prejudices for us. What a sad and sorry situation. Give Same Kind of Different as Me a read and you will find a profound statement about taking that step, outside of your comfort zone, to realize new talents, opportunities, and graces. We are all humans. What life has done to each of us chisels a diversity that makes our community amazing. What we choose to with that diversity is what makes our community a working, productive, progressive, positive place within which to exist.
Please, today . . . and always . . . read whatever 'book' is given to you. Take it in. Absorb its cerebral and emotional nutrients and filter the rest. Say "Hi!" to that person you'd normally switch aisles to avoid. They just may hold the key to something you've been searching for. Do not judge, lest you be judged yourself ~ that golden rule that most of us disobey, but believe we are above. Acceptance is a beautiful thing. Be that open book . . .
Quite literally, some of the best books you'll ever read are books you wouldn't normally have picked up just because of the cover. In turn, some of the best folks you'll ever encounter are folks you would never have initially chosen to interact with.
Kite Runner is an amazing book. The cover is quite misleading to the whole realm of the book. And yet, it is a fantastic read. To most, when cleaned up properly, I look like a fairly proper, pretty feminine woman. Little do most folks know that I can leg press over 500 pounds and kick most of you squarely in the face if you made me really angry. (Thank goodness that doesn't happen often!) There are plenty of folks within your day that you might steer clear of for one reason or another, and that may be the biggest mistake of your life.
When we pre-judge a person, we lose out on getting to know what's inside. We let perceptions make our prejudices for us. What a sad and sorry situation. Give Same Kind of Different as Me a read and you will find a profound statement about taking that step, outside of your comfort zone, to realize new talents, opportunities, and graces. We are all humans. What life has done to each of us chisels a diversity that makes our community amazing. What we choose to with that diversity is what makes our community a working, productive, progressive, positive place within which to exist.
Please, today . . . and always . . . read whatever 'book' is given to you. Take it in. Absorb its cerebral and emotional nutrients and filter the rest. Say "Hi!" to that person you'd normally switch aisles to avoid. They just may hold the key to something you've been searching for. Do not judge, lest you be judged yourself ~ that golden rule that most of us disobey, but believe we are above. Acceptance is a beautiful thing. Be that open book . . .
Friday, September 23, 2011
Autumnal Inspiration
Autumn begins today!
Autumn is one of the things I miss most about New York. In Florida, we only have two seasons: Summer and Almost Summer. They would consist of Hot and Really Freakin' Hot. But if I could impress upon anyone, a visual feast of travel, I would urge you to head north during Autumn.
I lived in and around Atlanta, Georgia for quite a few years. It sure was pretty during Fall and wonderfully crisp and clear. It was, I suppose, a good transition state from New York to prep me for Florida. But, as beautiful as Georgia was, it still does not compare to upstate New York.
Amidst the Catskill Mountains, there are a myriad of vistas to take in the vivid landscape. Georgia had some pretty gold and red leaves, but the page does not permit the length of text to convey all the colors that paint the countryside in New York. Only weeks before, if you sat in the same place, things would have been green and lush and tranquil. But now, as Fall flaunts her fancy flora, the tapestry of tantalizing tinctures just leaves you both breathless and speechless. That all those very common and similarly green leaves could spring forth into such a vivacious symphony of brilliance is just astounding. Try this site on for size: http://www.vandykephotography.com/Photography/Autumn/14405499_qkw23#1067937144_dkZbT
Enjoy the splendor of Autumnal Inspiration . . .
Autumn is one of the things I miss most about New York. In Florida, we only have two seasons: Summer and Almost Summer. They would consist of Hot and Really Freakin' Hot. But if I could impress upon anyone, a visual feast of travel, I would urge you to head north during Autumn.
I lived in and around Atlanta, Georgia for quite a few years. It sure was pretty during Fall and wonderfully crisp and clear. It was, I suppose, a good transition state from New York to prep me for Florida. But, as beautiful as Georgia was, it still does not compare to upstate New York.
Amidst the Catskill Mountains, there are a myriad of vistas to take in the vivid landscape. Georgia had some pretty gold and red leaves, but the page does not permit the length of text to convey all the colors that paint the countryside in New York. Only weeks before, if you sat in the same place, things would have been green and lush and tranquil. But now, as Fall flaunts her fancy flora, the tapestry of tantalizing tinctures just leaves you both breathless and speechless. That all those very common and similarly green leaves could spring forth into such a vivacious symphony of brilliance is just astounding. Try this site on for size: http://www.vandykephotography.com/Photography/Autumn/14405499_qkw23#1067937144_dkZbT
Enjoy the splendor of Autumnal Inspiration . . .
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Visions of Value
You ever have those days when you feel like there's a little dark cloud hanging over your head? Feel like you couldn't possibly walk another step or finish the mounting pile of tasks in front you? Like maybe if one more person asks one more favor you might actually, physically scream?
Those are the days when you need to stop! Breathe and realize that if you look around, there is an abundance of wonderful around you that you are merely choosing NOT to see.
Yesterday, with a full heaping of 'lots-to-do,' I began my day. Rather stressed about my 8:30 am meeting and all the implications it carried, I showed up and happened upon a rather informative, completely relaxing breakfast with an incredible friend who both enlightened me and offered me interesting and promising new insights!
Meeting number two was met with equal trepidation, but I left with a sense of ~ at least a little ~ accomplishment and forward progression. Stop number three brought on the continuation of a task that has been ongoing for the past month. Trudgingly, the task was completed and then I went to visit a friend there. His banter and smile smoothed those ruffled feathers of mine.
And, as I walked from his room I realized that for every dark cloud I encountered, there was an equally brilliant silver lining. For every cold and dreary thought, a fresh, inviting and positive thought. For every negative . . . a positive. And I figured out that had I faced each of those situations in a better frame of mind, instead of leaving each in a 'less depressed' mood, I would have left them in an incredibly jubilant mood. It was one of those joyful, cerebral butt-kicking moments.
My step picked up, my heart lightened, and the day was good. And then, as is the usual case, when you stop to see what is really and truly good in your life . . . I got the proverbial "cherry on top". As I navigated the parking lot during pick-up from a middle school (frightening, to say the least), a nifty white car caught my eye. Within it sat a friend I hadn't seen in eons eagerly waving at little old me. What a treat! What a wonderfully heartwarming topping to my day!
Thank you one and all, who made my day all it could be. Today, I wish for you, the open eyes to see what is good before you. I hope you find those little trinkets that can turn a bad day good. I wish for you . . . visions of value!
Those are the days when you need to stop! Breathe and realize that if you look around, there is an abundance of wonderful around you that you are merely choosing NOT to see.
Yesterday, with a full heaping of 'lots-to-do,' I began my day. Rather stressed about my 8:30 am meeting and all the implications it carried, I showed up and happened upon a rather informative, completely relaxing breakfast with an incredible friend who both enlightened me and offered me interesting and promising new insights!
Meeting number two was met with equal trepidation, but I left with a sense of ~ at least a little ~ accomplishment and forward progression. Stop number three brought on the continuation of a task that has been ongoing for the past month. Trudgingly, the task was completed and then I went to visit a friend there. His banter and smile smoothed those ruffled feathers of mine.
And, as I walked from his room I realized that for every dark cloud I encountered, there was an equally brilliant silver lining. For every cold and dreary thought, a fresh, inviting and positive thought. For every negative . . . a positive. And I figured out that had I faced each of those situations in a better frame of mind, instead of leaving each in a 'less depressed' mood, I would have left them in an incredibly jubilant mood. It was one of those joyful, cerebral butt-kicking moments.
My step picked up, my heart lightened, and the day was good. And then, as is the usual case, when you stop to see what is really and truly good in your life . . . I got the proverbial "cherry on top". As I navigated the parking lot during pick-up from a middle school (frightening, to say the least), a nifty white car caught my eye. Within it sat a friend I hadn't seen in eons eagerly waving at little old me. What a treat! What a wonderfully heartwarming topping to my day!
Thank you one and all, who made my day all it could be. Today, I wish for you, the open eyes to see what is good before you. I hope you find those little trinkets that can turn a bad day good. I wish for you . . . visions of value!
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Like a Bridge . . .
