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The View From Here

I’m a firm believer that walking can be a metaphor for anything in life. A journey of a thousand miles . . . the path less traveled . . . it’s not the destination, it’s the journey . . . the straight and narrow path . . . two steps forward, one back . . . am I right, or am I right?

I’ve been on a bit of a journey lately, and frankly, I was afraid to take you along. I thought you might jinx it. I felt fragile. Like writing about it might break it and I’d have to go back to the start. Besides, the introvert in me likes to travel alone, and you might talk too much. You might disturb my inner thoughts or suggest a different trail.

Well, I decided it might be good for me, and maybe even you, if I tell you where I’m at, what the terrain looks like, how far I’ve come, and maybe where I think I’m headed.

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The trail is called Intuitive Eating, and there’s a book by the same name. There are many books by other names, and social media pages you can find by Googling Body Acceptance, Self Compassion, Body Love, BoPo, and Anti-Diet. It’s a movement that encompasses bodies of every size, age, color and ability. It’s about inner peace and love, and you know I’m all over that.

I’m not a stranger to beginning a journey. I began anew every morning and by nightfall felt lost. I cried alone in the dark. At daybreak I’d set out again. It’s a cruel circle. I’m talking about dieting. I was a self-proclaimed, out-of-the-closet diet junkie. I’ve described it as trying to stand still in the surf. It’s impossible.

Wading into the water, there will come tides and surges. There is no controlling it, only adjusting to it. And sometimes you need to let the waves carry you in or out a little bit before you find footing again.

Dieting isn’t that. Dieting is willing yourself to stand still. Most of us just end up face-planted in the sand wondering what happened. Then we wake up and try the same thing the next morning, maybe from a different spot on the beach, exclaiming over the roar of the surf that, “Today we will stand!” And expect a different result.

I’m afraid I’m mixing up my metaphors, but let’s just imagine this trail meandered somewhere along the ocean and opened up on a beach. And that’s just it! I’m not sure exactly where this trail is going to go next. But I do know it’s already taken me to some awesome overlooks and some really rough terrain.

unnamed-1So if you can stand the poetic metaphors, I invite you to lace up your walking shoes and join me. If you just want to sit at home and read my posts from the couch, that’s okay too. I’m not a trail expert by any means, but I am an expert on the steps I’ve taken. There are historical centers and information booths I’ll point out along the way, but if you ask me, all I can tell you about is my own experience and send pictures of the view from here.

Peace . . .

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Evolve

The organist and vocalist were late. I hated my dress. I had little say in the flowers. Yet, there was a smile on my face. I was following in the footsteps of those young women who had gone down the aisle before me. No, not my bridesmaids — the women who followed in the footsteps of their mothers and their mother’s mothers before them.

The person who walked down the aisle that day so many years ago seems like a completely different person from the one who writes here today. I had different beliefs, even though my values have remained the same. We base our beliefs on myths and facts  that updated as new information becomes available.

Values are the things we find important, and although the priorities of our values may shift with time or age, they typically remain unchanged. I value love, but I no longer believe marriage is the only way to secure it. Does that help explain it? Life doesn’t grant do-overs, but it does grant start-overs, and we are all encouraged to grow and evolve.

barbara-billingsleyJune Cleaver and Mary Scott were my role models. June Cleaver was a fictional character on a black and white television show where men came home from work expecting quiet children and dinner on the table. June was known for her impeccable dresses and tidy pearls.

20580367823_243881f7c6_zMary Scott was my grandmother. She was a non-fictional character who watched me while my mother worked. She was known for her jet-black hair, slight frame, and dainty gestures.

Both June and Mary believed it was the woman’s duty and privilege to run the home while their husbands worked. Their homes were always as tidy as their skirts by the time their spouse returned home, and they knew how to get a steaming dinner on the table at the same time each day. Boy, did I have a rude awakening!

It’s hard to talk about how I might have done things differently if I had a the chance. After all, I might have had different children, or no children at all. I’d have waited. I’d have learned more about myself. I’d have considered the impact my choices make on the world, and my life. But life doesn’t give us do-overs. Fortunately, it does give us start-overs.

Is it time to update your beliefs? What myths might you hold as truth? What facts must be updated with new information? What are your values? Do you need to reprioritize them based on a change in your life, age, job, or family?

My children are waiting for marriage and children. I’m proud of the choices they’re making. If they do decide to do either, they’ll have so much more to offer their spouse and/or children. They’ll have a better idea of how to live with other people. They’ll have a better grasp of their own values and beliefs, and not rely on ones borrowed from their parents, grandparents, or fictional t.v. characters.

It’s okay to change your beliefs. It’s okay to realign your values. It doesn’t mean you’re a whole different person. It means you’re evolving.

Peace . . .

Evolution

Evolve.


The Expectations of My Inner Child, or lack thereof

sc001a13aeIt’s that time of year again when I look at where I’ve come and where I’m headed.  When I think of the tumbling towhead of my youth, it seems impossible that I am the same person.  I sometimes think of her and wonder if I’ve become the person she had hoped I would.

The girl I was held high hopes for humanity.  She rescued injured birds from the middle of roads, and abandoned kittens, despite her severe allergy to cats.  She believed that everyone possessed a beauty and a kindness if you looked hard enough.  She appalled an unjust world that would deliver babies into poverty while others flaunted wealth.  She believed in the abundance of love, peace, and food, if only the obstacles could be removed.

