Grounded

I spent most of yesterday closing down the gardens of a favorite client and experienced what can only be described as one of those "Aha" moments. It was a moment of clarity...a moment of pure validation...a moment of truth...I have found my niche! The gratitude I feel from this reality fills my heart to overflowing. In the garden, I am grounded, literally. In the garden I am in my element! Working in the soil has become a source of strength and inspiration. My creative energy thrives when I'm digging, or raking, or planting and the very essence of who I am becomes centered and whole. AMEN

A Quiet Moment

Think Joy. Pray Joy. Cry Joy. Write Joy. Breathe Joy. Be Joy.

Every Day is a New Day....

With each and every day, we are given the opportunity to "practice stress or practice peace"...I read that somewhere recently. It is soooo true, and given that the holiday season is upon us (nearly~I ordered our Thanksgiving turkey today) and already speeding out of control everywhere much too soon, I am making a choice to wake each day ready to practice peace. Besides, who would choose to practice stress and then admit to it?! Life is stressful in my little house...the grandchildren, the daughter, the husband, the dog and cat, even my menopausal self, contribute daily to the craziness that is our life under one roof. But truth be known, I wouldn't have it any other way. I love drinking my morning cup of tea with my fuzzy-robed grand-daughter on my lap sucking her thumb and my husband nearby fixing his lunch for work. I love the sounds of trumpet music blaring from the bedroom of my 11 year old grandson...at 7:00 AM! I love the animals sitting by their bowls waiting to be fed and watered. I love the sound of my daughter leaving the driveway for work at 2:45 AM! I love the constant thread of chatter and the frequents yells for "MEEMA!!!!!" I love it all (I'm not thrilled with what appear to be hot flashes, but, hey...) though it does make the mornings a blur and my head spin. It is my life. And it is my choice, however challenging, from one day to the next (especially through the holidays), to wake and choose to "practice peace". Of course, I will have to remind myself to BREATHE my way through it!

Digging Deep....

Oh my....I am having to search within today (aka "digging deep"). Here I am at the midpoint of September and the procrastination thing has taken over. Or so it seems. No entries till now? No time? The dirty journey of life continues. I won't make any excuses here, because truth be known, this is only a temporary "patch of weeds"...this I know how to deal with. Grasp the issue at hand and PULL slowly, but firmly (Yes, one can use weed killer, but the most satisfying way to deal with unwanted weeds is getting them out of the ground completely). If I am honest with myself, this little bout of procrastination has everything to do with a lack of self-confidence (identify and grasp the little bugger) and so, I remind myself that this venture to write about life as I see it is supposed to be enlightening and fun...therefore, I will snap out of this silly, and potentially destructive phase (pull slowly, but firmly!)! Moving forward. Amen.

A Beginning...

This blog thing is new to me...thank goodness for the help and support of a lovely young lady who at 13 is truly amazing and was totally willing to help me navigate my way onto a blog page of my own. I have been talking about doing this for a while now, and well, I can't really procrastinate any more. It is time to consider the "heart and soil" of life...and YES, life's a dirty journey! BREATHE!