I stood and stared at the aquarium tanks, feeling as if I too was floating and exploring the depths .. of what .. my soul? My purpose?
The Florida Aquarium is one of my favorite places to visit. Although I am not adventurous enough to go scuba diving, I love the idea of being so close to marine life, and safe 🤩
(As opposed to swimming away from a hungry shark or being stung by one of the millions of jellyfish I admire.)
One might look at me and say (with a droll mouth, as some would do) well you live a boring life.
I told you yesterday we’d talk about how to get started with making a dreams list. Believe it or not, there are many who have never contemplated anything beyond this day. Not that it’s a bad way to live, and yet ..
“I want to travel,” said my friend. Having already put her foot in well over twenty states (or more, perhaps?) she still has places she wants to see.
So a dream list starts with things you find interesting. Your passion. Things that make you smile or that you find relaxing. Chill.
Add to that a few curious things. You know, those things you have considered but never seriously.
Ask a friend for a suggestion or two and add it to the list.
Cut out magazine photos of the places or things you would like to see. Paste them all on a board or tack them to a bulletin board.
Ice froze a solid curtain on my vehicle windows this morning, and like everyone else in central Florida, I waited until my defroster cleared up all of my windows and mirrors until I ventured out to work.
After putting in four hours at work, the rest of the day was flex, so I thought hey I will clean the house.
(Yes I see you smile, you know where this is going.)
I felt certain that it would be a personally productive day because I made a list in my colorful day planner that I bought to make sure that 2022 was extra cheerful.
Starving, I grabbed a bag of nacho chips and a cup of coffee (yes, not a good snack for diabetics), and ate so many that I suddenly felt sleepy.
Well the back yard looked sunny.
After I stepped out, I sat in my chair by the now cold and empty fire pit. The sun felt great and gloriously warm on my face, and I seriously almost went to sleep in the yard.
(Aside from a wicked sunburn, I am sure that would have been refreshing.)
Talked to one of my kids a while. Watered flowers and took the sheets off them that I had wrapped around the bushes a few days before. It was as if the garden breathed a sigh of relief.
Squirrels barked at me from above, fatter than usual.
And after an hour outside, I thought hey I need to get on the cleaning.
Went to the bathroom to fetch a brush out of my “hair utensils” drawer and the drawer stuck.
Well then it was “on.”
I unpacked the whole thing. The WHOLE thing.
Figured I probably saved about fifty bucks in hair barrettes and brushes because I found them all held captive by my eight different flat and curl irons.
And three fuzzy rollers.
After the hair purge, I felt pretty good, but it was time for coffee.
Well it is flex time, I thought, so I will take out that acrylic nail kit I got at the major retailer for like $8.
I remember telling my bestie, if I can master this, think how much money I can save. On nails that is.
No, I’m not vain. I’m very girlie. And nobody can dispute those suckers (acrylic nails) stay on pretty good.
Upon opening the bottle of acrylic I nearly gassed myself and that, yes, was through my N95 mask.
I put the lid back on, and looked down at the nail tips I had glued on and thought well what am I going to do now?
I ran out the back door, gasping for clean air and turned the kitchen fan on.
(In my head, I felt stupid for thinking I could do my own acrylics.)
So there went another hour and a half of my day, and I found myself frustrated.
But yet, it was a good day. I had a great conversation with my youngest daughter, spent some time in my garden, made Mexican casserole for supper and put away folded clothes.
Not too bad I guess 🙂
There is always a brighter side. Even when your list goes by the wayside. When your project doesn’t turn out. When you feel like you have failed, you really have not.
Tonight, as I listen to the Christmas Canon from TranSiberian Orchestra, I think of how grateful I am for this life. What a wonderful day. How blessed I am.
While browsing a local retailer in search of Christmas gifts for my family, I overheard one woman tell another woman that this year, she is not going to put up a Christmas tree or decorate for the holidays, even though she has done that for years.
With the world muddling through pandemic fatigue, it has become apparent that although Christmas 2020 saw many people putting up their lights to help brighten the holiday season, 2021 may not see that same kind of celebration.
A quick scroll through social media, and one finds many in similar situations.
And here at 6 a.m. on the first workday of this week, I can honestly say that my own energy is tapped out.
I need another morning to sleep in. Another afternoon nap time.
But I am not alone.
I know that some of my readers are going through countless exhausting, heart wrenching, seemingly impossible situations.
Tired of carrying the load, the light of the Christmas season can seem to be too much to share.
This past weekend, I had the opportunity to attend a lighted holiday boat parade.
There were fewer lights on the shores of the lake to wave in return to the 94 happily decorated floating vessels.
The last time I visited this parade, several people donned wearable holiday lights and waved various lanterns, lighted swords, candy canes and reindeer lights.
This time was markedly different.
