You are worth every minute.
Today I’m very grateful for time, sweet puppy dogs, breath, life, and my heart beat.
They’ve done the research, and the numbers are in: Selfie related deaths world wide are on the rise. They now outpace death by shark attack.
When I found the article earlier this week, I was amazed that they found so many incidents in such public places.
One incident was at the Taj Mahal, a tourist taking a selfie fell down the stairs. Another incedent in Pamplona, Spain. A man running with the Bulls stopped to take a selfie and was gored. Both men perished.
I wonder how many incedents are missed? I wonder how many used selfie sticks? Those get complicated… With the blue tooth, the remote, just saying. They can distract you.
My friend and I used a selfie stick for this one on a cable car in San Francisco…our lives were in peril the whole time. Who knew that the Sharks were just beyond us in the bay.
We could have been tossed from the car, and dashed to bits rolling down those steep hills.
Or! We could have been attacked by lobsters on fisherman’s wharf?
See my friend Cindy’s right hand holding the selfie stick, thumb on the button?
So for my selfie taking friends, be careful….especially in public places like Pamplona, and the Taj Mahal. Leave your phones in the car, but if you have to take them, please have a 3rd party take your picture.
Be safe out there my friends.
In the quiet,
my mind wanders, so I catch it
and pin it down.
Look to the sky
Look to the stars
Look, my love, Look around.
This time of quiet has me thinking, maybe too much. Feeling stuck, as I do, I’m craning my neck about to see things in a new light, from a new angle, and a new perspective. I’m asking myself ‘what am I missing?’ and searching for it.
My friend Staci from A God Colored Girl In a Grey World posted a beautiful work and poem on the 16th about the transformation of the butterfly.
Feeling a little wormy, and a little stuck in my cocoon, I tried a little adjustment today in my perspective to get a better view. I’m just a bit weepy over it, but I’m sure all will be well tomorrow (later this morning, anyway). That’s why I’m up at 2:34 am writing on my blog……I know, I know….Go to bed.
Today, I’m grateful for time to read great blogs, respond to lovely comments, for friends, zumba, and something good coming my way.
I’ve dug in the dirt.
Played with my bees.
Made apple pies.
Cleaned my house.
Took some classes.
Danced till I dropped.
Tried yoga and stretched.
I’ve read new books.
Can a person change?
It’s still me.
I’m still here.
Still the same me…
Have I been forgotten?
Is there a future, like in the promises?
Is there one for me too?
Abraham waited 20 years.
David waited 13.
Can I continue to wait, and be quiet?
In my bull headed fashion, I pushed back with all my might and ended up a mess by the end of the day. Exhausted, weepy, and grouchy…the trifecta of fun for my family.
When the movie threatened a double feature on me today, I put on my ” Oh, Hell No ” tee shirt and headed to Zumba.
Pony tail drip achieved, sweaty hugs to all my gal pals, and something good happened to me when I got home. I was able to put on some slacks that hadn’t fit in 6 months. They zipped without pinching. Yea Zumba!
Why didn’t I try on those pants yesterday? I could have had my “something good” a day earlier!
Something good must be coming my way, because I’m swamped with distractions that say differently.
So I am choosing to believe in the good, the noble, and the positive until my face gets the message and puts on a smile.
Am I referring to exciting little boxes of sparkling joy? No.
Let me tell you a little story.
My husband bought 3 gallons of primer for the barn. In his always “thinking ahead way” he had the primer tinted to get close to the final color of Olive Green.
Plans changed for the barn, and the paint wasn’t needed. So guess what? It got to be used for the Bee Boxes.
This is also the home for our new “all American” Queen. She’s a melting pot of Italian, Carniolan, Russian, and Buckfast. We just installed a Nuc into the 10 frame hive of Tiffany Blue.
If the hubs had proceeded with the primer, I wonder what the neighbors would have thought seeing the barn painted this color, even if it was short lived? (Not quite olive green, eh? I laughed myself silly!)
So…the bee boxes. We have two yellow, and two Tiffany blue, with coordinating supers, and feeders.
I got thinking about how we could creatively name our hive boxes to keep better records. We’ve got them numbered right now, and that seems a bit boring.
I started off with something light from Harry Potter…..I thought I might name them after the Magical Creatures from the series: Buckbeak, the Hippogriff, Fauks, the Phoenix, Hedwig, the Owl, and Crookshanks, the cat. The Hubs wasn’t having it.
So I tried Lord of the Rings…. Frodo, Merri, Pippin, and Samwise. Shot down a second time.
So I recommended Shakespeare…..Romeo, Caesar, Puck? Nope, Nope, Nope.
Famous authors…Frost, Emerson, Whitman, Flynn! Hubs. “Who?”
How about famous castles? Nope.
How about historic queens? Nope.
Famous Jewelry Stores….Tiffany’s, Cartier, Harry Winston, Bulgari? (Hint, hint.). Husband, stares blankly.
My man….he’s always thinking. He says “Minions. Look at the colors!”
I laughed so hard. Minions!
So I’m thinking that now we are the Despicable Bee Ranch.
Dave, Larry, Bob…we need a toy!
It better come in a Tiffany Blue Box, and sparkle.
If so, I want a space ship, and a secret lab!
And a Tiffany Blue box with something authentically sparkling inside.
The wind changed. From west to north, the wind changed direction and blew away the clouds, the humidity, and brought the cool northern air.
How beautiful to sit outside to have coffee and enjoy the cool morning air.
Fall is on the way, even it we got to 92 today. I will take the 60 degree evenings.
I’m grateful for rain, sunshine after the rain, cooler weather, coffee with my man, enjoying the quiet.
I added Yoga to my exersize routine in mid-July. It’s an hour long Hatha Yoga class on Tuesdays and Thursday’s. So we focus on breathing. We ground a pose, find our breath, and hold the pose.
I had never focused on breathing before, and I have found it relaxing and enjoyable.
Something so simple. Breath in, breath out. Breath in 2,3,4…Breath out 2,3,4,5. Repeat.
In the quest to reinvent myself, I’ve started with the most basic necessities. My breathing.
One of the tricky parts of reinvention is the fact, it’s still me at the end of the day. It will always be me.
So, breathing is underway. Thinking is underway. Training my body with exersize, and training my mind with casting down negativity, and doubt and focusing on positivity, strength, and learning new things.
I breath in the beauty of my future. I breath out the creativity and strength to create and embrace it.