When you're weary, feelin' small
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all
I'm on your side, oh, when times get rough, and friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down
When you're down and out, when you're on the street
When evening falls so hard, I will comfort you
I'll take your part, oh when darkness comes, and pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind
Sail on silver girl, sail on by
Your time has come to shine, and all your dreams will run their way
See how they shine, oh, if you need a friend, I'm sailing right behind
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind
One of my absolute favorite songs EVER! It has never ceased to bring me comfort and peace when I am over troubled water. It is just one of those amazingly poignant tunes. Ponder those lyrics today and know that (whoever your "I" might be) . . . Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind!
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all
I'm on your side, oh, when times get rough, and friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down
When you're down and out, when you're on the street
When evening falls so hard, I will comfort you
I'll take your part, oh when darkness comes, and pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind
Sail on silver girl, sail on by
Your time has come to shine, and all your dreams will run their way
See how they shine, oh, if you need a friend, I'm sailing right behind
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind
One of my absolute favorite songs EVER! It has never ceased to bring me comfort and peace when I am over troubled water. It is just one of those amazingly poignant tunes. Ponder those lyrics today and know that (whoever your "I" might be) . . . Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind!
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Student of Life
I am a loud and boisterous person by nature. I might have been produced that way because I grew up in 'Grand Central' with six brothers and amongst a routinely visiting eight aunts and uncles who came with spouses and offspring. It was just craziness at my home on most days. I wouldn't have changed anything, but sometimes it seemed the only way to get noticed was to cause a commotion or be a little loud!
Now there are people that are put in your life to teach you lessons. I learned an incredibly valuable one from my son's first grade teacher. She was a rather petite woman. Very professional and friendly, she was personable and one of those teachers that just draws the best out of her kids. During open house, my husband and I, along with about 25 other sets of parents, poured into her room and were chatting amongst ourselves about activities, children, and miscellaneous. It was a good ten minutes, seriously, before we realized this teacher was talking. The room immediately fell silent, except for this diminutive person who just continued talking in a clear, even, thoughtful, and informative manner. We, as a group, respectfully faced front and all attention was fully garnered on her. What an incredible presence she was, and still is! To command this consideration was amazing. I learned, from her, that you do not always need to be the loudest person to get your point across.
When we were on the All Children's Hospital telethon, our second interviewer and someone who I absolutely adore, was prepping us for camera time. We had already appeared earlier, had been watching all the stories throughout the day, and I truly was dish-towel wringably and emotionally wiped. I leaned over to her and said, "Please just talk to the children and Vic. I'm having a weepy sort of day." She nodded kindly and patted my knee. Her smile just filled me with all kinds of comfort. And then, the cameras were rolling and she spoke to Miles, and then Deanna, and quickly to Vic. And then, "She asked me not to make her speak tonight. She said she's having a 'weepy' day. Can you explain why, Lyn?" As shocked as I was, and mortified mind you, I trudged my way through tears and choked speech to talk of our affiliation and appreciation for all that the hospital does. It was tremendously difficult to do, but you should have heard those phones ring. She knew EXACTLY what she was doing! From you, dear friend, I learned that emotions are not something to be hidden or ashamed of. They can be powerful tools for positive impact!
When my daughter was in high school, trying to find herself, I got a phone call from a guidance counselor. Yes, the dreaded phone call! "Your daughter is in my office. There was a near-altercation in the cafeteria during break." I listened to the story. Neither distraught or disappointed. I know my daughter. I know she's an amazing child, but if pushed she ~ at the time ~ would usually break before bending. I replied to the counselor, "OK. Do I need to come get her or is there any repercussions?" The counselor was almost on auto-pilot when he began, "There were several witnesses and she still seems pretty agita . . . what did you say?" I repeated my statement and there was that pin-dropping type of silence. Slowly, that counselor opened up to reveal to me, "Are you joking? You're NOT going to say that it's NOT her fault? She didn't do anything? Not YOUR child!" I laughed and said, "I've been involved in schools too long to know the truth . . . about kids AND adults." He thanked me for my candor, my honesty, my sincerity, and most of all my ability to see the entire situation. From this, and many situations prior, I learned that taking a moment to reflect and view the issue from a broader perspective will almost always serve you better than simply reacting!
There are so many other instances like this. You learn these incredible tidbits from obscure little moments and unexpected teachers. You must just be willing to actually hear the teacher, make the moment count, and truly respond to the whole story; not just your little piece of it. It is a magical thing to be a student of life! I hope I NEVER graduate!
Now there are people that are put in your life to teach you lessons. I learned an incredibly valuable one from my son's first grade teacher. She was a rather petite woman. Very professional and friendly, she was personable and one of those teachers that just draws the best out of her kids. During open house, my husband and I, along with about 25 other sets of parents, poured into her room and were chatting amongst ourselves about activities, children, and miscellaneous. It was a good ten minutes, seriously, before we realized this teacher was talking. The room immediately fell silent, except for this diminutive person who just continued talking in a clear, even, thoughtful, and informative manner. We, as a group, respectfully faced front and all attention was fully garnered on her. What an incredible presence she was, and still is! To command this consideration was amazing. I learned, from her, that you do not always need to be the loudest person to get your point across.
When we were on the All Children's Hospital telethon, our second interviewer and someone who I absolutely adore, was prepping us for camera time. We had already appeared earlier, had been watching all the stories throughout the day, and I truly was dish-towel wringably and emotionally wiped. I leaned over to her and said, "Please just talk to the children and Vic. I'm having a weepy sort of day." She nodded kindly and patted my knee. Her smile just filled me with all kinds of comfort. And then, the cameras were rolling and she spoke to Miles, and then Deanna, and quickly to Vic. And then, "She asked me not to make her speak tonight. She said she's having a 'weepy' day. Can you explain why, Lyn?" As shocked as I was, and mortified mind you, I trudged my way through tears and choked speech to talk of our affiliation and appreciation for all that the hospital does. It was tremendously difficult to do, but you should have heard those phones ring. She knew EXACTLY what she was doing! From you, dear friend, I learned that emotions are not something to be hidden or ashamed of. They can be powerful tools for positive impact!
When my daughter was in high school, trying to find herself, I got a phone call from a guidance counselor. Yes, the dreaded phone call! "Your daughter is in my office. There was a near-altercation in the cafeteria during break." I listened to the story. Neither distraught or disappointed. I know my daughter. I know she's an amazing child, but if pushed she ~ at the time ~ would usually break before bending. I replied to the counselor, "OK. Do I need to come get her or is there any repercussions?" The counselor was almost on auto-pilot when he began, "There were several witnesses and she still seems pretty agita . . . what did you say?" I repeated my statement and there was that pin-dropping type of silence. Slowly, that counselor opened up to reveal to me, "Are you joking? You're NOT going to say that it's NOT her fault? She didn't do anything? Not YOUR child!" I laughed and said, "I've been involved in schools too long to know the truth . . . about kids AND adults." He thanked me for my candor, my honesty, my sincerity, and most of all my ability to see the entire situation. From this, and many situations prior, I learned that taking a moment to reflect and view the issue from a broader perspective will almost always serve you better than simply reacting!
There are so many other instances like this. You learn these incredible tidbits from obscure little moments and unexpected teachers. You must just be willing to actually hear the teacher, make the moment count, and truly respond to the whole story; not just your little piece of it. It is a magical thing to be a student of life! I hope I NEVER graduate!
Monday, September 19, 2011
New Shoes!
Today, I begin a new journey. I will take my first steps in a new volunteer position for All Children's Hospital Guild. This has weighed heavy on my heart for a long, long time. I do not know if I am ready to take on this challenge, but I can equate it best to brand new shoes . . .
My lady friends will understand that when you see a pair of new heels that are just screaming to go home with you, you throw caution to the wind and take out your credit card. I say credit card, because it is usually these 'screaming shoes' that are just a tad bit more expensive than the funds we might normally carry with us.
These shoes are typically sparkly or bedazzled with something fun that caught your eye to begin with. Lately, I've been drawn to straps and zippers! Uh Oh! The heels are normally far too high to actually walk around in all day, so you just pray that whatever function you wear them to is a seated event. You hope that the toe is not so pointed that your feet remain in that shape for a good ten minutes after removing the shoes. You pray that the stiletto heals don't get caught in a storm grate, the carpet, or make you look like a drunken sailor as you attempt to navigate a badly paved parking lot. And, as fantastic as your legs may appear while wearing them, you know that the balls of your feet will be aching for at least the next three days. Not sized correctly, we've all suffered through the blisters on the backs of our ankles and none of that matters when your friends say, "Great shoes!"
