Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.
— Unknown
For the recent holiday weekend I proclaimed myself a four-day-weekend and set about doing a myriad of tasks that used to be either “he or we” projects, never mine alone… I was busy, busy, busy. I was “letting go”.
Letting Go Ain’t for the Faint of Heart
Letting go takes a lot of work and determination. It’s MUCH easier to just let things be. But I knew that moving on, transitioning “from we to me”, required doing “what don’t come easy”… and I, not someone else, needed to do the choosing: keep or let go?
It Was a Close Call
There was a point when I despaired of ever making any decisions, I just couldn’t bear to let go of anything no matter what it was. So how’d I power through? Continue reading » Busy, Busy Days on the Way to Letting Go
Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.
— Eskimo Proverb
Today, we got a new kitten. Actually, we didn’t choose to get a kitten. He (unnamed at this point) seems to have gotten separated from his mother, possibly by a coyote. One of the neighbors heard him crying early this morning because he had climbed into the nice, warm engine compartment of a nearby car. After trying to get him to leave the car by turning on the engine, they finally had to sound the horn to get him to give up his “safe” place.
Sometimes, when you need a writing inspiration, God provides. Here is this darling kitten, so small we’re not sure that Continue reading » Using Hope to Mend Our Lives
- I don’t know what it is
- But it just won’t quit.
- …
- Is this a blessing or is it a curse?
- Does it get any better?
- Can it get any worse?
- Will it go on forever?
- Is it over tonight?
- Does it come with the darkness?
- Does it bring out the light?
- There was a time when I knew just what I was living for.
- …and the time was so long ago.
It Just Won’t Quit
— Meat Loaf
When I’m feeling melancholy, I soothe my battered soul listening to Meat Loaf’s CD, Bat Out of Hell II: Back into Hell . And to paraphrase the lyrics:
- There was a time when I knew just what I was living for…
- There was a time and the time was NOT so long ago.
Earlier this week I advocated turning a blind eye to the flaws in broken and damaged works of art… choosing instead to relish the beautiful imperfections that abound in our lives. And, YES, as you might have surmised, I wrote that post, Broken But Beautiful, as a message from me to myself. I folded it up, stuffed it in this blog – and sent it out with the tide, hoping my inner critics would walk upon the sands of time and get the message.
And STILL there’s this voice SHOUTING in my brain – THIS IS NOT WHAT I HAD PLANNED! I need a “pop-up blocker” in my head that prevents the willy nilly appearance of Continue reading » NOT What I Had Planned
Sometimes, as a way of relaxing and letting go of the worries of the day, I listen to a guided imagery recording. The faceless voice, accompanied by soothing music, encourages me to imagine a “special place” where I can relax and refresh my spirit. Here’s the story of my secret garden…
Legend has it that once upon a time, nestled up in the foothills at the end of a paved city road where it turned into a rough and potholed dirt track, past the abandoned kids’ camp and the rusting reservoir tank, there was a flower nursery. They say that bulbs planted by the nursery owner appear every year, row upon row of sweet blooming narcissus. And I’m here to tell you, it’s true, it’s true!
Continue reading » Wistful Memories of a Secret Garden
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