When your waiting and trying to keep distracted why not draw on your brother?
Or take random pictures of the cat.
When your waiting and trying to keep distracted why not draw on your brother?
Or take random pictures of the cat.
I woke up excited to be spending a relaxing day at home with my friend. We had planned a sleepover, full of movies, and cards and art. It started last night with some painting and tea, then a romantic comedy.
What would we do first today? Cards, then movies, then more paint?
With it so incredibly cold outside today what better day to snuggle down by the fire rewatching favourite flicks with my friend. Even if the heat won out and left her napping before the end.
Relationships with friends are the sugary topping on life. They make life worth living!
The most valiant effort could not save Maggy’s little happy friend.
Hate not being the supper hero for my girl. Hate seeing the tears.
He was a cool fish, curious about who was on the other side of his glass. Very pretty with his fins fanned out.
Will there be another fish for Maggy, maybe, but today we are sad.
This morning was rough. It started last night,I had found a treat at the store that when I tasted it I instantly realized it was a horrible, miserable mistake. Just thinking about it still makes me queasy. Yuck!
Lucky for me I have this priceless treasure of a friend. She seen my distress and gave me a remedy of apple cider vinegar, which surprisingly made a difference.
She is also amazingly gifted in martial arts and knows how to make a girl feel better. She got me flowing through some breathing and tai chi moves, my exercise for the day.
To watch her flow through the moves is like watching fine dancing. Lightly moving from one position to the next with the grace of a ballerina. Ironically if the movements were sped up she could cause serious damage to another. Which makes it even more incredible to watch.
Movement, laughter, tea and conversations about Jesus. What more could a girl want?
This is Charles. Charles belongs to and is loved by my youngest daughter. He looks innocent enough, right?
My plan was to work in the office for a couple hours, then slip outside for a nice little walking adventure, snap some pics, breathe in the fresh air.
But Charles through a wrench in my beautiful plan of Day 3 Victory. He isn’t feeling well, needs some meds. Couldn’t fail him.
Off to town I went. Short shopping list for needed supplies. Well Sir Charles you may have jammed up my plans, but I found a way to get in my stroll.
The air wasn’t as fresh, the parking lot was slushie, the isles were conveniently empty. I sped up one, down another, around the outer isles, through the healthy grocery parts, poking at veggies that might tantalize my taste buds. Over to the pet department, back to the checkout, and out to the edge of the not busy parking lot.
Today was a day, to make adjustments that work while getting the job done. Charles’ habitat has been treated. My daughter is hopeful. My legs have a little burn to.
Victory doesn’t always have to look exactly the way we had imagined it to.
The temperature was bitter today, and my foot and ankle were screaming. I have been feeling muscle fatigue and aches and pains from the after Christmas junk food hangover!
I had been dreaming of a hot, Epsom salt, baking soda, and eucalyptus bubble bath for a week. Of course I never did have one, because my list of tasks were long and important, and “later” hadn’t come. Until now!
I took my time to super heat some water, gather my most comfortable clothing, find a relaxing spa music playlist, get my favourite magazine, a face cloth for cold splashes, a Mason jar of ice cold water to drink, filling the tub to the overflow with tonnes of fragrant bubbles. Then I moved my daughters tree and used the stand as a spot I could comfortably reach my treasures. There, oops, dimmed the lights. Ahhh.
At last the moment when I could step over the side of the bath, and slowly melt into the water, pulling the bubbles up around my chin to smell the refreshing aroma.
I was able to lay there in comfort, feeling the aches slowly dissolve from my body, along with the stress and strain.
For more than an hour, total healing peace as I turned through the magazine I have been longing to enjoy.
My mind absorbed the photos, and stories and quotes. As I turned the luxuriously thick pages, I was transported to whimsical places many miles away, in many different times and situations. Joy stirred in the rekindling of my imagination.
For a time I was away. What beauty is thrust on the world, when a soul decides to let their stories and perspectives flow out through a pen. What treasures await for the soul that picks up the writings and allows themselves to be transported away to joyous, or sad, or exotic places.
As duty started sneaking in to my consciousness, I finished the list I was reading and turned my mind onto a cleansing sugar scrub, and a thorough rinse. Enjoying just a few more minutes of spa life.
Warm fluffy towels then comfy, slouch clothes. Facing the door, to open it would find me back in reality, my children awaiting my return. I was thankful and ready.
Stepping back into my beautiful, colourful life, I felt renewed again. Another victory!
This morning I woke up determined. It did not matter that the high for today was -14°C, that my foot pain has been well, still there, and I have fallen more out of shape,while not so patiently waiting for healing. I was going to conquer the cold, break from my desk, and go out in the rays of sunshine.
Luckily I was able to borrow some snow pants, and get my orthotics into my boots. I bundled up the best I could, set a timer, and off I went.