That is my hope for the upcoming year and my responsibilities in regard to All Children's Hospital. I know there's a good chance I will trip, fall, be battered and bruised. I may make incorrect decisions and stumble several times. I may look the part while playing it, but have to heal for a while afterward. However . . . when the end result is that I've accomplished something positive for those children and that hospital and when someone says, "Good job!" it will have been worth the agony of those 'new shoes'.
I love new shoes . . .
My lady friends will understand that when you see a pair of new heels that are just screaming to go home with you, you throw caution to the wind and take out your credit card. I say credit card, because it is usually these 'screaming shoes' that are just a tad bit more expensive than the funds we might normally carry with us.
These shoes are typically sparkly or bedazzled with something fun that caught your eye to begin with. Lately, I've been drawn to straps and zippers! Uh Oh! The heels are normally far too high to actually walk around in all day, so you just pray that whatever function you wear them to is a seated event. You hope that the toe is not so pointed that your feet remain in that shape for a good ten minutes after removing the shoes. You pray that the stiletto heals don't get caught in a storm grate, the carpet, or make you look like a drunken sailor as you attempt to navigate a badly paved parking lot. And, as fantastic as your legs may appear while wearing them, you know that the balls of your feet will be aching for at least the next three days. Not sized correctly, we've all suffered through the blisters on the backs of our ankles and none of that matters when your friends say, "Great shoes!"
That is my hope for the upcoming year and my responsibilities in regard to All Children's Hospital. I know there's a good chance I will trip, fall, be battered and bruised. I may make incorrect decisions and stumble several times. I may look the part while playing it, but have to heal for a while afterward. However . . . when the end result is that I've accomplished something positive for those children and that hospital and when someone says, "Good job!" it will have been worth the agony of those 'new shoes'.
I love new shoes . . .
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Cannot Wait!
In the search for a past digital camera, and actually finding it, we came across some very touching photos. Some of the most touching were of my little children holding my great niece on the day she was born. Sadly, she passed away at only four precious months of age. Today, I honor Julia!
When Julia Sings
Another perfect day in Heaven, the sky a beautiful blue
And God, upon His golden throne, realized an item new
He gestured to St. Peter. Bring forth this precious treasure
Its beauty is amazing. I know it will bring pleasure
So Peter brought the item near; up close for God to see
This indeed is very special and holds a sacred spot for me
He held it up for all to view; a reverent hush took hold
For in His hands, before the crowd, he held a flawless halo shiny gold
The tiny halo beamed a brilliant light; inspiringly dazzling yet serenely soft
It'll take a perfect infant's head to carry this priceless gift aloft
Then God reached back within the box and drew out, in brilliant white,
A minute and precious little robe; purely innocent in His sight
The final item in the box brought the crowd down on its knees
And God began to smile for He was very pleased
He summoned His children's choir. A blissful tune began with grace
But in the middle of His chorus was a gaping empty space
God knew the lead demanded His utmost care in choice
His hallelujah hailing lacked the most precious, perfect voice
He looked upon the earth where youthful innocence abounds
He had to listen carefully for precise angelic sounds
Some parents may mistake it for a typical, whining cry
But it's soothing, peaceful music when it reaches God on High
A tiny cry did reach Him; an incomparably beauteous tone
So sublime in all its notes it drew God off His throne
He thought, I must obtain this infant; its melodious cry so sweet
He laid a hand upon this girl whom He just had to meet
He voice rang out in bliss as she sang out for the Lord
But those on earth begged heartily, "Please, not yet!" they implored
But God was so enthralled by the sweet, soft childish tone
He knew these folks would understand He needed this one for His own
He took the box out once again. On earth the heartache hit
But this babe now stood in front of God; the golden halo ~ a perfect fit!
On earth, the family cried and cried; tried to find a cause for blame
Up in Heaven, God took the robe and draped it on her tiny frame
And then God said, "Please turn around. There's just one item more."
And down on earth, in fitful prayer, dozens of knees just hit the floor
God took the final item out. Again, an amazing hush ensued
He put them on the infant. Down on earth they came unglued
God looked upon His work and He beamed with joyous light
"Come bless me with your presence; just let go, please don't fight."
With that the infant turn to see her pearly gleaming angel wings
God said, "I knew they were for you alone. I love when Julia sings!"
On earth the sorrow flowed. In Heaven the choir rejoiced
A brand new addition now leads them all with Julia's angelic voice!
You brought peace, love, strength, and joy here Julia!
You are loved and missed.
I cannot wait to hear you sing!
When Julia Sings
Another perfect day in Heaven, the sky a beautiful blue
And God, upon His golden throne, realized an item new
He gestured to St. Peter. Bring forth this precious treasure
Its beauty is amazing. I know it will bring pleasure
So Peter brought the item near; up close for God to see
This indeed is very special and holds a sacred spot for me
He held it up for all to view; a reverent hush took hold
For in His hands, before the crowd, he held a flawless halo shiny gold
The tiny halo beamed a brilliant light; inspiringly dazzling yet serenely soft
It'll take a perfect infant's head to carry this priceless gift aloft
Then God reached back within the box and drew out, in brilliant white,
A minute and precious little robe; purely innocent in His sight
The final item in the box brought the crowd down on its knees
And God began to smile for He was very pleased
He summoned His children's choir. A blissful tune began with grace
But in the middle of His chorus was a gaping empty space
God knew the lead demanded His utmost care in choice
His hallelujah hailing lacked the most precious, perfect voice
He looked upon the earth where youthful innocence abounds
He had to listen carefully for precise angelic sounds
Some parents may mistake it for a typical, whining cry
But it's soothing, peaceful music when it reaches God on High
A tiny cry did reach Him; an incomparably beauteous tone
So sublime in all its notes it drew God off His throne
He thought, I must obtain this infant; its melodious cry so sweet
He laid a hand upon this girl whom He just had to meet
He voice rang out in bliss as she sang out for the Lord
But those on earth begged heartily, "Please, not yet!" they implored
But God was so enthralled by the sweet, soft childish tone
He knew these folks would understand He needed this one for His own
He took the box out once again. On earth the heartache hit
But this babe now stood in front of God; the golden halo ~ a perfect fit!
On earth, the family cried and cried; tried to find a cause for blame
Up in Heaven, God took the robe and draped it on her tiny frame
And then God said, "Please turn around. There's just one item more."
And down on earth, in fitful prayer, dozens of knees just hit the floor
God took the final item out. Again, an amazing hush ensued
He put them on the infant. Down on earth they came unglued
God looked upon His work and He beamed with joyous light
"Come bless me with your presence; just let go, please don't fight."
With that the infant turn to see her pearly gleaming angel wings
God said, "I knew they were for you alone. I love when Julia sings!"
On earth the sorrow flowed. In Heaven the choir rejoiced
A brand new addition now leads them all with Julia's angelic voice!
You brought peace, love, strength, and joy here Julia!
You are loved and missed.
I cannot wait to hear you sing!
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Beautiful Calm
Another Ch-Angel addition! My favorite kind to write!
About twenty years ago, (I won't give away her exact birth date), my husband and I were blessed with our first little bundle of joy! Obviously, one of our first phone calls was to my mom. I said, we have a beautiful baby girl. She replied, almost immediately, "Wow! She was born exactly in between you and Vic." How she came to that conclusion that fast still amazes and baffles me, but she's absolutely right.
Deanna Sarene was born three months and two days after Victor's birthday and three months and two days before mine. A true comingling of our best parts! Even more bizarre is the fact that we are all cusp people - born between two signs, although we're all certain which ones we are!
Deanna, at birth and for the next nine months, kinda looked like a chubby, white Don King. She had thick dark hair that stuck straight up, no matter what we did to it. Although it was a little bothersome, it certainly suited her personality! She rolled over at 36 days! My girlfriend said, "It's just a coincidence." I laid Deanna down again, and . . . whoomp . . . turned herself over again! She never really did the "cruising the furniture" thing. At nine months she kind of decided that she'd had enough of the crawling garbage, it was time to see the world. She's been running ever since.
In fact, when she was in elementary school, that was one of her many nicknames: "The Running Girl". Everywhere she went, she was running. Forest Gump - only brilliant. Adding double digit numbers before kindergarten, she amazed us constantly. When her little brother came along, she became the vigilant caretaker and babysitter. She adored, and still does (in her own way), her little brother.
