So many ideas flow through my mind that I often argue with how it can't be done,
why I don't want it done,when it needs to be done, or who really should be getting it done rather than me, until recently looking at the big picture and understanding the Universe is constantly vibrating like radio waves to a radio with lots of sounds to hear...it just requires us to tune in and listen. Some call it source, others call it God/his Holy Spirit, truth, light, our center. Because of how our dogmatic, and at times negative,unloving religious boundaries have created pain and barriers, excluding instead of including there is a long list of politically correct, new wave ways to identify what is taking place, but for me, it is always God! A loving inclusive God, who tolerates, accepts and allows all levels of learning and growing, with understanding and patience. If a dieing man named Jesus, looks toward the Heavens and asks GOD to "Forgive them for they know not what they do," then I figure we certainly need to be more forgiving over smaller things.
Religions argue over who is right, when in reality, God loves all of his children. As a believing, Innocent child I asked God one day..."God Why are there so many religions/beliefs?" and here is what he said....
Through my very wise mother, full of Godly knowledge as a gift, and not specifically taught, she explained to me that "Religion is man's relationship with GOD." Very personal as each unique personality, as well as our likes and dislikes all determine how that relationship will be...Some people don't like talking to someone they can not see and like talking to a Father here on earth where they can get concrete answers,while others like the freedom of independently taking it directly to God. Some people don't want a stuffy building to worship God, but rather to go down to a beautiful sunset as it descends below the ocean at dusk. We are all different with our own individual experiences shaping who we are, and what we choose to do...She explained just like the many flavors of ice cream that we all like different ones, there are different religions to satisfy all men,and each man must choose according to his heart's desire...it all made perfect sense to me.
So with the Pamanalogy of Ice Cream Flavors being different religions/our relationship with God...here is a kiddie story I wrote....
One day in the land of Good n Plenty Ice Cream...there was a group of strawberry Ice cream lovers, meeting for a Strawberry ice cream party. How exciting to devour the cold smooth creamy treat with chunks of real frozen strawberries inside, when suddenly out of nowhere came an angry chocolate nut lover with his entire group holding signs that read...DOWN WITH BERRIES of ANY KIND. No MORE BERRIES. THEY CREATE ALLERGIES. THEY ARE NO GOOD! What on earth is this, cried the strawberry bunch? Angry chocolate nut lovers? So the Strawberry Bunch picked up their signs and joined the angry march..DOWN WITH CHOCOLATE NUTS THEY CLOSE YOUR THROAT AND KILL YOU! NO MORE NUTTY NUISANCES! NUTS CAUSE ALLERGIES! WHO LIKES A NUT ANYWAY! The two angry groups shouted and bickered back and forth until both sides were so upset neither could enjoy their ice cream...when Along came the Banana splits ice cream club...WOW, LOOK, We have hit the Land of Good and Plenty all right...Strawberry and Chocolate nuts to go along with our banana ice cream for the perfect banana split! WHAT? The Strawberry Bunch and the Chocolate Nuts were confused...each accusing the other side of being no good for they could not see the value in what the did not like. Their personal preference had clouded their allowing for others to enjoy their preferences too, in Peace. Before long the Banana Split Club explained the importance of both flavors to make a Banana Split...and reluctantly both the Strawberry Bunch, and the Chocolate Nuts put down their signs and began to help make Banana Splits. At first it was extremely difficult to change flavors, but once they tried it, each side found they absolutely loved the new found ice cream treat, and from that day forward they never again fought about what flavor was best, always trying new flavors and allowing the many opportunities each delicious ice cream treat brought to their experience in The Land of Good n Plenty Ice Cream.(Not to mention those who are lactose intolerant all together and have to eat sherbet)
There are many flavors in life...and we must not get so caught up in our own preferences/beliefs/choices, that everything has to be a fight of right and wrong...without allowing each man to live according to his/her heart's desire. I have flavors I do not care for...but I certainly do not go around putting them down and fighting to get rid of them, as a matter of fact, I respect, embrace and enjoy the balance of life they bring. I love all ice cream, even it I don't eat all of them, I am "big" enough to understand that we all have a right to experience The Land of Good n Plenty Ice Cream in Peace! Let's see, today I think I will try something green...chocolate chip mint here I come :)
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Bloom where you are planted...