The vessels floated by and the crowd was silent.
Truly a silent night, I thought.
Maybe the crowd was in contemplation or deep conversation.
Suddenly, one woman turned on her cell phone flash light and started waving it to those who put so much work into their lighted boats.
It brought to mind a thought, even a challenge for myself that I wanted to share with you.
What can we collectively do to help make this a brighter season for others?
My thought wanders to the proverbial, every day greeting and conversation.
A cheerful hello and “how are you” – while waiting for the response and likewise responding – goes a long way.
Even better, that moment when we see a need and step up to meet it, even if we only have a little to offer can make such a difference.
Light beams a long way into the darkness, even if it is just a little light.
Selah. Let the Spirit of the season be strong within you.
Dreary days with little sunshine can tip the mood meter to the sour.
Yet thankful hearts have a continual feast.
What if we can change our mood with positive, deliberate thoughts.
Just the thought of a coffee shop, any coffee shop, makes me smile.
I think of books, and comfortable chairs, and journals and pens and time to enjoy all of the above with a steamy ceramic mug of joe.
Yet there are other things for which I am thankful. Some are simple, every day things like hot water and a great washing machine, while others are more complicated, like considering the depth of all God created, the earth, the heavens, the creatures and the forests, mountains and oceans. Breathtaking.
Presently I am thankful to have spent the afternoon, after work, at a birthday party for my daughter and two of my grandbabies.
The energy of a child on their birthday .. we were all smiling at the kids and the joyous looks on their faces as they opened their presents and ate cake.
On a whole different note, am looking at some projects I need to finish soon. My next grandson’s blankets, kitchen curtains, two quilts and two shawls.
And then the cleaning projects. Bookshelves that need organized, photos that need to be arranged (my old cloth photo albums are really showing their age and harboring dust, so will work on a new system that is easier to keep clean.)
A year or so ago, I had used an old sewing table as a desk, then moved it to replace it with shelves. And the shelves are ok, but I miss my desk corner. Then I think well wouldn’t I like a small corner type desk and a chair that would fit under it and not be in the way.
Goals. A bicycle with a basket. A corner desk. And at some point a laptop that is not an albatross (mine is a dinosaur, truly.) Simplify. Add. Subtract. Remake.
In the midst of compiling my many lists (both figuratively and actual lists in my day book), I still must remind my soul to both reach for my goals and dreams while also being thankful for the present moment of life in all its glory.
The small cork board tacked to the wall is dotted with notes of to do items and reasons why we want to do them. And magazine clippings of waterfalls and hopes of traveling to intriguing places and community festivals.
Would you believe I have an entire shelf full of journals (some of which I may combine in typed form for my kids some day, just not now)?
Much of journaling is a purge of thought and feeling, pondering the what if and stewing in the oh I should have done that differently, peppered with the by the way I forgot that and yes, don’t forget to take care of yourself.
I have written prayers and written the answers to the prayers. I have questioned my existence and also praised God for it.
And I am in this season of hey I want to go see a splendid teapot race, I want my picture taken in front of real magnificent sunflowers, I want to paint rocks and finish writing the two books I am working on.
(Make believe counselor yawns and the glasses slide to the end of said nose. No not really. But maybe everyone needs a life coach. Maybe that is a good idea for me to pursue.)
Our church has a Stephen Ministry.
(Look up the concept .. Episcopals offer it as a way of tending the flock of parishioners through either trying times or maybe just because they need an ear, a voice, a sounding board that is impartial.)
I have used one before and she helped me for months to navigate a number of questions rolling through my head.
What I want to know is this:
Why don’t we talk? Why is everyone so bound up in hey let’s keep this all surface conversation (i.e. wow the weather is crazy lol, as one example.)
I do have friends where the conversation is two sided. I am blessed with my family and my bestie and a small circle of other super close trusted friends. I know I could call any one of them and they can do the same.
But I am talking about every day life.
Once upon a time, people talked a lot more than they do now.
(This is just my opinion. You may have a different opinion and perspective and I respect that because we are all different and perceive things differently. And we can grow by sharing perspectives. I have a couple friends known as my voices of reason. Not every friend you have needs to have the exact same life knowledge or approach as you to be a blessed friend.)
Some days I find myself longing to hear people share their true hearts and feelings, and stories of the past and dreams of the future.
Or maybe they are, and I am distracted, chasing the pondering of my own heart.
Maybe I just need to listen.
And then maybe I would hear.
Add that to my list of goals.
To listen more, and observe more, and let myself enjoy this moment of life as it unfolds.
Whether in the coffee shop, or nestled in a book over lunch, or on my knees at the garden shop checking out the half price gardenias.
As the sea gulls chirped at each other and hopped around on the sand, the beach started to fill up with people, it seemed, from all over the world.