Deanna certainly embraces her zodiological sign - Taurus! She is stubborn, persistent, very social although their feelings run far deeper than most can imagine, and loyal. She is an earth sign, relating to nature and pets best. In addition, her talents are varied and incredible. She is an artist at heart, pursuing activities which capture the eye and the heart of viewers. She draws amazingly. Her photography is absolutely outstanding. She is a philanthropist and a volunteer and, although not quite as an emotional train-wreck as me, she has her moments. She's much stronger than I am.
She is a definite Ch-Angel. She is determined. She is delicate. She is beautiful. She is calm. That is what her name means . . . Beautiful Calm. My Deanna Sarene.
About twenty years ago, (I won't give away her exact birth date), my husband and I were blessed with our first little bundle of joy! Obviously, one of our first phone calls was to my mom. I said, we have a beautiful baby girl. She replied, almost immediately, "Wow! She was born exactly in between you and Vic." How she came to that conclusion that fast still amazes and baffles me, but she's absolutely right.
Deanna Sarene was born three months and two days after Victor's birthday and three months and two days before mine. A true comingling of our best parts! Even more bizarre is the fact that we are all cusp people - born between two signs, although we're all certain which ones we are!
Deanna, at birth and for the next nine months, kinda looked like a chubby, white Don King. She had thick dark hair that stuck straight up, no matter what we did to it. Although it was a little bothersome, it certainly suited her personality! She rolled over at 36 days! My girlfriend said, "It's just a coincidence." I laid Deanna down again, and . . . whoomp . . . turned herself over again! She never really did the "cruising the furniture" thing. At nine months she kind of decided that she'd had enough of the crawling garbage, it was time to see the world. She's been running ever since.
In fact, when she was in elementary school, that was one of her many nicknames: "The Running Girl". Everywhere she went, she was running. Forest Gump - only brilliant. Adding double digit numbers before kindergarten, she amazed us constantly. When her little brother came along, she became the vigilant caretaker and babysitter. She adored, and still does (in her own way), her little brother.
Deanna certainly embraces her zodiological sign - Taurus! She is stubborn, persistent, very social although their feelings run far deeper than most can imagine, and loyal. She is an earth sign, relating to nature and pets best. In addition, her talents are varied and incredible. She is an artist at heart, pursuing activities which capture the eye and the heart of viewers. She draws amazingly. Her photography is absolutely outstanding. She is a philanthropist and a volunteer and, although not quite as an emotional train-wreck as me, she has her moments. She's much stronger than I am.
She is a definite Ch-Angel. She is determined. She is delicate. She is beautiful. She is calm. That is what her name means . . . Beautiful Calm. My Deanna Sarene.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Count 'Em Anyway!
I was blessed to have had the opportunity to run away with my husband and enjoy a quick "staycation" on St. Pete Beach. School is in session, the tourists were truly at a minimum and we enjoyed some insanely crazy beautiful weather. The screaming children were numbered at less than ten, the staff was about as relaxed and friendly as they could be, and it truly seemed like we were the only two people on the beach. The sand was warm and felt wonderful beneath my feet. The sun loitered in the sky as if it didn't want the days to end either. The pools were cool and refreshing. The food was absolutely delicious. The company was pure bliss! I could not have asked for a more perfect moment in time!
To rise with the sun, sit on the sand, watch the still Gulf waters roil with bait fish while the birds tried to get breakfast. Being tossed about by the waves, laughing in the sheer delight of simple relaxation, and just basking in the quiet silence of sunbathing while holding the hand of my best friend! This is definitely a prescription for a smile! I would highly recommend you each dabble in that nerve-soothing narcotic. It is surely something I could get hooked on.
Whether it is the beach, communing with nature, a good read, a day out with friends, or a quiet night with someone special . . . take the time to chill. And while you surround yourself with serenity, count your every blessing. They will outnumber the grains of sand, the chirping birds, the printed words, and that feeling of security with friends and loved ones. Count 'em anyway!
To rise with the sun, sit on the sand, watch the still Gulf waters roil with bait fish while the birds tried to get breakfast. Being tossed about by the waves, laughing in the sheer delight of simple relaxation, and just basking in the quiet silence of sunbathing while holding the hand of my best friend! This is definitely a prescription for a smile! I would highly recommend you each dabble in that nerve-soothing narcotic. It is surely something I could get hooked on.
Whether it is the beach, communing with nature, a good read, a day out with friends, or a quiet night with someone special . . . take the time to chill. And while you surround yourself with serenity, count your every blessing. They will outnumber the grains of sand, the chirping birds, the printed words, and that feeling of security with friends and loved ones. Count 'em anyway!
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Ketchup, Anyone?
Many moons ago, some of you will recall the Heinz Ketchup "Anticipation" commercials. I don't think, at the time, there wasn't a soul who didn't sing along. I also believe that we were all thrilled when the tomato-ey goo finally hit the target. Made you almost want to cheer. It was that build up of waiting, and waiting, and waiting. The commercial folks tried whacking the bottle, shaking it, willing it to hurry up, but that darn ketchup took its sweet time and when it was ready . . . it allowed its goodness to be shared and savored.
There are all kinds of things that we anticipate in life. We want so much to go to school and then we get there and want it, so much, to be over. We are so anxious to find companionship and must kiss many a frog to find that prince. We want to get married and have a family and then complain that our babies keep us up all night. We want our babies to start talking and then spend the next sixteen years wishing they'd be quiet! We want our children to act like adults and then, when they do, we want to coddle and hold them again. We want to be so very independent and then find it devastating when we are all alone. We need to learn to delight in that ketchup when it gets here!
Don't hurry things too much. Enjoy the moments as they come. Devour the deliciousness of every day. You cannot know the future. You cannot plan on another person's actions. You have the anticipation of what may come and how to make the most of it because . . .
Anticipation, anticipation
Is makin' me late
Is keepin' me waitin'
And tomorrow we might not be together
I'm no prophet and I don't know nature's ways
So I'll try and see into your eyes right now
And stay right here 'cause these are the good old days
Ketchup, anyone?
There are all kinds of things that we anticipate in life. We want so much to go to school and then we get there and want it, so much, to be over. We are so anxious to find companionship and must kiss many a frog to find that prince. We want to get married and have a family and then complain that our babies keep us up all night. We want our babies to start talking and then spend the next sixteen years wishing they'd be quiet! We want our children to act like adults and then, when they do, we want to coddle and hold them again. We want to be so very independent and then find it devastating when we are all alone. We need to learn to delight in that ketchup when it gets here!
Don't hurry things too much. Enjoy the moments as they come. Devour the deliciousness of every day. You cannot know the future. You cannot plan on another person's actions. You have the anticipation of what may come and how to make the most of it because . . .
Anticipation, anticipation
Is makin' me late
Is keepin' me waitin'
And tomorrow we might not be together
I'm no prophet and I don't know nature's ways
So I'll try and see into your eyes right now
And stay right here 'cause these are the good old days
Ketchup, anyone?
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Minutia to Magnificence
He counts the stars and calls them all by name. Psalms 147:4
Do you understand what inference that brings? I have looked into the heavens of a crisp Wyoming sky. The stars were a sparkling blanket on an inky black bed. It was beautiful and awe-inspiring. To count those stars would have been an absurd task. If I could have possible gotten through the area I could see, I knew there was a whole lot of sky I could not view. The stars are infinite. And yet . . . He counts and numbers EVERY one.
We tiny people, here on earth, are just a blink-of-an-eye existence to God. We are miniscule fragments in a much larger picture. We are the frayed and frazzled threads with which He weaves his grandiose tapestries. And yet . . . He counts and numbers EVERY one! Each and every one of us is precious in His sight. We have a purpose and a plan before us. It is our will to fulfill that purpose and plan. It is His joy to see us do so. He has annointed each individual with talents, blessings, offerings, gifts, and graciousness to share. He has brought some through troubles so that they may minister to others; to share and ease their sufferings. He has divulged His passions to others to ignite a fire to follow a greater path. He greets every step in the correct direction with an uproar of jubilation.
He counts and numbers EVERY one!
Today . . . turn that minutia, that we are, into magnificence!
Do you understand what inference that brings? I have looked into the heavens of a crisp Wyoming sky. The stars were a sparkling blanket on an inky black bed. It was beautiful and awe-inspiring. To count those stars would have been an absurd task. If I could have possible gotten through the area I could see, I knew there was a whole lot of sky I could not view. The stars are infinite. And yet . . . He counts and numbers EVERY one.
