disclaimer

Perhaps I should have put a disclaimer on my last post. Here goes.


Disclaimer: The following post is not about me per se. Perhaps it is partially about me. Perhaps it is partially about all women.

I get these glimpses. It's rather odd. It is a pop of words, a glimpse of a story. It takes over my brain for a mere instant or two and I feel compelled to write it down but there is never any follow-up. The blip comes, calls to be perfected and leaves just as fast. It is never a full story, nor does it cry to be. It is just a glimpse of a story hidden somewhere, wanting to be seen yet to remain safely tucked away.

Yesterday as I was waiting in the van to pick up my daughter, one of these glimpses struck me. I wrote it down. This morning I nurtured it into being as full a glimpse as it wishes to be.

Does anyone understand this? Does this happen to anyone else?

Here is the glimpse...

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p.s. the picture I played with was from a family walk this past December.

Glimpse

She lost her voice to the wind so long ago, she could no longer recall how it felt to speak. Her fears, her pain, even the occasional moment of happiness remained trapped behind the cork of suppression. 


"Children should be seen, not heard." hollered the old wind of childhood.
"I instruct, you obey. It is the only way." demanded the rigorous winds of learning.
"Conform and worship for now you are mine." whooshed the wind of marital expectation.
"Let the woman learn in silence with all subjection." (I Timothy 2:11) blew the wind of religion.


The wind is a powerful force. If subjected to harsh winds for long enough, erosion takes place and eventually total destruction. A voice, she learned, can only take so much wind force before it is silenced for good.

Swallowed Whole

Do you ever have days like this?

Where you feel like you're being swallowed whole?

I've had a few weeks of that now.

Can't get ahead.

Going nowhere.

Dazed and confused.

Feeling like I'm being swallowed whole.

Dori was a smart fish, but sometimes
"Just keep swimming" isn't enough. 

Sometimes you have to swim harder and faster!

Perhaps it's time to stop swimming altogether.

I think it's time to get in the boat and start driving!

 On to an adventurous weekend.

Because I said so!

 

 

What are you reading?

I am a serious book addict.

I have been known to squeal at the delight of a good book find.

When my family hits the library (all avid readers)

we never leave with less than thirty books.

We have had upwards of 80 library books checked out at on time.

I try to limit myself to two or three active reads at once,

but others sneak in.

There are more patiently waiting on the shelf for me

but for now, these are my current reads.

What are you reading?

Love

A well of love

with depths untold

heart sinking deep

feeling the cold turn warm

as the love transforms

heart to soul

feel it all

to the bottom together we sink

and it is good.

Saturday Smiles

Popping in quick to share a few videos that are bound to bring you smiles.

This guy is the best! OMG!!! Love him!

He makes me smile and laugh and feel good inside.

If you look him up on Youtube you will find lots more of his videos.

If you Google him, you will find his website.

He is a breath of fresh air. He teaches you to have fun and cut loose a little.

I bet he also makes you laugh!

Thanks for introducing me to this artist Elena!!! I needed it!

The next video shows a killer whale imitating a motor boat.

You'll have to follow the link as I wasn't able to imbed

but I think it's worth it. Not sure why but it fascinates me

and makes me smile.  :)

Killer Whale Imitates Boat

Happy Saturday!!!

Spoons

Do you (or someone you know) suffer from a debilitating condition?

Do you (or someone you know) suffer from chronic pain?
I have a story to share with you.

You'll have to follow the link as I did not request permission to post and it is copyright protected.

Go ahead. Take the time. It's worth it.

I'll be here when you get back.

The Spoon Theory

Great! You're back!

That story was shared with me by a wonderful online friend.

She knows I suffer from fibromyalgia and knows I have good days and bad.

My initial reaction to the story was, "Wow! I'm not alone. Someone gets it!"

I felt relief and understanding.

The story has stuck with me. I have shared it with many people.

It has given me a new way to look at my condition and my life.

It has taught me to take care of myself and pay attention

to the amount of energy I use and how I dish it out.

More recently, it has inspired me to make a new piece of art.

After finishing the piece and finding pleasure and satisfaction in it,

I have decided to do a "Spoon Series".

More to come...

Play Day

A magical play day.

Visions of dreams.

Good eats, loads of laughs, art abound, all around.

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day

Imagination awakened.

Heart light.

Happiness flitting about like leaves in the wind.

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play

day

Weekend gone.

Play day done.

Back to the daily grind.

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play

day

Look back now

on shadow self

wondering where she went.

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play

day

Life lacks lustor

during everyday tasks.

Back to the daily grind.

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play

day

Make new mission.

New life position.

Make every day a play day.

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play

day

play day with a friend

Nature

Thank you Caroline, for the inspiration!

New Day, New Mood, New Attitude

Find yourself in a bad mood?

Change your attitude!

The rubber band idea is working.

You might think it a bit barbaric, but it actually works!

Every time I start having negative thoughts

or start feeling yell-y (ready to yell)

(yell-y may not be a real word but my first choice was crotchety so you pick)

I snap my rubber band.

Oy!

Note to self: snap on back of wrist, not inside, to avoid numb fingers

I've been practicing the rubber band method of positivity for a few days now.

The method is a bit hard when those around you are the ones being negative.

I certainly don't want to snap myself for someone else dragging me down

so I am learning to walk away.

This morning, after I woke, I made myself a nice mug of green tea.

I sat down in my favorite chair and journaled. 

The last bit I wrote, was a list of gratitude.

I closed the journal and looked out the window.

This is what I saw...

Fog and Frost.

The perfect ingredients for a grey mood?

I think not!

I checked my attitude and grabbed my camera,

headed out the back door

and had some fun!

A week ago I would be frustrated at my lack of time to play.

I would feel inferior due to my status as a beginner (wishful) photographer wannabe.

I would wish for less shaky hands and time to edit.

Today?

I gleefully grabbed a few minutes in the snow in my slippers.

I am okay with beginning as you have to start somewhere.

I am thankful for my hands. Shake adds character to all that I do. tee hee

Time to edit? I'll get there. Time with my children is my number one.

 

   

Fun Job

Last week a friend was fretting.

She was completely bent out of shape over others opinions of her.

So I stated a long known truth.

She loved what I said so much she hired me 

to make a sign for a friend's bar.

It was to look rustic and worn and state the simple truth.

Some jobs are so much fun!

It's your choice whether you care for other people's.   ha ha ha!

Too often we... enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought.  ~John F. Kennedy