Beach umbrellas and chairs, towels and coolers dotted the shore for as far as the eye could see. Listening to chatter in other languages, someone turned on some Latin music, and the celebration began.
Families gathered to smear sunscreen on each other, talk about their trips thus far, and sprawled across the sand here and there, some even taking naps in the middle of the day, while others enjoyed beverages and still others bobbed up and down in the waves.
This truly is the sea of humanity, I thought.
And I am in it, like a grain of sand among other specks on the sea shore.
The white sand clung to my legs that I had carefully smothered in sunscreen (to no avail, I still am red as a lobster.)
So instead of trying to brush it off, I played in the sand with my hands.
It was like sugar.
How it reminded me of baking as a kid. And how I loved equally making sand castles.
Somehow I must make more time to go to the beach. My happy place, indeed.
The salty air is good for all things that need healing.
Tonight, I will sleep, knowing I swam a little in the ocean.
The sunrise was beautiful and jet trails scribbled their journey across the horizon as I haphazardly dumped all my work gear on the driveway to search for my keys.
I have a certain routine, and usually place all of my work stuff in one place, and place my ID badge, keys, belt and work phone all in my “go” bag. And my uniform and shoes are laid out. Lunch is a cinch because I have in mind what I am taking.
But this morning, I woke up and all morning felt like I just could not get one thing right lol.
Couldn’t find just basic stuff. Had my quiet time before work, but this morning I sat in the living room, snuggled with my coffee and stared like a bug eyed squirrel into open space as the sun came up.
Sweetness, the coffee finally kicked in and I thought hey I got this day handled forthwith.
Seize the day, they say. It will be fun, they say.
I dropped things I was holding. (My peanut butter crackers wrapper in the elevator. Thanks to the kind soul who retrieved it for me.)
Have you been there? The one day out of a thousand where it seems like you cannot get it together.
Later in the day, I met a sweet lady who makes teddy bears. She is known as the “teddy bear boss” in her teddy bear making group. How adorable is that? How she chooses to spend her time, helping others.
And all of a sudden, my day got better.
You might wonder why I chose peppermint candy canes as the photo for this blog today.
Peppermint is a smell that soothes me when my nerves are frazzled. Just being real here. Everyone has a frazzled day or two here and there, and mine was fuzzy indeed.
So I thought the visual of candy canes might do the trick.
Aromatherapy, they say.
My day got a lot better and I thought about various things going through my head. And how there is nothing wrong with hope and positivity, and how healthy that is, even, to pursue such things. How it is good to encourage yourself and believe in yourself and also to believe in God and His power to hold you when you feel like all the crackers are crumbling, even if they really are not.
Side note here. Someone said there was some sort of solar flare or solar storm.
Well there you go.
The keys buried in the bottom of my bag seemed almost relieved to be rescued thereof.
Tomorrow is Tuesday, and I have already decided it shall be a Happy Tuesday. How shall we celebrate just being alive?
Let me know what you do to celebrate your ordinary day tomorrow.
Maybe by all of us sharing a little light, the world will be a brighter place.
“When kids come to our church youth room, they find a place where they can kick back and fellowship, enjoy a soft drink, some snacks, play games and listen to music.”
I was stunned as a large mega-church youth and college leader showed me their enormous youth room. Much larger than the youth rooms I visited elsewhere in my own teen years. (You know, back when dinosaurs walked the earth. Lol.)
Yet the concept was still the same. Keep up with trends .. we are at this blessed place in history. Technology, transportation, fashion, entertainment, even occupations have changed drastically in the last two hundred years.
It has been said that trains of thought have polarized greatly. Many studies and statistics say that while there are a large number of Believers in the United States, not all of them are gathering to fellowship, while pastors and youth leaders wonder why this is occurring, the pandemic beside.
Church attendance and participation in service clubs has wained over the past twenty years, I am told, by those who manage those organizations.
Is God still relevant?
Is He relevant to me? Is He relevant to you?
Relevant .. relatable, necessary.
Surrounded on all sides by a Jesus believing family, I memorized scriptures as a kid.
And I craved a relationship with the Lord. My prayers were full of the God blesses, etc.
The “be with” prayers. Be with those who are suffering. Be with those who have lost their way. Be with those who feel empty and don’t know why.
Why is God Relevant?
It seems that those who believe in God really, really believe, and those who don’t, really, really don’t.
A long time ago, someone told me that trying to win the world by admonishment or accusation would never work.
“But your testimony, your story, no one can dispute. And when they see the light in your eyes, they will know.”
They have seen God. The God of all creation, the Almighty Author, the fantastic Painter of all things beautiful. The Creative Musician Who sings over us as we sleep.
Lord, we seek You. Right here, wherever we are. There is no place on earth where You cannot be found. We love you so much, and seek Your Presence in our lives.