We tiny people, here on earth, are just a blink-of-an-eye existence to God. We are miniscule fragments in a much larger picture. We are the frayed and frazzled threads with which He weaves his grandiose tapestries. And yet . . . He counts and numbers EVERY one! Each and every one of us is precious in His sight. We have a purpose and a plan before us. It is our will to fulfill that purpose and plan. It is His joy to see us do so. He has annointed each individual with talents, blessings, offerings, gifts, and graciousness to share. He has brought some through troubles so that they may minister to others; to share and ease their sufferings. He has divulged His passions to others to ignite a fire to follow a greater path. He greets every step in the correct direction with an uproar of jubilation.
He counts and numbers EVERY one!
Today . . . turn that minutia, that we are, into magnificence!
Monday, September 12, 2011
Forgiveness!
“To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.” ~Lewis B. Smedes
Has anyone ever made you mad? Taken something from you? Hurt your feelings? Violated you either physically, mentally, or emotionally? Stolen your innocence? Broke your heart? Lied to you? Let you down? Gossipped about you? If you said no, I'm thinking you probably live in a cave or in the woods or in a bubble. These things are part of life. Sad as they are . . . they occur!
With each hurt, lie, and violation, we develop a chip that we place upon our shoulder. When we are let down, broken-hearted, and lied about, we build a little bit higher wall around us so those things don't happen again. The miracle you hold within yourself is the power to forgive.
Being a rather loud individual, and somewhat opinionated, I have often gotten myself into trouble. I speak my mind. I also trust very easily and try to help those in need. Those are wonderful things until someone takes advantage of those generosities. I have been hurt more times than I can count. Been lied to, let down, belittled, forlorn, talked about, and angered. And, when I was a little younger, I carried all those feelings around with me. My yoke, it seemed, was not of wood but of concrete. I became bitter, isolated, and indignant. I realized this was not good.
I learned, little by little, that forgiveness is an incredible tool. Worthy of wielding like a Samurai sword. And when I sliced through those chains that bound me, I felt a little freer, a little less distressed, and much more content. I found that I gravitated toward folks who did the same and we grew, as a group, and as individuals. This forgiveness stuff was great! To leave that baggage at the door was an epiphany of enlightenment.
Mind you . . . I do NOT forget! Etched upon that sword are life's lessons and the things and folks to be wary of. I do not engage in futile fighting and have learned to simply walk away from those whose opines differ too much from mine. I have forgiven those that have done me wrong and I have chosen to dismantle, at least a little, the wall of security that stood so high around me. To walk about, free of encumbrances like distaste, hate, and hurt, is to stroll amidst the gifts that abound around us. There is so much to see if we allow ourselves that opportunity.
Lighten your load today. Forgive, just a little today. Tomorrow, forgive a little more.
It is a joyous freedom to find!
Has anyone ever made you mad? Taken something from you? Hurt your feelings? Violated you either physically, mentally, or emotionally? Stolen your innocence? Broke your heart? Lied to you? Let you down? Gossipped about you? If you said no, I'm thinking you probably live in a cave or in the woods or in a bubble. These things are part of life. Sad as they are . . . they occur!
With each hurt, lie, and violation, we develop a chip that we place upon our shoulder. When we are let down, broken-hearted, and lied about, we build a little bit higher wall around us so those things don't happen again. The miracle you hold within yourself is the power to forgive.
Being a rather loud individual, and somewhat opinionated, I have often gotten myself into trouble. I speak my mind. I also trust very easily and try to help those in need. Those are wonderful things until someone takes advantage of those generosities. I have been hurt more times than I can count. Been lied to, let down, belittled, forlorn, talked about, and angered. And, when I was a little younger, I carried all those feelings around with me. My yoke, it seemed, was not of wood but of concrete. I became bitter, isolated, and indignant. I realized this was not good.
I learned, little by little, that forgiveness is an incredible tool. Worthy of wielding like a Samurai sword. And when I sliced through those chains that bound me, I felt a little freer, a little less distressed, and much more content. I found that I gravitated toward folks who did the same and we grew, as a group, and as individuals. This forgiveness stuff was great! To leave that baggage at the door was an epiphany of enlightenment.
Mind you . . . I do NOT forget! Etched upon that sword are life's lessons and the things and folks to be wary of. I do not engage in futile fighting and have learned to simply walk away from those whose opines differ too much from mine. I have forgiven those that have done me wrong and I have chosen to dismantle, at least a little, the wall of security that stood so high around me. To walk about, free of encumbrances like distaste, hate, and hurt, is to stroll amidst the gifts that abound around us. There is so much to see if we allow ourselves that opportunity.
Lighten your load today. Forgive, just a little today. Tomorrow, forgive a little more.
It is a joyous freedom to find!
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Honor
Ten years ago, I know exactly where I was. I know I sat in my living room with my husband watching the day's horrendous attacks unfold. I know I let my neighbor come in to sit and cry with us because she didn't want to be home alone. I think the entire country did the same.
Today is a day for honor.
Honor all those first responders; the policemen, the firemen, the medics, who marched into the belly of the beast and clawed and fought their way to saving precious lives. Honor those regular Joes who went to their daily grind only to turn around and find an inner strength and fortitude to become extraordinary heroes in the face of such cowardly actions. Honor the passengers of United 93 who took control of their own destiny and brought the heathens to their knees and thwarted more destruction. Honor those family members with gaping holes in their hearts and in their lives that they may know that the rest of us will never forget their courage and their days on this earth. Honor the children who will grow up without mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, brothers, and sisters. Honor this country. The greatest country in the world, whose strength and pride did and will ALWAYS rise to meet any challenge presented to it!
September 11th is forged into the very soul of these United States! May we always remember to be UNITED! May the resolve we find in remembrance bring our patriotism to a boil every time we ponder this day. The steely grit that dwells within every American will be denied by no one. We are strong. We are swift. We are survivors!
Today, HONOR Shanksville, Washington, DC, New York City, and the United States. Honor your friends, your neighbors, your flag. Honor the rights we've been offered, and the freedoms that have been given to us by the fierceness of those who have gone before us.
God Bless the USA!!!
Today is a day for honor.
Honor all those first responders; the policemen, the firemen, the medics, who marched into the belly of the beast and clawed and fought their way to saving precious lives. Honor those regular Joes who went to their daily grind only to turn around and find an inner strength and fortitude to become extraordinary heroes in the face of such cowardly actions. Honor the passengers of United 93 who took control of their own destiny and brought the heathens to their knees and thwarted more destruction. Honor those family members with gaping holes in their hearts and in their lives that they may know that the rest of us will never forget their courage and their days on this earth. Honor the children who will grow up without mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, brothers, and sisters. Honor this country. The greatest country in the world, whose strength and pride did and will ALWAYS rise to meet any challenge presented to it!
September 11th is forged into the very soul of these United States! May we always remember to be UNITED! May the resolve we find in remembrance bring our patriotism to a boil every time we ponder this day. The steely grit that dwells within every American will be denied by no one. We are strong. We are swift. We are survivors!
Today, HONOR Shanksville, Washington, DC, New York City, and the United States. Honor your friends, your neighbors, your flag. Honor the rights we've been offered, and the freedoms that have been given to us by the fierceness of those who have gone before us.
God Bless the USA!!!
Friday, September 9, 2011
Hallelujah!
Mrs. Lottridge was a rather interesting choral director back in Accord, New York, but she managed to pull some absolutely phenomenal talents out of some very normal, unassuming, rural kids.
One of my favorite memories of high school was chorus. It was filled with lots of fun and frivolity, but since my eldest brother had taken the stage in choir, I was mesmerized by the Christmas Concert constant of the Hallelujah Chorus. Not only is it just an incredible piece of music; very moving in its lyrics and musical capacity, but Mrs. Lottridge had construed this wonderful option every year at the concert. The Hallelujah Chorus was ALWAYS the last song of the evening. Prior to the piece, she would turn around to the audience and invite past choir members, parents, faculty, and any schlep off the street to come and join them and sing with them. When my brother, Cal, stood and sang this song on that stage that first year . . . I was hooked! I couldn't wait to get there!