It never ceases to amaze me how a flower (or tree) will find its way through the smallest crack in the sidewalk, or highway. Somehow in the midst of the chaos, and worse conditions imaginable, it was able to bloom where it was planted. I'll never forget the flower I saw through a crack on the side of a busy highway...unchanged by the life around it, in full bloom....and it made me think...
"Bloom Where you are Planted" was one of my mother's favorite Sayings/Quotes. Explaining how we are all born into various circumstances, and go through many experiences in life, learning to make the best of it, and how, if we are willing to learn and grow in spite of the challenges or adversity we experience we too can bloom where we are planted. Experiences shape our character if we choose to react, but experiences should not define who we are, if we choose to act. ACT as we know we are supposed to, no matter what environmental conditions surround us. Nourish ourselves through sunlight/sonlight/light/truth, water/knowledge, and what we breath in/good positive energy. ACTING is not always easy because we all tend to REACT...
We all tend to have "If I only had" syndrome. In order to thrive we think we need to have our own home, or a new car, or that college education, or a better income, or on, and on, and on which are all fine goals but not if they are part of "If I only had" syndrome...the problem with "If I only had" syndrome, is that once you have- you move onto the next, "If I only had" item on the list that is needed for happiness, to thrive....and it never ends, and your happiness is never achieved.
I did not see that flower through the crack in the highway, withered and saying...if I only had a garden in a beautiful countryside. Somehow that flower just bloomed where it was planted and thrived.
Nature communicates many messages to us...if we know how to hear them...The seasons remind us of the time it is,under the Sun, and what we need to be doing...Summer/Garden of Eden/Plenty of good food growing from the earth...a time for basking in "plentifullness" and preparing for a time when there isn't as much.
Today, I am going to enjoy the moment! Bask in the plentiful blessing I have, focus on what the SON provides. Look at how I can Bloom/Grow in my current conditions, circumstances, experiences! Whether I have been planted in a beautiful Country garden, or a crack in the highway, I am still a flower...today I am going to "Bloom where I am Planted!" And YOU?
"Bloom Where you are Planted" was one of my mother's favorite Sayings/Quotes. Explaining how we are all born into various circumstances, and go through many experiences in life, learning to make the best of it, and how, if we are willing to learn and grow in spite of the challenges or adversity we experience we too can bloom where we are planted. Experiences shape our character if we choose to react, but experiences should not define who we are, if we choose to act. ACT as we know we are supposed to, no matter what environmental conditions surround us. Nourish ourselves through sunlight/sonlight/light/truth, water/knowledge, and what we breath in/good positive energy. ACTING is not always easy because we all tend to REACT...
We all tend to have "If I only had" syndrome. In order to thrive we think we need to have our own home, or a new car, or that college education, or a better income, or on, and on, and on which are all fine goals but not if they are part of "If I only had" syndrome...the problem with "If I only had" syndrome, is that once you have- you move onto the next, "If I only had" item on the list that is needed for happiness, to thrive....and it never ends, and your happiness is never achieved.
I did not see that flower through the crack in the highway, withered and saying...if I only had a garden in a beautiful countryside. Somehow that flower just bloomed where it was planted and thrived.
Nature communicates many messages to us...if we know how to hear them...The seasons remind us of the time it is,under the Sun, and what we need to be doing...Summer/Garden of Eden/Plenty of good food growing from the earth...a time for basking in "plentifullness" and preparing for a time when there isn't as much.
Today, I am going to enjoy the moment! Bask in the plentiful blessing I have, focus on what the SON provides. Look at how I can Bloom/Grow in my current conditions, circumstances, experiences! Whether I have been planted in a beautiful Country garden, or a crack in the highway, I am still a flower...today I am going to "Bloom where I am Planted!" And YOU?
