From the Feet up #4

Shoulders.

Although I’ve had the Frozen shoulder issue, Adhesive Capsulitis, it’s thawing, and I’m gaining better range of motion, and am back at yoga.

Shoulders, what can you say about that complicated, seriously interesting joint?

Today, as I think about the strength of shoulders, what they represent for responsibility, and hard work. Shouldering burdens….shouldering and sheltering are terms that could be used interchangeably.

I like my shoulders. They are strong, and they’ve held great responsibility, and provided shelter for my children. I love the memories of their little heads on my shoulder, cradled in my arms.

Shoulders are great for hugging, and snuggling. I like hugging and snuggling. ūüėĀ

The newer fashions of ‘cold shoulder’ shirts, sweaters, blouses show off just enough skin, and that’s the skin that stays firm the longest on a woman, her shoulders.

Scars? Oh yea, I bear the mark of the Small Pox vaccine. I can still remember when I was a little girl, I believe it was kindergarten or 1st grade, we were ushered in our little line into the gym. The school nurse pushed up our sleeves, and shot us with a gun shaped, multi pin, needle contraption. I couldn’t leave that spot alone, and now I’ve got quite the Doosey of a scar. That scar tells the story of inoculations in the late 1960’s, when schools could administer required shots, and parents let them. Can you imagine that happening today? Nope, not a chance. Too much liability.

Sundays

Sunday’s are mostly the best day of the week for me.

Working through the weekdays, chores and shopping on Saturday, with some exercise thrown in, then Sunday.

Sunday used to be very busy too especially when I was volunteering at church, I’d be there all day.

Now Sunday is rest, reflection, and maybe some time with friends. A little cooking if I have to get the meal planning started for the boys.

My favorite Sunday is to enjoy my clean home, curl up with a book and the dogs, maybe watch a movie.

I’m so grateful for the time to just be still.

Image found on Pinterest. There is an image credit there, but I can’t read it through the lace.

In the quiet of my mind

In the quiet of my mind,

There comes a soft, sweet peace.

Music low and lilting

I start my day in ease.


No more the shrieking madness,

No more the outright pain.

No more the doubt and sadness,

I am alright again.

Winding walk

  

The path worn down and winding

Leads to a bend.

The soft sunlight 

Sets a welcome stage.

Moving forward step by step

To a peaceful place.

Happy 2015! Out with the Old, In with the New?

I had to go back to look at my first post for 2014, and get a good reminder of my frame of mind for starting out the new year last year.

New Years comes around on a regularity, you can’t stop time. ¬†It marches on in steady procession.

Last year at this time, I was on the cusp on a new job. ¬†I really enjoy my new job, and I am looking forward to dedicating my full attention to it after having to prioritize the family issues that needed my attention from April till now. ¬†I’m so blessed to have found a ‘work family’ who completely supported me while I went from hospital to hospital across the country to be with loved ones who needed me.

At the start of 2014, I was limiting my expectations on people to reduce disappointment.  My main goals were to cultivate gratitude, and learn something new.

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I’m grateful that I got my first motorcycle, and my husbands patience with me as I get better and better at riding it.

I learned some new technology, and realized that it was not superior in any way to the technology I knew.  Lessons learned.  Thank You Apple for taking me back.

I was restored to a life long friend.  What a blessing.

My husband took me on a wonderful 20th anniversary/50th birthday trip, and I got to have a fabulous hot air balloon ride. Yes, I took that picture with my phone!

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We hiked the Muir Woods, and had a blast!

A year filled with great books to read. ¬†Thank you Clive Cussler, Dan Brown, David Baldacci, Vince Flynn, and Markus Zusak for your wonderful works. ¬†Thank you for keeping me company in the airports, hotels and restaurants. ¬† I’m sorry that I have read the last of Vince Flynn’s stories of Mitch Rapp. ¬†What a loss. ¬†Blessings of Peace to the Flynn family.

My mother is no longer suffering, and has gone home to be with the Lord.

My grandmother followed shortly there after to join her, and lived a fabulous 99 years.  We will celebrate her home-going in a few days.  It is very odd to think that my cousins and I are now the oldest of the female line of this family.  All our mothers, aunts, and grandmothers are gone now.  Whoosh.  That is just weird.

My son is doing wonderfully, and only using his pace maker 3-5% of the time.

2014 was fraught with challenges, successes, new things, saying hello, and saying goodbye.

My hopes for 2015 on this first day of the New Year, is that it is the best year ever.  May it be filled with Grace, Peace, Favor, and Prosperity.

I don’t know what it will bring, but I know whatever comes my way, I have wonderful people in my life that will make going through worth while.

Thank you to everyone who has visited, commented, liked, and reblogged.  My very best to all of you.