I remember learning the alto and soprano parts so I could sing whichever one I wanted. I remember that each year, it seemed to be a tighter fit and more folks joined in. I remember the Beach girls singing that soprano piece and just having my jaw go slack. They sang amazingly! I remember Mr. Kelly in that deep, deep voice just booming through the auditorium. But as much as you could pick out certain voices during certain parts, the unity of ALL those people coming together was just absolutely beautiful! It gave me goosebumps the first time. It gives me goosebumps just thinking about it now! And I remember my senior year, having folks packed on the stage, down the stairs, and hardly anyone left in their chairs. It was glorious!
King of kings, and Lord of lords,
And He shall reign,
And He shall reign forever and ever,
King of kings, forever and ever,
And Lord of lords,
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
As we enter this solemn weekend together; facing flooding, wild fires, tropical activity, terrorist threats and our own personal trials; let us remember that although we lost so very many lives ten years ago, the days immediately following were as inspiring as any I've known in my near half-century of life. We all came together! We were ONE! There was not a house without an American flag on it, near it, or attached to it. The pride of patriotism ran thick in every vein across this great country. We were ONE! The toll was great . . . a single life is too many. But the total was truly minimal in comparison to the amount of people traffic normally moving through those sites. Our first responders, medical personnel, and everyday heroes shone like brilliant beacons of what this nation's people are all about. We are ONE! Mrs. Lottridge, funny how little things we create come full circle sometimes if only viewed in the right light! Be comforted, this weekend and always, knowing that HE is in control.
King of kings!
Lord of lords!
For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth!
H A L L E L U J A H ! ! !
One of my favorite memories of high school was chorus. It was filled with lots of fun and frivolity, but since my eldest brother had taken the stage in choir, I was mesmerized by the Christmas Concert constant of the Hallelujah Chorus. Not only is it just an incredible piece of music; very moving in its lyrics and musical capacity, but Mrs. Lottridge had construed this wonderful option every year at the concert. The Hallelujah Chorus was ALWAYS the last song of the evening. Prior to the piece, she would turn around to the audience and invite past choir members, parents, faculty, and any schlep off the street to come and join them and sing with them. When my brother, Cal, stood and sang this song on that stage that first year . . . I was hooked! I couldn't wait to get there!
I remember learning the alto and soprano parts so I could sing whichever one I wanted. I remember that each year, it seemed to be a tighter fit and more folks joined in. I remember the Beach girls singing that soprano piece and just having my jaw go slack. They sang amazingly! I remember Mr. Kelly in that deep, deep voice just booming through the auditorium. But as much as you could pick out certain voices during certain parts, the unity of ALL those people coming together was just absolutely beautiful! It gave me goosebumps the first time. It gives me goosebumps just thinking about it now! And I remember my senior year, having folks packed on the stage, down the stairs, and hardly anyone left in their chairs. It was glorious!
King of kings, and Lord of lords,
And He shall reign,
And He shall reign forever and ever,
King of kings, forever and ever,
And Lord of lords,
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
As we enter this solemn weekend together; facing flooding, wild fires, tropical activity, terrorist threats and our own personal trials; let us remember that although we lost so very many lives ten years ago, the days immediately following were as inspiring as any I've known in my near half-century of life. We all came together! We were ONE! There was not a house without an American flag on it, near it, or attached to it. The pride of patriotism ran thick in every vein across this great country. We were ONE! The toll was great . . . a single life is too many. But the total was truly minimal in comparison to the amount of people traffic normally moving through those sites. Our first responders, medical personnel, and everyday heroes shone like brilliant beacons of what this nation's people are all about. We are ONE! Mrs. Lottridge, funny how little things we create come full circle sometimes if only viewed in the right light! Be comforted, this weekend and always, knowing that HE is in control.
King of kings!
Lord of lords!
For the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth!
H A L L E L U J A H ! ! !
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Share Happiness!
Wrapped in an embrace, you cannot help but feel secure! A hug is the shortest distance between friends!
Hugs are a tool of the heart! Hugs can convey a myriad of emotions. A hug can calm. A hug can support. A hug can tempt. A hug can confirm. A hug can say hello. A hug can prolong a goodbye . . . something us Rider folks are WAY too good at! A hug can share sadness. A hug can share elation. A hug can do all sorts of things.
The best part of hugs is that when you give one, it is next to impossible NOT to receive one in return. It is a reciprocal reverie of radiance! Rarely can one simple act do so much.
Do not squelch the hug. Don't savor them for only special moments. Given freely, the hug returns to you ten-fold and brings with it joy and stability. Hug! Hold! Share Happiness!
Hugs are a tool of the heart! Hugs can convey a myriad of emotions. A hug can calm. A hug can support. A hug can tempt. A hug can confirm. A hug can say hello. A hug can prolong a goodbye . . . something us Rider folks are WAY too good at! A hug can share sadness. A hug can share elation. A hug can do all sorts of things.
The best part of hugs is that when you give one, it is next to impossible NOT to receive one in return. It is a reciprocal reverie of radiance! Rarely can one simple act do so much.
Do not squelch the hug. Don't savor them for only special moments. Given freely, the hug returns to you ten-fold and brings with it joy and stability. Hug! Hold! Share Happiness!
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Give It Up!
When my children began school, I was working. Hubby and I decided we would do whatever was necessary for me to always be home with them after school, so work became part time. At school, though, I signed up for the obligatory parental volunteering. When my son was diagnosed with Dermatomyositis, work took a back seat and I needed to be available whenever for appointments and therapies and such. So . . . I ventured into the inundating, overwhelming, extremely rewarding job of volunteering!
I helped in the office, I helped in the clinic, I did projects for teachers, helped at events, and enveloped myself in everything to be closer to my kids. I helped create 5th grade t-shirts; something I still adore doing and both my kids are in college! I began mentoring and continue that today - a beneficial task for student AND mentor! I highly recommend it! Middle school proved to be a vast expanse of volunteering options. I hooked myself up with a variety of teachers and tasks, worked the front office and phones, mentored, took over the school newsletter, and whatever else was asked. High school I helped the volunteer coordinator and continued to mentor.
Between elementary and middle school, with the granting of Miles' dream from The Children's Dream Fund, we decided to begin giving back. We began volunteering at the All Children's Hospital Telethon, raising money for and awareness of the hospital and The Dream Fund. Car washes, bowling, Gatherings, speaking in Washington, DC, more telethons. I then found a way to join a local guild for All Children's. This became a passion for me. These two groups are something I will advocate for throughout my final breath!
When simply going through the motions, volunteering was basically just "the right thing to do." When faced with altered circumstances, volunteering became my difference maker. I may not change the earth's course; cure leukemia (although I wish I could); or take the dark out of night. And believe me when I say that there were MAJOR bumps in the volunteering highway. But to make a little bit of better is an opportunity and a feeling I do not want to give up easily! In speaking with a dear friend yesterday, we tossed around the possible horrors of volunteering, and we both concluded that the good far outweighs the things and people that don't really matter and never will. Those with self-imposed directives and the "all-about-me" complex will inevitably fall to the wayside, making a much clearer path for those of us who selflessly proceed toward a goal beyond ourselves!
Not all of us are privileged enough to donate our time or ourselves. However, should you find yourself with a few extra minutes a week, find your fondness and fulfill a greater need. Love reading? Head to the library and see if you can assist in an adult literary course. Love sports? Check out the local leagues and see if you can coach or referee. Love critters? Animal shelters are always looking for helping hands. Love building? There is Habitat for Humanity and a hundred more just like it. Love kids? Come play with me!
Give it up! Just a little bit of your time and energy can make a tremendous difference. More importantly, a little bit of your time and energy can make the beginnings of a tiny difference. Volunteering . . . it does a body good!
I helped in the office, I helped in the clinic, I did projects for teachers, helped at events, and enveloped myself in everything to be closer to my kids. I helped create 5th grade t-shirts; something I still adore doing and both my kids are in college! I began mentoring and continue that today - a beneficial task for student AND mentor! I highly recommend it! Middle school proved to be a vast expanse of volunteering options. I hooked myself up with a variety of teachers and tasks, worked the front office and phones, mentored, took over the school newsletter, and whatever else was asked. High school I helped the volunteer coordinator and continued to mentor.
Between elementary and middle school, with the granting of Miles' dream from The Children's Dream Fund, we decided to begin giving back. We began volunteering at the All Children's Hospital Telethon, raising money for and awareness of the hospital and The Dream Fund. Car washes, bowling, Gatherings, speaking in Washington, DC, more telethons. I then found a way to join a local guild for All Children's. This became a passion for me. These two groups are something I will advocate for throughout my final breath!
