Time is seemingly slipping away...
When’s the last time you took a few minutes to reflect on the blessings received, lessons learned and growth that took place in the last month?
Days have been filled with memories, laughter, moments, treasures, mistakes, uncertainty, celebration, difficulty, opportunity and last times.
Beautiful purple tulips from my girl for all the last first times we are facing together.
Received a pen crafted by my son with a material never before used to create a pen, unique and one of a kind...just like me...
Our angel babies would be 13 years old...
Long phone calls, breakfast dates, dinner invites, protection, baseball and softball games, support and a huge hug when I needed it most.
Memories of days long gone with tears gently streaming down my cheeks, as I watched my dad take off in his plane after he let two great-grandsons check out his plane and fielded their questions...
When’s the last time you took a few minutes to reflect on the blessings received, lessons learned and growth that took place in the last month?
Days have been filled with memories, laughter, moments, treasures, mistakes, uncertainty, celebration, difficulty, opportunity and last times.
Beautiful purple tulips from my girl for all the last first times we are facing together.
Received a pen crafted by my son with a material never before used to create a pen, unique and one of a kind...just like me...
Our angel babies would be 13 years old...
Long phone calls, breakfast dates, dinner invites, protection, baseball and softball games, support and a huge hug when I needed it most.
A spend the night with a baby raccoon chattering in our entryway until it could be transported to a sanctuary.
Mother’s Day shared with my parents and the Maine crew.
79 lives touched from my work at the spa.
Yes, the days can be long, but those years? Not quite so much...
There will come a day it will be the last time you tuck your child in, brush their hair, read to them, transport them here and there, cheer them on at a game, see them every morning, hear your name hollered 757 times a day...you will have all the quiet time you wish for now...
What are you blessings and/or lessons are you grateful for?
Unique. Irreplaceable. Valuable. Treasured.
This pen tells the story of me...and you...
It arrived at the perfect time.
From an unexpected source.
So many things had to come together for this pen to be created. People had to connect. Timing had to work out. Moments had to happen. Failures. Growth. Desires. Celebrations. Life.
Our son created this fountain pen. It is truly the only one of its kind.
There is only one man in the world creating the patented alloy that it is made of.
This alloy has never been made into a pen...before now. The others have made knives, brass knuckles or coin casting, but never a pen.
Even the ink it holds is made by another chemist who mixes and sells his own inks.
But the best part?
My husband bought it...for me.
The man, who years ago, described a teddy bear in perfect detail that he thought about buying me...but didn’t...bought our son’s most expensive pen, one that is possibly the first in a small series...for me.
How does this pen tell the story of us?
Sit for a moment and consider all the circumstances that happened, people that needed to connect, the timing and synchronicities involved for those moments to happen.
Think about the struggles, the challenges, the victories, the failures, the heartaches, the growth, desires, celebrations, for us to be born, here, now...
Like this pen, we are unique, way more than one in a million. We were chosen – the egg chose which sperm to allow in. That may be more detail than you wanted, but that adds so more to our depth, our purpose, our be-ing.
I challenge you today to re-visit the story of you. Who your ancestors were, how they lived, how they met, what stories they told, what created who they were, that ultimately led to who you are...
You are uniquely you.
We can get so caught up in chasing goals, money, time, freedom, that we miss all the little successes along the way...
We get so caught up chasing success...the money, goals, initials after our names, credentials, bigger and better things...
We are afraid to take the next step, afraid to fail, maybe even afraid to succeed...but also afraid to stop, breathe, enjoy the moments...so life just passes us by...
But, what if...
What if "sometimes success is better measured in smiles received, giggles heard, and hands held than in dollars earned, deadlines met, and kilos shed"? (tut.com)
Aurora is feeling pretty successful...enjoying every lick she can get out of that ice cream container!! ;)
So, my friend, what would success look like to you?
Oh, but what if...
What if you focused on what you want more of, instead of what you don't want?
More always comes...good or bad...the universe is limitless...more always comes...
What if instead of letting one thing start the downward emotional spiral, you let one thing start the spiral upward instead?? Both options are always available...
What if you choose not to struggle? What if life could be easy?
What if you focus on your desires instead of your lack?
What if life is happening for you and you learn to ask the question, "Now what? What do I do now?" and going for magic and everything you want?
What if you fully believed you were born worthy and nothing has or will change that?
What if it is always the best day ever!?
Like attracts like, my friend. Joy attracts joy. Love attracts love...
What are you attracting??
I hate to sweat...
I also try hard not to make unnecessary work for others. (Yes, I'm a recovering overgiver...but that's another story...LOL)
Started today by grudgingly grabbing my shovel and heading down the driveway to at least clear the mess the town plow always leaves because the man who offered to plow us out never showed up, mumbling to myself that I knew I should have done it yesterday when the snow was 50 pounds lighter per scoop, questioning why people don't keep their word and feeling a wee bit sorry for myself...
Came back in with a sweaty, stinky body and equally stinky attitude, but the end of the driveway is clear. Mission accomplished.
Hopped in the shower and as the water washed over me, so did a whole new perspective...
What a blessing it is that I am physically capable of shoveling my driveway.
Listening to the music of the birds was magical.
Are you ready for this one?
Just how many snowflakes and raindrops had to fall to create this depth and weight of snow?? Can you even imagine? These snowflakes and raindrops are a simple example of the true abundance, uniqueness, and beauty all around me.
"I make money like clouds make rain" (Melanie Ann Layer) came to mind.
And I giggled.
Then, I let it all sink in.
The beauty.
The magic.
My abilities to do all I want and need to do.
The physical release of negative emotional energy while shoveling.
I guess it is okay to sweat every once in awhile...LOL
The abundance that always surrounds me if I take a moment to look for it.
It was all a gift.
And I am grateful.