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Cheers to cultivating the thorns out of 2015!  Keep pulling those weeds.

Be true

I enjoy doing things for my loved ones, but there comes a time when I get out of balance, and need to reign myself in.

This is an awesome reminder that reigning myself in is OK.

Today I’m grateful for reminders, for peace, for resolution that I can make good choices.

I’m very grateful.

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Merry Christmas!

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Two of my favorite quotes for this year. My greatest joy this season hasn’t come from the store. It came with having my family all home for a few days.

Wishing everyone everywhere a wonderful Christmas. May your hearts be filled with every lasting joy. May your homes be filled with laughter, friends, and family. Peace, and Prosperity to you all!

Floating

I don’t know if I was dreaming, or what you would call it last night.

I felt myself floating in the most beautiful still water. The air was warm and very sweet. I could smell flowers, grass, and earth. The sense of relaxation and peace was over the top. I remember breathing in and out slowly. I rolled to dive beneath the water, and enjoyed watching the bubbles from my exhalation slowly float to the surface. Following those lazy bubbles back up, I continued floating looking up at the night sky, blinking at how black and deep the sky looked. The stars appeared in riotous effect. Millions upon millions of brilliant points of light blanketing the heavens and reflecting in the waters. Velvet black of night, the backdrop for the brilliance of each unique star was a sight I will never forget.

I floated, suspended in comfort, admiring the beauty created by the heavens.

When I came back to myself….I fully expected to be drenched from my swim.

Jeremiah 33:22

I’m grateful to Pinterest for having such a great number of pictures, this one might give you an idea.

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Grace

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Things go better when there is a flow. Grace is flowing through imperfections, in spite of challenges, and over obstacles. Aren’t you glad you aren’t responsible for your own grace?

Perfection is far from me, and I used to cringe, and suffer when I would fall so short of what I thought I should do, say, look, be. When people would condemn, curse, criticize, or talk down to me, I would take it so hard.

When I started to embrace grace instead of cringing in condemnation, my life started to flow in a more positive way. I let go of condemnation and negative self talk. I’ll stick with Grace.

Grace to you my friends!

Look Ma, no helmet!

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Last weekend’s trip to Leaky to ride the sisters was awesome. We had a lovely time.

Getting ready to head out on Saturday morning, hubby announces “I’m just wearing my cap, I want to really enjoy this.”

I’m thinking….new road, unfamiliar place, lots of turns and twists…this equals helmet! I like my helmet, I even look cute in my helmet, usually at dusk or near dark, but now-a-days I take cute when I can.

More thoughts run through my head “the closest hospital is in San Antonio?” ” What if we fall, what if someone hits us!” I feel my joy and peace draining out of me like a flood. One minute I’m in happy expectation over a beautiful day outside in this fabulous setting, and POOF, the fear sucked all the good feelings away.

What to do? Palms sweating, heart palpitating, risk analysis running through my brain….this has to stop. Where is the trust in my man? Where is the trust in my God? Where did my peace go?

I hate fear. I hate being stupid. I really hate losing my peace!

So I had to negotiate some things out with my husband to start getting my peace back. I want to step out and go without a helmet too! First, I get to be the navigator. Second, I get to say when to slow down. Third we have to be able to stop and take pictures.

We head out sans helmet, and I chose a pink head wrap to keep my bangs from beating my eyes to death. That was short lived. It blew off somewhere on 337 between Leakey and Vanderpool.
Hubby decided we could stop at the Hog Pen to pick up a Do-rag. I’ve never tried one, so what-the-hey, I got one. It lasted much better than the pink wrap.

Riding without the helmet was a really a good experience. Would I recommend it? That depends.
Where are you riding? How experienced are you or your driver? Where is your peace?

We were in a motorcycle place. We were on Farm to Market roads. My husband is very experienced, and committed to my safety and comfort. He in no way pressured me to leave the helmet behind.

Because I was given the freedom to choose, I took time to reestablish my peace, pray, and I had a great time. I couldn’t let fear and panic steal my peace. It would have ruined the whole trip.

So funny end to the whole “head wear” saga. I had just bought the pink head wrap to cover up my helmet hair when we ride with friends. I really wanted it back, but if I couldn’t find it, I hoped someone would. So I sent up my request to The Lord. We finished up our last ride Sunday morning, and we were heading back to the cabin on 337, and what do we see in the middle of the road? Yep, there it was, my pink Harley Davidson head wrap. I could only say “thank you Jesus”, while my husband muttered about me being spoiled. I just smiled. It is supreme joy to know Jesus loves me, protects me, and hears even my smallest requests.

I think I will remember this lesson always. Follow peace, keep it simple, and never ever give into fear.