When simply going through the motions, volunteering was basically just "the right thing to do." When faced with altered circumstances, volunteering became my difference maker. I may not change the earth's course; cure leukemia (although I wish I could); or take the dark out of night. And believe me when I say that there were MAJOR bumps in the volunteering highway. But to make a little bit of better is an opportunity and a feeling I do not want to give up easily! In speaking with a dear friend yesterday, we tossed around the possible horrors of volunteering, and we both concluded that the good far outweighs the things and people that don't really matter and never will. Those with self-imposed directives and the "all-about-me" complex will inevitably fall to the wayside, making a much clearer path for those of us who selflessly proceed toward a goal beyond ourselves!
Not all of us are privileged enough to donate our time or ourselves. However, should you find yourself with a few extra minutes a week, find your fondness and fulfill a greater need. Love reading? Head to the library and see if you can assist in an adult literary course. Love sports? Check out the local leagues and see if you can coach or referee. Love critters? Animal shelters are always looking for helping hands. Love building? There is Habitat for Humanity and a hundred more just like it. Love kids? Come play with me!
Give it up! Just a little bit of your time and energy can make a tremendous difference. More importantly, a little bit of your time and energy can make the beginnings of a tiny difference. Volunteering . . . it does a body good!
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Recess!
A friend of mine recently sent me a great list of "The Good Times," a list of simpler things and an easier, less encumbered life. So today, I offer a majority of you a moment to reflect on just a few of my favorites that really hit home and to take a break from your daily grind for a brief recess . . .
Hide and seek,
Kickball and dodgeball,
Hopscotch and jump rope,
Tag!
Saturday morning cartoons,
Catching lightning bugs,
Running through anybody's sprinklers,
Icepops with two sticks - to share with a friend!
Climbing trees,
Swinging as high as you can,
Jumping off the swingset,
Jumping in leaf piles!
Cards in your spokes,
Mulberry fights,
Finding cloud figures,
Kool-aid!
Eeny-meeny, miny, mo,
Do-over,
One potato, two potato,
52 card pick-up!
Helping neighbors,
Moms were home after school,
ANY mom could discipline ANY kid,
Respect!
Fun lasted all day,
Board games lasted for weeks,
We drank from the hose,
We were exhausted from playing.
Take your own trip down memory lane. I'm certain a fair amount of you are smiling, rolling around a recollection or two. I hope it helps you through your day!
Hide and seek,
Kickball and dodgeball,
Hopscotch and jump rope,
Tag!
Saturday morning cartoons,
Catching lightning bugs,
Running through anybody's sprinklers,
Icepops with two sticks - to share with a friend!
Climbing trees,
Swinging as high as you can,
Jumping off the swingset,
Jumping in leaf piles!
Cards in your spokes,
Mulberry fights,
Finding cloud figures,
Kool-aid!
Eeny-meeny, miny, mo,
Do-over,
One potato, two potato,
52 card pick-up!
Helping neighbors,
Moms were home after school,
ANY mom could discipline ANY kid,
Respect!
Fun lasted all day,
Board games lasted for weeks,
We drank from the hose,
We were exhausted from playing.
Take your own trip down memory lane. I'm certain a fair amount of you are smiling, rolling around a recollection or two. I hope it helps you through your day!
Monday, September 5, 2011
100%
This little life lesson is one of the toughest I've ever had the privilege of tackling. After 40+ years, I'm still tested with this and I started early with my kids in hopes that they would get it way quicker than myself. It is rougher than most because it challenges us constantly and changes all the time.
I cannot recall where I heard it, or when I heard it, but believe me; when it settled upon my ears it was one of those "aha" moments. One where you sit up and say to yourself, "Oh my! How completely profound!" And then look around hoping no one saw you talking to yourself!
The statement (and pardon the pronouns) went something like this:
Just because he doesn't love you the way you want him to; doesn't mean he doesn't love you with everything he is.
Now, and I speak for myself, there are days when I wish my husband would bring me flowers, tell me the house looks great, tuck my hair behind my ear, and plant one of those "there's more coming later" types of kisses on me. That happens about once every 22 years! But . . . that doesn't mean that the usual "What's burning? Did you vacuum the pool? We're having that for dinner?" doesn't carry with it the weight of his entire heart. I am certain that his affections underscore each and every word. I cannot force his actions, but I believe with all my heart that he loves me with every ounce of his being. And know that, on occasion, he pulls the proverbial rug out from under me with lines like, "You have sexy toes," (the day after giving birth to Deanna) or "You have the skin of a 19 year old." (On my 45th birthday.) Those days . . . I stand in awe!
To be loved by another person is such a gift. Don't try to manipulate it. Accept it for all that it is, in whatever form it may come. I cannot ask hubby to quote poetry, but sometimes the words that spill from his mouth put Angelou to shame. I cannot ask for horsedrawn carriages and rose petal carpets, but there are days when dinner and a night in at my house would certainly make Miss Middleton a little jealous. I cannot force him to expose his heart and his feelings; but when he chooses to open up, it is among the rarest of gifts I have ever received.
Be patient. Be receptive. Don't judge the giver. Accept what's offered. It is beautiful! And it is 100% of him.
I cannot recall where I heard it, or when I heard it, but believe me; when it settled upon my ears it was one of those "aha" moments. One where you sit up and say to yourself, "Oh my! How completely profound!" And then look around hoping no one saw you talking to yourself!
The statement (and pardon the pronouns) went something like this:
Just because he doesn't love you the way you want him to; doesn't mean he doesn't love you with everything he is.
Now, and I speak for myself, there are days when I wish my husband would bring me flowers, tell me the house looks great, tuck my hair behind my ear, and plant one of those "there's more coming later" types of kisses on me. That happens about once every 22 years! But . . . that doesn't mean that the usual "What's burning? Did you vacuum the pool? We're having that for dinner?" doesn't carry with it the weight of his entire heart. I am certain that his affections underscore each and every word. I cannot force his actions, but I believe with all my heart that he loves me with every ounce of his being. And know that, on occasion, he pulls the proverbial rug out from under me with lines like, "You have sexy toes," (the day after giving birth to Deanna) or "You have the skin of a 19 year old." (On my 45th birthday.) Those days . . . I stand in awe!
To be loved by another person is such a gift. Don't try to manipulate it. Accept it for all that it is, in whatever form it may come. I cannot ask hubby to quote poetry, but sometimes the words that spill from his mouth put Angelou to shame. I cannot ask for horsedrawn carriages and rose petal carpets, but there are days when dinner and a night in at my house would certainly make Miss Middleton a little jealous. I cannot force him to expose his heart and his feelings; but when he chooses to open up, it is among the rarest of gifts I have ever received.
Be patient. Be receptive. Don't judge the giver. Accept what's offered. It is beautiful! And it is 100% of him.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Victory
It was the first couple of days of 8th grade. I was very hesitant about entering advanced math. I knew, at the time, that I adored math but wasn't sure I'd be able to keep up with the likes of Timi, Paul, Frank, and others. So, in typical Lyn fashion, when the teacher posed the question, "Does anyone know what LINEAR means?" I boldly raised my hand. The teacher smiled, thrilled for such eager participation so early in the year, and said, "Yes, Miss Rider." Clear as day, I said, "More like me?" The entire class erupted into laughter. It kind of eased the tension, but the teacher didn't find it very funny.
And that little quip brings me to one of my favorite Ch-Angels.
My husband, Victor.
For about 22 years now, I have been by this man's side. He leads when he needs to. He follows when it's best. But most times, we walk together, side-by-side, through whatever storms life may throw at us or through beautiful moments of pure bliss. We play together. We work out together. We work together. We worry together. We share together. We laugh together. We cry together. We reminisce together. We sweat together. We hope together. We talk together. We raise absolutely amazing children together. We plan together. We love each other.
He stumbled over himself the first day he met me. I was dressed and coming from a modeling class to apply for a hostess position at his restaurant. He fought his other manager to open the door and interview me. And the first thing I saw, coming across that parking lot, were those incredibly deep dimples framing a perfectly inviting smile. The rest, as they say, is history.
He is my strength, my support, my teacher, my student, my playmate, my friend, my lover, my soul mate, and my life. One look into those warmest of brown eyes just makes me melt. He holds me together when I am falling apart. He keeps me focused when I am distracted. He makes me laugh when I am near to crying. He speaks one simple line and I fall in love all over again like some giddy high school sixteen year old.