Psalm 104:1-2 (New King James Version) “Bless the Lord, O my soul! O Lord my God, You are very great: You are clothed with honor and majesty, Who cover Yourself with light as with a garment, Who stretch out the heavens like a curtain.”
It is end September and Florida is still hot and humid, but then again that fresh ocean air that sweeps over the state is so worth it.
I found myself asking a coworker what her beauty secret was for keeping her hair straight even though she has curly hair. She shared the product and combing technique she uses and yes, I went to the store today and totally forgot to pick up the product.
Some days are like that. If I don’t put it on my list, I may or may not remember it.
Yet a train of thought flew through my mind of how sometimes I complain about little silly stuff, like the weather, or traffic (well if people would use their blinkers, be considerate and kind, that would be a non-issue), or congestion at the grocery store.
And I thought to myself, self, why do you complain about such things?
How about be thankful for the changing weather, or the fact I have a car, or that I have access to grocery stores and can get most things I need?
My how the dust has gathered in my bedroom, which presently looks like a book and greeting card hoarder lives here. (Maybe I am exaggerating a little bit.)
I figured out why I have so many books, besides being bookish and loving to read and actually consume a book, curling up with coffee and tenderly turning the pages, and the feeling you get as you read page by page and get lost for a few hours in the land of who knows where or what is this new project I can do .. it is because as a kid I had no siblings and books entertained me for hours. But as a fast reader, I ran out of reading material quickly.
To me, the closest thing to an earthly hell would be a house without books to read, notebooks or journals, pens to write with .. devoid of card sending or letter writing materials.
When I finished reading my books, I read cereal boxes, and then some of my mom’s nursing books for school, and our encyclopedia set.
I know someone, somewhere is saying hello .. with the internet you now have a treasure trove to choose from to satisfy your literary longings.
Self help books are cool. I love non-fiction, as well as fiction set in England or New York.
But the room is dusty.
Slowly, I am simplifying, with a goal that I can come in here and just breathe.
I am sure you are thrilled with the idea of house cleaning (for real?), but to me it is part of making a home, and making a day great, or splendid.
Someone has to polish the teapots of the world and set the table for a brand new day.
My cat Molly Moo sends her regards. As do Peebs, Winter Moo, and Oreo. I still wonder what she would look like in a cat dress, posed next to a teacup.
A notebook and pen tucked into my daily work bag, my first book, The Brighter Side of A Darker Thing started as a journal of my past and noted my history, penned at the time strictly for my own healing from our family’s dark secret.
Slowly, I crept out of the dark place, sharing my story with friends, at first, and other survivors, who urged me to use my gift of writing to reach others because they said that they were not able to do so for various reasons.
And I respect that. They wanted me to be a light bearer, they said.
I am a survivor. I did not wake up one day and say well hey I am healed from the abuse (intimate) I suffered from age 7 to about 12.
Once in a while, someone says they had a sudden epiphany and poof, they have no more issues with suppressed memories, painful thoughts of low self esteem, panic, inner non-positive dialogue, etc.
Many survivors of sexual abuse turn to drugs or alcohol. Some self harm. Others seek to change everything about their environment or themselves that is a reminder of abusive events.
I sought counseling while addressing my past many years ago, and it was the best thing for me. I did not have a substance abuse issue as even aspirin makes me sick to my stomach, so that was not appealing to me. I wrestled with my existence. Why did God make me, and why did I feel like a freak?
I feel so strong now, compared to where I used to be.
What does strong look like to me?
Well if I am a survivor, I don’t have to do or be anything great to be extraordinary. I made it “through” and am walking on firm ground. I didn’t always think this way. Constantly trying to win approval can get exhausting as you will never make everyone happy.
That said, I love to be the best person I can be. Sometimes I fail. I have learned that one of my challenges is to remember everyone makes mistakes. But it is how I handle that – which determines my inner peace and the outflow of blessing I can be to others.
What mistakes am I referring to? Personally? Not being selfish here, but one mistake was not valuing myself as a human being.
I have as much right to be on this planet as anyone else. And because I believe God made me, I know He has work for me to do.
Yet the telling has been difficult at times.
My eye doc told me I have a type A personality. I was flabbergasted!
(Smile) Big 😁
That was news to me lol!
You see some believe that being bossy is problematic, but is sharing my story bossy?
I think it would be if I were to say ok the only way you can handle etc. is to stand on your head, figuratively. (No this is not a reference to yoga, lol. I wish I could stand on my head, but sadly, I am not that coordinated.)
So that feeling of my type A being too much for others at time has been a bit of a buffer to my desire to continue getting my story out there.
Finished writing this in downtown Winter Haven. A lizard was watching me, and a turtle in a gated nature garden slowly crept along.