The journey of my soul has been most often impacted by a connection to my Granny. When I think of how to love people fully, I think of Granny- Leila May.
Winged Treasures
Sooooo…… in my past life as a beautiful fairy queen I am positive that I DID NOT HAVE TO BUY TOILET PAPER!!!!! I even will go so far as to say that I didn’t even have to think about toilet paper.
Today I am grateful for feathers. Feathers- light and airy, yet filled with the substance of angel wings… We truly find them anywhere and everywhere, but we don’t always find them when we are looking.However, we do find them when we are searching.
Well, today my blackberry roller ball won’t roll, therefore my alarm is going off every 10 minutes because all I can hit is snooze… But sometimes the “Why” isn’t necessary to know.
So when your child says “But Mom, I can’t make you ride the bike for 4 hours!!!”, you have an epiphany…. There was a moment in my riding blindly in the dark to finish my last “trial” for my son’s project, that I recognized that these are the times that we can abhor or we can cherish.
This evening I am grateful beyond enormous measure for Everything. Every little intricate detail in our beautiful Earth. I am thankful for the evening sunset that lights our sky. I am thankful for the effervescent giggle of my children when something silly catches their eye. I am thankful for the envelope that sends a message […]
Start with a deep breath sequence. Breathe in peace love calm Breathe out stress chaos and criticism Visualize an eternal flame beginning inside the heart center. Feel it radiate out from that heart into your belly and core. Feel it travel through your shoulders and upper arms, down through your fingertips. Feel it send out […]
So what I found when pondering and wondering and mulling about laundry is that it is a cyclical entity. And I do mean an entity, because of all the household chores, it seems to me that Laundry has a life of it’s own! (Notice the capital L for Laundry. It is definitely warranted I believe.)
I visited Utah this past week… As I looked down from a narrow switchback path on a red rock cliff amidst hoodoos and canyons, I remember thinking ” how could all this be, how could this much beauty exist and I have been unaware?” I wonder now how much beauty I miss on a daily basis.
We all have our stories. A simple statement, but so true. We all have our stories.
I have meditated on how our stories define us, trap us, burden us, affect us, or even transform us. I was driving along yesterday thinking of a story that I used to tell, and this line popped into my mind- “What’s your story morning glory?” I can’t remember right now where it comes from, a song of some kind or another. It seems to be a line from my youth, which is fitting, because most of our stories come from our past. They become ingrained in our minds like engravings on our brains.