My mind a jumble
My heart hard as an iron weight
Seeks a quiet place.
My creativity seems to have gone to Cleveland for the week. Nothing is flowing, so I have been reading, and playing solitaire. I’m getting pretty good. I’m on the hunt for a good book. Something to spark my imagination, and settle my restlessness.
I could weed the front flower bed……but I would rather read.
Today I am grateful for my family, my work, and my dogs. I’m grateful for reminders that all will be well.
Do you ever feel like that cat, waiting for someone to finish reading something?
I don’t know too many people who wake up in eager anticipation of cleaning the house.
“Yea! I get to clean the toilets!” Nope? Not you? Me neither.
One thing I will say about house cleaning, once it is done, I have a profound satisfaction in sitting back in my freshly cleaned home and enjoying a few minutes of enjoying a job well done.
It is a small job. It is generally a thankless job. It is a personal job. One person’s measure of clean is another’s nightmare. But it is a job where I enjoy the finished product, until it gets dirty and I have to start again.
So today I made a bit of a game of things. I put on Frozen and dusted to “Let it Go”. I had the kitchen fully finished by the time Anna threw the snowball at the snow monster. The bathrooms were finished by the time Anna was thawed out and Hans was dumped in the Fjord. So next was Despicable Me 2, and I was finished vacuuming by the Cinco de Mayo party.
A load of laundry folded and put away, and the pantry straightened out with a new grocery list finished by the time Lucy and Gru get launched on the shark.
It is easy to dread having to do the endless, thankless chore, dreading the maintenance of life is drain.
I’m determined not to have too many drains in my life. I want to flow like a fountain, even if I’m pumping the same pool of water continually. Keeping that gratitude and energy flowing is worth the effort.
Today I’m grateful that I am healthy and strong enough to clean my home. I’m grateful that I’m done cleaning and get to enjoy some quiet before the boys get back, and the kitchen becomes dirty again.
Whatever chore you are facing, I hope you will take the time to do it well, and smile in satisfaction when it is done.
We started seeing these little dirt mounds…they were quite mysterious.
Was it a mole? How many were there? Would they kill the trees?
Nope it’s a Gopher, and they could be quite destructive to everything.
So my husband, the hunter, decided to Get that Gopher.
He tried traps.
He tried moth balls to drive the critters away.
We read that there is a type of snake that could “get that gopher”, I wasn’t up to dealing with snakes.
There are poisons…couldn’t do that, it could hurt the dogs if they found it.
In the end, my hunter man uncovered the tunnel, sat in wait, and came face to face with the tunneling terror tearing up the turf!
Then shot him with a pellet gun.
Life in the suburbs can be very dangerous for gophers.
Wonderful Blog Post from Humpty Dumpty Mural Magic. Enjoy.
“Part of the problem with the word ‘disabilities’ is that it immediately suggests an inability to see or hear or walk or do other things that many of us take for granted.
But what of people who can’t feel?
Or talk about their feelings?
Or manage their feelings in constructive ways?
What of people who aren’t able to form close and strong relationships?
And people who cannot find fulfillment in their lives, or those who have lost hope, who live in disappointment and bitterness and find in life no joy, no love?
Fred Rogers, The world according to Mister Rogers: Important Things to Remember
You are the connection between possibility and expression.
You are the miracle, the means, through which thoughts and intentions are transformed into things and experiences.
By your very existence, you make life happen.
With your love you make…
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Have you ever gotten an unexpected compliment, pat on the back, or simple appreciation you weren’t expecting?
Isn’t it amazing how it lifts you up from the inside?
Have you ever given someone a compliment, and seen their surprised smile and watched them be lifted up?
I would have to say that encouraging others and watching them be lifted up, lifts me higher and refreshes me more than receiving the compliment.
It is a true example to me, that it is “better to give than receive”.
So, in saying that, my goal for the rest of this week is to find a way to encourage others. Whether that is a simple act of kindness, a word, a smile, or buying the coffee for the person behind me, I will find a way to do some good this week.
My goodness it has been a week. Ups and downs, tears and little successes, good sleep and sleepless nights, exercise and laziness all in one week.
Spontaneous rhyme by Wendy
The little girl who yearned
For the kind words and praise
Turned into the woman who
Turned to God and learned to love His ways
She falls at times and stumbles
But picks herself up again
For we never fail by falling
But win in rising again
Wondering who she would be
She tried things not her style
She learned who she was not
Which was quite worth her while
She grows confident in herself
Through both success and fights
She finds joy in daily being
Knowing everything will be all right
She has learned one little secret
A simple one at best
Trust in The Lord with all your heart
And He will give you rest.
His gentle voice provides for me
The yearnings of my young girls heart
The words of praise and encouragement
Knowing that we will never part.
Being a work in progress is not a bad thing. I am learning better and better how to dig up the gnarled and ancient root of rejection that has grown throughout my soul. I think that I am starting to make some progress.
As you go into your weekend, I wish you joy, ease, and fun. Hug up all that you love and enjoy them.
“If the king is in the palace nobody looks at the walls.”
“By fault of our dulness and selfishness, we are looking up to nature, but when we are convalescent, nature will look up to us. We see the foaming brook with compunction; if our own life flowed with the right energy, we should shame the brook.”
Excerpt From: Ralph Waldo Emerson. “Essays by Ralph Waldo Emerson.” iBooks.
Photo credit Top Inspired
It is amazing at the largeness of presence some people have. When their authority enters a room, it commands attention. They command attention.
As Believers, we are kings and priests, according to the word. What if we practiced that presence and authority daily, and created energy and flowing abundance wherever we went?
Nature would indeed look up to us if our lives flowed with the right energy.
Thunder clouds roll in
Each peal rolls down my frame
Through my arms and out of my fingers
Lightning flashes in my eyes
The rumbling roll of the storm
Comes through my voice
As I rain on all around me
The wind howls
It lashes out at the ground
Driving, pushing, chasing all in the way
I am the storm
The storm is me
Awaiting the breaking dawn
And the quiet that comes
When the storm ceases
Today, I am grateful for friends who “get me”, for the ceasing of the storm, for the storm itself, for storming energy that leaves me peaceful and calm. I’m grateful for the creativity that bubbled up in the night. It had been too long since the words had flowed.
Storms come, we can choose to use their energy or be blown away by them.