She was no saint, and neither am I.  She had plenty of lesser values and unlearned lessons.  She had fears, and pride, and selfishness that all abide in the adult she became.  And as I look, I realize how much I am still her — for better or for worse. Bark

If she had known where we would be today, I’m not sure if she would have chosen a shorter path or ambled along the one I’ve taken.  Yet, this is the place in which we find ourselves, my little inner child and me, and we are quite happy.

I’m glad she held so few expectations.  It allowed me to stop and contemplate a bug along the way, or touch the bark of a tree.  Had she held me fast to some appointed destination, I’d have taken such a wider, paved road and missed the little things along the way.

The future is a mystery — like trying to depict a figure in the shadows.  But the little towhead I take with me suggests I hold no expectations for the crone I’ll someday be.  Together we will mosey down our untrod trail looking for the tiniest of creatures to share our time.  And someday I can say I found my way to an older age, and I’ll be so much richer for it.

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Happy birthday to me, and of course,

Peace . . .


Weekly Photo Challenge: Texture

 

 

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Little moments can have a feeling and a texture that is very real.

 

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  . . . and check out some of my favorite textures . . .

From my Canadian friend . . .
Texture found in Montreal | That Montreal Girl

Texture of human skin . . .
Photoworld 8-8-14 | ~~~ nur ein “Klick” ~~~ ein Kompendium

Texture of animal skin . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Texture | scottseyephotos

The soft texture of feathers . . .
Duck texture | Katharine Asals – Photography

A “jumble of textures” . . .
Textures-WP weekly photo challenge | Third Person Travel

Architectural textures  . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Texture Edinburgh | Chris Breebaart Photography / Whats in the picture?

Slimy texture  . . .
Texturize this! | The Seeker

Handmade texture . . .
MY CROCHET PROJECT for WPC: Texture | MY WALL

Texture in the cosmos . . .
Hard, rough, grey with holes | Alien Shores

Zooming in on texture . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge : Texture | Memories are made of this

 


Weekly Photo Challenge: Summer Lovin’

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“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”
― John LubbockThe Use Of Life

This photo was taken on a bike ride a few miles from my home.  When I saw this fine display of Queen Anne’s Lace, I had to stop and snap some shots.  Another name for it is Wild Carrot, and while edible, I understand it is not very tasty.  It is, however, an ancestor of the sweet roots we eat today.

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Be part of The Weekly Photo Challenge at The Daily Post.

 

  . . . and check out who else is loving’ summer . . .

Yosemite National Park . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge- Summer Lovin’ | My Trip This Year

Another gorgeous landscape . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Summer Lovin’ | hold on

Bliss . . .
Summer Lovin’ | Just Be V

A peaceful summer morning . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Summer Lovin’ | Last Train to QVille

Summer in Glacier National Park . . .
Glacier National Park – Weekly Photo Challenge: Summer Lovin | Travels and Trifles

“to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day” . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Summer Lovin’ | Ohm Sweet Ohm

The life cycle of a dandelion  . . .
Life as a dandelion puff | Gabriel and Co

It’s a little crochet guy!!! . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Summer Lovin’ | HKs Huck le Berry

And I complain about mowing MY lawn . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Summer Lovin’ | jensinewall

When summer was endless . . .
In The Summertime Weekly Photo Challenge | farmerfarthing


Weekly Photo Challenge: Container

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Life does not accommodate you, it shatters you. It is meant to, and it couldn’t do it better. Every seed destroys its container or else there would be no fruition.
Florida Scott-Maxwell

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  . . . and check out the photos contained in these posts . . .

Sunlit container for thirst . . .
WPC: CONTAINERS | MY WALL

Colorful market containers . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Containers | DS Photography

Containers full of intense color . . .
Color Powder in Containers | asnappshot

A beautiful container garden in an unlikely place . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Containers | MythRider

What comes out oaf a container is not always the same as what goes in . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Containers | Dot knows! elleturner4

An unusual container for an unusual contents . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Container 2 | Judes Photography

Pretty cute  . . .
The bucket contains… | wingrish

An old container . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Containers | Jinan Daily Photo

Fun containers for a 6-yr. old boy . . .
6th Bday 2: Weekly Photo Challenge: CONTAINERS | The Adventures of Iñigo Boy

Beautiful copper brewing containers . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Relic 07-18-14 | Polit-onomics & Travel

 


Weekly Photo Challenge: Threshold

 

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“Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new.”
Edmund Waller

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  . . . and check out these posts on the threshold of brilliance . . .

The space between . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Threshold | Shmamaland

On the threshold in Nepal . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Threshold | Oh, the Places We See . . .

A very good threshold of academic enlightenment . . .
The Door to Knowledge- Oxford style! Weekly Photo Challenge II | The Rider

On the threshold of emergency . . .
weekly photo challenge: threshold | hereisandrea

Sometimes it’s safer on the threshold . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Threshold « Horses |AnnaBlakeBlog | Equestrian

A project on the threshold (pun intended) . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Threshold | The Ad Dad

I’ll keep a healthy threshold here  . . .
Never smile at a … | Etcetera Etcetera Etcetera

Big and badbutt thresholds! . . .
On the Threshold of Power (Weekly Photo Challenge: Threshold) | The San Francisco Scene–Seen!

Evening threshold . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: Threshold | MK photographs

A rooster on the threshold . . .
Hurry up, dude! | Words ‘n Pics

 

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