Posted in Meditative Monday

A moment of stillness

I wrote this yesterday. Today is going to be preeeetty crazy. Tomorrow will be worse. And all week I’m going to wish it was the weekend. In a way I’m in the past, present and future all at the same time, which means I am nowhere.

How sad is it that we spend five days of the week wishing it was the sixth day of the week, and the seventh getting ready for the first five of the following week?

Luckily it’s still beneficial to fit a minute of stillness somewhere in my day.

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Are you facing a day from hell? Try this:

  • Sit comfortably with your feet on the floor
  • Close your eyes
  • Breathe into any tension you feel and release it through your mouth
  • Continue to breathe slowly and deeply, paying attention to each inhale and exhale
  • Repeat 5 or 6 times, pausing briefly at the top and bottom of the breath
  • Gradually become aware of your surroundings as you open your eyes and return to your day

Peace . . .

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Posted in Seasonal Sunday

The reliable messengers of spring

It’s that time of year when we dream of new life. Tulips breaking the ground, their faces to the sun. Seeds bursting open with tender roots and delicate shoots. Tiny blades of grass finding their way through last year’s thatch.

Ah, the lawn.

That bane of man’s existence. That symbol of status or flag of defeat.

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This picture undoubtedly elicits one of two reactions in you:

  1. “Look at the pretty little purple flowers!”
  2. “Sweet Mother of God!  That’s Creeping Charlie!”

If you are in the first group, bless your little heart.  Although pervasive, they are pretty.

If you are in the second group, I’m guessing you’re stocking up on herbicides as we speak. I’ve stopped buying herbicides and fertilizers. I buy compost and grass seed.  I rarely water.  I’m gradually planting the yard with flowers and shrubs that need little care, and adding raised gardens. Fresh vegetables eaten right out of the garden?  Now there’s a symbol of status for you. Ideally, I’d like to have just enough grass to sink my toes into while I sip a glass of wine.

As for Creeping Charlie and dandelions, those reliable messengers of spring, they’ll feed the bees until everything else catches up.

Posted in Weekly Photo Challenge

I’d rather be…

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It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
— Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

In response to this week’s Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge, I’d Rather Be…
To participate or check out other interpretations, click the link.

Peace . . .

Posted in Throwback Thursday

Schedule a play-date with your inner child

When I was young I could do backbends. I could stand on my hands. I could fall down, bounce back up and keep running. I could move a couch without wetting my pants.

It’s all too easy to come up with things I used to be able to but now can’t. Lately I’ve been trying to remember things I used to do and still can, but for some reason stopped. One day instead of hopping up on the bed to put on my socks, I sat on the floor like I did when I was a kid. The simple act created a small shift in attitude. What else can I still do?

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  • Drink hot chocolate
  • Make clover necklaces
  • Watch tv with a blanket and a pillow on the floor
  • Squirt Hershey’s Syrup in my mouth
  • Picnic on a blanket
  • Color with crayons
  • Pick dandelions and put them in a vase
  • Stare up at the stars
  • Lay on my back and imagine shapes in the clouds
  • Make snow angels

Children have a way of keeping us young at heart. They encourage us to play and leave our cares behind. Playing with children allows us permission to indulge. But hey! When you were a kid, all you wanted to do is grow up so you could do whatever you want whenever you want. So if you want to act like a kid all by yourself, you get to do that.

What did you used to do that you still can if you wanted to? Go for it. I double dog dare you.

Your inner child is waiting.

Peace . . .

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Posted in Whimsical Wednesday

Laugh every day

I try to find something to laugh about every day. Today it arrived by United Parcel Service.

My order of whatchamacallits came today. Amazon sent me three notifications telling me my order was on my doorstep. So I shouldn’t have been surprised to find three boxes waiting for me when I got home. I tried to remember what else I had ordered. Shortly after bringing them in the house, a UPS truck stopped by with one more. The fourth notification rang on my phone minutes later.

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As the boxes were opened one by one, the situation was revealed to me.

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I took the four whatchamacallits out of their individual boxes, stacked them and just to prove the point, slipped them into a single box with room to spare.

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There are so many things wrong about this. Don’t get me started. Some days if you don’t laugh, you cry. So today I chose to laugh.

Peace . . .

Posted in Meditative Monday

It’s the storms we weather

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A small group of seniors introduced themselves to me in the park one day last fall. Their expressions bore the spots and scars of age. One leaned precariously on another for support, her shriveled face lined and soft.

Inspired to stop and say hello, their friendly smiles brightened. They welcomed me to sit a while. It had been some time since someone had. They spoke to me of the sunnier, warmer season of their youth; of children who adored them and women who knew their names.

As I stood to leave, I snapped a photo, capturing their withered, fragile forms. We come to this world innocent, as young and flawless blossoms. It’s the storms we weather and the joy we encounter that engrave wisdom on our bodies and bestow upon us beauty.

Peace . . .

 

Posted in Weekly Photo Challenge

If I don’t know the stories, I make them up

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One of the things that attracts me to vintage and antique things is they have stories, and even if I don’t know the stories, I make them up.
–Mary Kay Andrews

There is something clean and new about the lacy icicles, but long after they melt, the abandoned concrete plant will still be standing.

To participate or check out other interpretations of this week’s Weekly Photo Challenge on The Daily Post, click Story.

Peace . . .

Posted in Friday Finds

Does your Granny make squares?

The young woman at the craft store asked me what I was going to do with all the yarn. When I told her I was going to make granny squares, she said, “Oh, that’s so nice. I wish my granny would have done that with me.”

Okay, first of all . . . yeah. And secondly . . . . just . . . yeah. I have no words.

Making a granny square was on my bucket list. I’ve learned some pretty advanced needle art techniques on my own, but for the life of me, I just never could figure out crochet. Jayda gets a little silly-giggly for me in her intros, but if you can get past that, her tutorials are clear and thorough. Since subscribing to this channel, I’ve made afghans, dishcloths, potholders, scarves and hats! And I suspect her knitting videos are just as good.

 

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Crocheting like a granny!

Peace . . .