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Take the next step…Forward!

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Never be afraid to bring something that does not fulfill, strengthen or empower you to a close. Don’t sit by and allow yourself to be drained empty, close that chapter and start anew.

There are far too many of us selling ourselves short by staying in unfulfilling relationships, at dead end jobs, or _______ (fill in the blank) and these are the very things that will pull us under as we continue to be slapped around repeatedly by endless tides.

Please, don’t misunderstand me this isn’t supposed to be easy, anything worth effort rarely is and, after all, you’ve built “it” up, made “it” bigger than life, given “it” your power…ask yourself, really is the “it” all that?

If life is to be lived without regret than you must at some point be willing to fly without a parachute, without a safety net. Go ahead, take a deep breath, jump off the high dive and yes, you should expect to get wet, drenched, maybe even swallow a gallon or more. However, if you’re willing to fight, kick and kick some more…you will survive. And that is the point of it all.

Be the Phoenix in the flame, the heroine of your story, the role model instead of the model, you are your story. All that is required now is for you believe in you!

 

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In the beginning…

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Everyday, something incredible happens it may happen to me, to you, or even a complete stranger, but something incredible happens.

I was just thinking how nice it would be to be on the making it happen end of things. Three hundred and sixty-five days of giving, listening caring, doing, and sharing.

 

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Sanctuary

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It’s 0345 and I’ve been awake since 0215. I’ve decided to climb out of the warmth of my bed and come sit on my deck for awhile. I’m hoping after writing for a spell the sandman will show up and lure me back to a peaceful sleep.

One of my small joys in life is sitting on my deck. It matters not if the sun is shinning or it’s raining cats and dogs, I love sitting out here and just getting lost in the thought of not thinking too much. I try to come out here every morning for 5-20 minutes (spring/summer only) and just sit. This is time that I’ve dedicated to talking with God, my Grand and most recently, my aunt.

It’s funny, but I’ve always referred to this space as my sanctuary; my place of peace and understanding. Oddly, anyone who HS known me for ten minutes can tell you, I’m not the outdoors type, but this is different.

My backyard is comfortable, I’ve worked hard to create an oasis for myself that I sometimes share with others. A few years after purchasing this house. I (yes, I) created a water feature back here, so sometimes I just sit and listen to the water…I’m a fire sign who loves water sounds and sights. LOL

During the summer, I pitch a tent back here on the deck and rough it! LOL My husband would disagree that I’ve ever roughed anything in my life.

My backyard is small roughly 600 sq ft with various tree types and a couple of lilac bushes, which I planted many years ago. As I sit here listening to the sound of the running water and the rain drops, I look out across the yard. The trees stand tall in the background huddled close together as if sharing a secret that only they should know here in this yard. My senses are charmed by the faint aroma of the lilac bushes mixed with the rain and I am mesmerized at the sky a mix of indigo and midnight blues, dancing across the early morning sky

In a word, it’s beautiful and I feel truly blessed to have a space, a refuge that is all mine if and when I so desire.

Theabove photo is a day shot of what I call my garden of Eden.

 
 

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Know Your Worth…

Don’t you dare, for one more second, surround yourself with people who are not aware of the greatness that you are. ~Jo Blackwell-Preston

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Posted by on December 13, 2011 in friends, Personal, Wandering

 

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DIY Wishing Tree

 

DIY Wishing Tree. In exactly nine days I will be a co-host to my linesister’s baby shower. this is my first ever to host and only my second to attend in this lifetime. As girly as I like to see myself as I have to say that “showers” of any kind are not just not my cup of tea (but I love a good tea party).

So… as the co-host, I kinda remind in the background and do just a little bit here and there, however my specialty is making everything look “fabulous” and if I must say so, I am pretty damn good at it when I set the wheels to turning.

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Posted by on December 11, 2011 in friends, Personal, Wandering

 

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Who do I want to be… when I growup?

anything, but wet!

I want to be the person who walks into the room and brings warmth, love and laughter. I envision my being the arms that make children feel safe, nurtured and loved. I should be the most rational cupcake, without too much over the top frosting.

My hope is that I can be the one who laughs with and is okay with being laughed at…because laughter is certainly the best medicine for falls, breaks and moments of craziness.

 There is nothing simple about complex!

 
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Posted by on May 19, 2011 in Personal, Wandering

 

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Reading is f-u-n-d-a-m-e-n-t-a-l!

I began reading, long before I had mastered the art of pronunciation or speech that said, I love, love to read. As a child, I found reading to be entertaining, educational and a means to an escape! Reading, is how I created my very own wonderland and adventures. Books and words were my retreat from my ordinary life, I could kick off my shoes, pull up a chair and immerse myself into the comfort of a story and feel as if I were a part of the action.

I remember reading mt first primary books “Run Dick Run and See Jane” oh, the memories…Borrrring! A term over used by my grandson, whenever he feels that he is not being fully entertained or asked to participate in anything of no interest to him. haha

My first love story was about a pig, a spider and a wonderful thing called friendship, Charlotte’s Web. I was seven years old and in the second grade. Mrs. Beatty (my absolute favorite teacher) was reading this story aloud to me (the class included) over a period of days. I remember being so eager to hear what would happen next with Wilbur that I awoke early each morning believing that I could propel the morning into afternoon story time with just my wishful thoughts. Although, I always enjoyed story time, I was truly excited about this particular story. I loved to listen to the sound of her voice as she brought each character to life through her animations and enthusiasm. I am certain that when Mrs. Beatty had children she was a phenomenal mother!

All these years later, I can recall how I felt in my little girl self as the story turned from humorous to devastating. I was heartbroken when Charlotte died (can you believe, I am tearing up now, as I write this). My teacher (being observant as a teacher should) noticed me crying (more like total meltdown) sat the book down, called me to the front, sat me on her lap and wrapped me in her arms. She waited before asking me, why I was crying. I told her because it wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair that Charlotte should die and leave Wilbur and her babies alone. I guess, I could mention, that I was the only child out of the entire second grade class blubbering (If only I had known they that I would be an emotional train wreck the rest of my life). Do you think any of the kids in my second grade class remember me crying?

Like any “good” adult should, she talked me through the process of life and death as it related to the story. I will tell you that that moment has has stuck with me well into four plus decades of my existence. Recanting it now, the tingle in my heart feels as if it happened just yesterday.

Truth is I read any and everything! Which, I must admit has turned out to be my saving grace in many situations, because I am trained to read both the obvious and the less interesting, just out of habit.

My very first adventure book “The Boxcar Children” oh, how I loved those children and their antics. I didn’t know it then, but they romanticized “curiosity” for me. Ramona the pest, The Great Brain sparked my intuitiveness and inspired me to think outside the box, The Little House on The Prairie (I was certain that I was Laura Ingalls hanging out with pa on the creek). Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing (I must reread this as an adult) LOL Are You There God, its Me Margaret? That was a sort of coming to age book for me.

Books tell a lot about a person, I believe they tell a lot about who you are on the inside. I am older, more mature and a bit more seasoned now, I still enjoy a good story, but I really like to read about people, their courage and character. I find it interesting to see what people or made of, how a situation can affect them to their core or how they will rise to the occassion.

I sincerely hope that I can convey my passion for reading as I attempt to share the books I review here. Please feel free to comment and share your thoughts as well, because we all know that reading is fundamental.

*I can’t expect to be perfect, I sometimes just want to get it completed.

R&W

 
 

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