He makes me want to be a better person. He takes my heart when he takes my hand; and he can hold them both forever. Life is not always a perfect little picnic; but with him as my constant companion, I am certain that we can do anything together.
He is my own sweet Victor-y.
And that little quip brings me to one of my favorite Ch-Angels.
My husband, Victor.
For about 22 years now, I have been by this man's side. He leads when he needs to. He follows when it's best. But most times, we walk together, side-by-side, through whatever storms life may throw at us or through beautiful moments of pure bliss. We play together. We work out together. We work together. We worry together. We share together. We laugh together. We cry together. We reminisce together. We sweat together. We hope together. We talk together. We raise absolutely amazing children together. We plan together. We love each other.
He stumbled over himself the first day he met me. I was dressed and coming from a modeling class to apply for a hostess position at his restaurant. He fought his other manager to open the door and interview me. And the first thing I saw, coming across that parking lot, were those incredibly deep dimples framing a perfectly inviting smile. The rest, as they say, is history.
He is my strength, my support, my teacher, my student, my playmate, my friend, my lover, my soul mate, and my life. One look into those warmest of brown eyes just makes me melt. He holds me together when I am falling apart. He keeps me focused when I am distracted. He makes me laugh when I am near to crying. He speaks one simple line and I fall in love all over again like some giddy high school sixteen year old.
He makes me want to be a better person. He takes my heart when he takes my hand; and he can hold them both forever. Life is not always a perfect little picnic; but with him as my constant companion, I am certain that we can do anything together.
He is my own sweet Victor-y.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Survive and Smile!
Life's sweet equalization can make you a little loopy, right?
I've got a dear, sweet friend of mine who is about to burst with excitement over her upcoming second marriage to a man who treats her as she should be treated, enjoys sharing her favorite activities, and just makes her about as happy as I have ever seen her. I've got another dear friend whose husband of more than twenty years cannot decide what makes him happy, and so he wanders, leaving her and her family in a limbo full of questions and doubts.
I've got the sheer joy of heading to the gym on a regular basis with my son who consistently beats me around the racquetball court. It's just a little while, a couple of times a week, but it is a sweaty few hours that I cherish for many, many different reasons. Then there is the balance issue and continuous thumping in my head, unexplainable by more than one physician, that detracts; not only from racquetball and my precious time with my son, but from life in general.
I've got the indefinable thrill of being able to write this blog most every day, devote time to poetic inspiration, and offer my graphic talents to local schools and incredible projects. It is a bit disenchanting to know that my reward is not monetary cause I could surely use a paycheck.
There is a Yang for every Yin. There is a Negative for every Positive. There is a Closure for every Opening. There is a Pull for every Push. The trick of navigating through the nonsense is to grab those positive parts and hold on for dear life.
I celebrate with my pre-marital girlfriend. I comfort the other. I thrive on my racquetball losses. I tend to my issues after. I write with the passion God granted me and my payment is often much greater than any monetary value.
The great equalizer of life . . . is death. Live for the moment. Breathe in the now. Take on your negatives as an integral part of your positives. Push me. Pull me. Survive and Smile!
I've got a dear, sweet friend of mine who is about to burst with excitement over her upcoming second marriage to a man who treats her as she should be treated, enjoys sharing her favorite activities, and just makes her about as happy as I have ever seen her. I've got another dear friend whose husband of more than twenty years cannot decide what makes him happy, and so he wanders, leaving her and her family in a limbo full of questions and doubts.
I've got the sheer joy of heading to the gym on a regular basis with my son who consistently beats me around the racquetball court. It's just a little while, a couple of times a week, but it is a sweaty few hours that I cherish for many, many different reasons. Then there is the balance issue and continuous thumping in my head, unexplainable by more than one physician, that detracts; not only from racquetball and my precious time with my son, but from life in general.
I've got the indefinable thrill of being able to write this blog most every day, devote time to poetic inspiration, and offer my graphic talents to local schools and incredible projects. It is a bit disenchanting to know that my reward is not monetary cause I could surely use a paycheck.
There is a Yang for every Yin. There is a Negative for every Positive. There is a Closure for every Opening. There is a Pull for every Push. The trick of navigating through the nonsense is to grab those positive parts and hold on for dear life.
I celebrate with my pre-marital girlfriend. I comfort the other. I thrive on my racquetball losses. I tend to my issues after. I write with the passion God granted me and my payment is often much greater than any monetary value.
The great equalizer of life . . . is death. Live for the moment. Breathe in the now. Take on your negatives as an integral part of your positives. Push me. Pull me. Survive and Smile!
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Mood Music
Music is a beautiful tool.
I have been privileged to be around music my entire life. Growing up in rural New York, not only did my parents have a steady band gig every Saturday night, but my brothers also started a band. The Night Owls and Emanon (Which is "no name" backwards. They were not the most creative people). We also had family band night. My house always had musical instruments everywhere. I am not proficient at ANY instrument, but because of being surrounded with those opportunities, I can pick out a tune on the piano, clarinet, flute, bassoon, trumpet, trombone, saxophone, and more. I can also play the drums and sang in more chorus concerts and competitions than I care to remember. And, although the results of family band night might have left a bit to be desired, the music always moved me!
Throughout middle and high school, my favorite part of gymnastics was floor. My senior year music was Flight of the Bumblebee. I was in heaven on those mats. Move to 18 or 19 years old and you couldn't keep me off Joe's East/West dance floor. I would go with groups of friends and spend the whole night dancing. At 19 or 20, I delved into the world of Aerobics ~ so very huge at the time. I trained to be an instructor. I simply adored moving to the music and actually benefitting with a workout, all at the same time. Through my body building era came the hard rock and heavy metal phase. Then came the children and I was back at lullabies and loving it all over again.
I know, thanks to my mom, music from the 20's and 30's thru the 50's and 60's. From my brothers, I grew to love the 50's through the 80's. Through activities and sports, I've acquired a vast expanse of admiration for all sorts of tunes. The single most effective outlet readily available. If you are melancholoy and want to wade into wallowing . . . music will take you there. If you are sad and want to cheer up . . . music is a fantastic method of transport. Want assistance cleaning or accomplishing a task? Turn up the tunes. Want to drop a few pounds? Twist or Zumba yourself to oblivion. Or perhaps, you'd like to 'find your happy place'? A few strategic classicals will take you there in moments.
Music really does 'soothe the savage beast'. It does a whole lot more too. It is a gift that is literally at your fingertips. Today, I wish you music for your mood! Enjoy!
I have been privileged to be around music my entire life. Growing up in rural New York, not only did my parents have a steady band gig every Saturday night, but my brothers also started a band. The Night Owls and Emanon (Which is "no name" backwards. They were not the most creative people). We also had family band night. My house always had musical instruments everywhere. I am not proficient at ANY instrument, but because of being surrounded with those opportunities, I can pick out a tune on the piano, clarinet, flute, bassoon, trumpet, trombone, saxophone, and more. I can also play the drums and sang in more chorus concerts and competitions than I care to remember. And, although the results of family band night might have left a bit to be desired, the music always moved me!
Throughout middle and high school, my favorite part of gymnastics was floor. My senior year music was Flight of the Bumblebee. I was in heaven on those mats. Move to 18 or 19 years old and you couldn't keep me off Joe's East/West dance floor. I would go with groups of friends and spend the whole night dancing. At 19 or 20, I delved into the world of Aerobics ~ so very huge at the time. I trained to be an instructor. I simply adored moving to the music and actually benefitting with a workout, all at the same time. Through my body building era came the hard rock and heavy metal phase. Then came the children and I was back at lullabies and loving it all over again.
I know, thanks to my mom, music from the 20's and 30's thru the 50's and 60's. From my brothers, I grew to love the 50's through the 80's. Through activities and sports, I've acquired a vast expanse of admiration for all sorts of tunes. The single most effective outlet readily available. If you are melancholoy and want to wade into wallowing . . . music will take you there. If you are sad and want to cheer up . . . music is a fantastic method of transport. Want assistance cleaning or accomplishing a task? Turn up the tunes. Want to drop a few pounds? Twist or Zumba yourself to oblivion. Or perhaps, you'd like to 'find your happy place'? A few strategic classicals will take you there in moments.
Music really does 'soothe the savage beast'. It does a whole lot more too. It is a gift that is literally at your fingertips. Today, I wish you music for your mood! Enjoy!
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