Where were you on November 29th, 1987? And what were you doing? Click to read where I was. It was phenomenal. And reliving it in today's prompt had me smiling all day. Incidentally, that tape still exists.
I was blessed to raise two little boys who are now in their twenties. I don’t do much mother-ing anymore, but the fact that I’m still a mother qualifies me to write to tell you about the greatest joy I know. I hope that by the end of the post, you come to appreciate the analogy I make, or at best, you come to understand the beauty of something I so ardently recommend. Enjoy.
People with dreams are beautiful. Do you have one you've been nourishing? Reality has its limitations, whereas your imagination is without limits. And precisely because it’s boundless comes the seedlings of a reality that longs to get out. Wilbur and Orville Wright had such a dream and it couldn't have been easy. Yet, they showed us how a desire to search the unknown using some ordinary ‘practical’ intelligence could get us to a good place. If they could, I can; if I could, you can too. Let me tell you what I did.
The state-of-the-art Powerball that my vacuum cleaner was never went underappreciated. It was my faithful companion for over a decade and a half-- with not a cough, not a hiccup to berate it for. I named her Allegri, and it did what her maker promised it’d do for me-- I saw a massive change in my son's health, gave me peace of mind, and saved me money on medical bills. Tell me, wouldn't you be grateful for something like this?
I grew up believing that bells are a reminder to spread goodwill. All bells. Did you hear any bells growing up? Did they go unnoticed, or did they symbolize something particular to you? What about last year? Did you hear the bells at year-end? In my area, no bells rang on New Year's Eve.
Decluttering is not hard. But one has to distinguish between what's trivial and what's important according to the amount of attention or inattention one gives to things. Each person's capacity to derive importance from "clutter" translates to gratifying moments that matter to that individual. In short, what's trivial and what's important are whatever you make them out to be. If you're struggling to get started decluttering, here are two questions to help.
Today, we saw the sun. And in my yard, I saw two snakes taking a shortcut through my yard. Oh my! Here's a poem about those cheeky snakes that stopped me in my track. How do you feel about snakes? I'm not a fan, they scare the daylights out of me, but I let them be. I hope these two find a home somewhere else. Right?
Our nonphysical connectivity is empowering. It's influenced by human intention. It's got everything to do with our thoughts . These thoughts connect to one magnificent database of energy. Let's use it for good.
Are you laughing enough? Is the reason you aren't laughing because you see that life is too serious? Or because you think that laughter is childish? Well there's a disparity in the studies. And some have even called the disparity a myth. Is it just a myth? A joke? Regardless, this is one joke that just ain’t funny. Let me help you to see the benefits in laughter. Read on.
In Belize, there is only one season. Hot. And when that’s all you know about you do not complain. I never complained. Never. But, as I got older I became curious when at the end of the year I started noticing a pattern. First came the migrating birds and shortly after the migrating tourists. They landed on our shores; their pale faces a sure indication that they weren’t getting enough sun.
Sponging in on the chaotic atmosphere. Picking up on all the hurt. Hurting until it's debilitating... Spiraling me into despair. Draining my energy well. Incapacitating. I understand but I don't understand. Stop it!
Take my current circumstances for example. Up until a few days ago, people loved me; today I feel that I’m their target. Up until a few days ago, I felt I was so-so, not bad -- an okay Writer. Today I feel like I’m a fraud, a failure. ... I was feeling rotten therefore I saw things muddled through my already muddled lenses. I was a stinking dead fish.