The snow crunched loudly under my feet, a sign of the winter cold. The air was so clear and fresh, I breathed deeply enjoying the burn on my lungs. There were birds flirting around, singing in delight at the bright sun. Beautiful, exhilarating day. But that sneaky wind, would come from no where and bite my cheeks, threatening to force me back inside.
No way! Not fast, not far, but 15 minutes out I did go.
I was not the only one out and about today, but at least for me I could go back to my fire at last.
The deer were certainly more advanced than me, this hill they climbed is nearly straight up from the river below me.
I stopped to observe the beauty on way back home. The sunshine streaming, made the red glow above the snow.
Not a long walk, but at least I followed through, and boldly crunched along outside in the snow.
Did you know that your are uniquely and creatively made? There is no one else on the entire earth that is like you, not even if you are an “identical twin”.
If this is the case that we are all unique and individual, what are we to do when our soul beliefs of our purpose, or our healing journey are out of step with those closest to us?
How can we conquer in our spirit the negative comments that come maybe even unknowingly from our “important people”?
How do we keep from just slipping into their beat, at the cost of our individuality, instead of firmly grasping our individuality and harmonizing with each other? Which in my opinion brings into existence a colourful stirring orchestra of life.
I am a recovering people-pleaser. I am/was prone to passive/aggressive behaviour. I don’t like either of these traits, as these traits involve lies to self and lies to others. So therefore in a sense that makes us that are people-pleaser addicts, liars. Wow that’s harsh right! Sometimes the truth hurts. Sometimes you need to feel the pain like surgery to become well.
This confession comes because this adds to the difficulty in keeping up with the beat of my own self’s heart, instead of chameleonizing (yes my own new word) into the beat of those around me.
Have you ever tried to get to know yourself. Maybe this isn’t an issue at all for some personality types, but for some of us, the struggle is real. What moves us, what brings us joy and fulfillment? How do we discover these things without becoming selfish or self absorbed?
This is the journey of my life, this is the work of my soul, to know and love my own beat and to be in perfect harmony with those around me. Lofty yes, possible with my Creator’s help.
Step one: radical truth. A process at which you answer your self truthfully and you accept what you tell yourself, and know that it is okay. This is an internal soul talk, it does not need to be voiced to others. It is an acknowledgement of your feelings, desires, and comfort level.
Step two: the pause. This is where you need to consider those around you. This is where self-control, and compassion come in. This is the moment that you need to decide what is helpful and edifying and what is personal and stretching (working to avoid offense). What are you comfortable with accepting? What benefit does your response have in harmonizing your drum beats? Is there a middle road to meet in a compromise? Do you agree? Do you disagree? Does there need to be discussion or does it matter not in the bigger picture?
Step three: the response. External or internal, be true, be kind, be gentle, but be true. (Yes I repeated true on purpose.)
Step four: remember you are uniquely and wonderfully created, to create a rhythm, a music, a beautiful dance in this world. You are the work of art when you allow the Creator to form and mold you into what He desires, and you allow His creativity to flow out of you in a bright shining light, a unique glow, that is You.
Please don’t loose your rhythm, your drum beat, don’t be conformed. Learn to harmonize, to shine, to bring to existence the music of life in this world.
Morning pages and morning affirmations are part of my journey this year, as I work through this creative devotion book.
This morning I was struck, almost dumb founded as I wrote!
I had reread Julia’s affirmations and basic principles as usual, and I started to write out my affirmations for my day, and life.
Like every other morning this week. I looked forward to writing the “I am willing…” statements. I was looking forward to the “feel good” moment that these statements bring. All of a sudden it changed!
I started with “I am willing…” Then I was stuck repeating “I am willing…I am willing.” Nothing more.
The writing voice changed! It was not threatening or condescending but firm and pointed!
“What are you willing to do?”
“Are you willing to let God use you to bless your own health, so you have energy to bless your family, so they are able to pour blessings out on others without distraction. “
“Are you willing, to seek the perfect shot of God’s creation, even though you have to go out into winter to do it? Are you willing to attempt that new art medium you have been dreaming of….to create beautiful meals….or transform your house and yard into the gorgeous artsy home you have been dreaming of? Are you willing to look at the photo of your life right now today and say ‘I am blessed’?
Am I truly willing, or am I begrudgingly going through this life, half-way doing what “needs” to be done, like a child “forced” to do their chores and homework?
How about you? Are you willing?
I would like to write a series of blogs about some of my beautiful friends. Why I think they are incredible, about their amazing talents, what they have taught me, etc, etc.
All day I have been debating whether to just write and go or if I should ask first.
But if I ask first and the words don’t flow through my pen…
But if I ask then it might put pressure on me to follow through.
My friends add colour and joy and sparkle to my life. My friends help me feel Colour-Fully-Alive.
I love ya girls!