Monday, June 28, 2010
The Bridge
Since I was a very young child I could communicate. I talked early on, and I understood what was going on in my environment at all times both near and far. In my baby book, my mother writes, how while playing back in my bedroom, at 17 months, she started to set the table, I came out, went over to my father and said, "Daddy, Eat!" She thought that was note worthy because I had to be aware of everything, and quickly put it together, all while intently playing off in my bedroom. It would take years to understand everyone wasn't doing what I was doing, and only recently to admit openly that I have a gift, and I know how to use it, lol.
It all started when I was around 3 and 1/2, my mother's father, my Pop Pop died. I was very close to Pop Pop and loved him dearly. At the funeral I wondered why his eyes were sewn shut as I was aware of the stitches. My dad explained how the eyes would pop open and scare people if they weren't sewn shut. Oh..it seemed logical. It wasn't traumatic or scary to me. I just understood, he really wasn't in that shell, and really wasn't gone or dead either. What upset me most was when my mom, crying like I had never seen her cry, collapsed and men, along with my dad, had to brace her up and hold her...that upset me. My mom needed me, and they wouldn't let me near her. She noticed my concern and picked me up and hugged me, and said she would be alright, she was just sad at missing her dad already.
A few years after that, my bath water was running, and I was getting all of my toys out of the bathroom closet to toss in for bath time, which for me was water play. I tossed in my barbies, toy fish, bubbles, my washcloth, and funny soap, when in my mind I thought, "Pam Its Pop Pop." I thought to myself, what? Why did I just think that thought...again I think in my mind "No you didn't think it, its me." How weird is that, I thought, I just did it again...and again I hear, "Pam this is how we talk to you now." Suddenly I understood...if he wasn't here, or in his body, he had no voice for my ears to hear, and would have to talk in my mind. I got it...loud and clear. So I thought back..."POP POP I miss you, what are you doing?" and like any good Pop Pop would, he responded and explained to me how our loved ones are not really ever gone. They are with us, and are- our "guardian angels" so to speak. They are there for birthdays, Christmas, Easter, all the holidays they shared with us, graduations and weddings. He told me that we, still here, are taught to let them go, and to not think about them or it hurts, and that prevented them from communicating. Our sadness and sorrow binds us and doesn't allow the flow of love to enter. He promised he would always see me do all the important things in life, and be there for me when I was down. Then he made me promise not to tell anyone, as they would not understand. It was the most beautiful moment, and it would be the start of a lifetime of communication to those that have crossed over to "The Other Side of Earth" as they call it. But for some reason in keeping it sacred, I felt I had to keep it secret. For years I thought everyone did it, until I blurted it out one day, and someone in shock said, "What did you say?" I immediately knew not everyone "hears" and they weren't ready to hear either.
Recently, after reconnecting on facebook with many old friends, I was bombarded with all of your loved ones who know I hear, and want to let you all know...they are here, they see you, and they love you. Plant a tree and memory garden, scrap old photos, and talk to them, let them know what they meant to you, throw a birthday party BBQ in their honor...a memory day...don't let them go...remember them....love them...you will open the channel.
Can't explain why...just know we all have gifts...What are yours? Do you know? It isn't always about singing, painting, playing an instrument....it could be something as simple/pure as loving animals, being a good friend, tolerant, patient, kind. It could be that you are empathetic, and understanding, the more you acknowledge these traits as gifts, and use them, the stronger they become. The world needs your gifts...Share them liberally!
There are two sides to the river...people have chosen which side to reside...but we need bridges that connect the two sides...the bride doesn't choose a side to reside, because the bridge touches both sides, and connects them over troubled waters. I want to be a bridge. Not hating or arguing with any side, but loving the good and bad in all things, both sides, acknowledging and allowing. There is too much hate and anger and that creates dis at ease/disease in our bodies and our planet. To begin this healing process we need gifted people willing to share their gifts, and strong people who can be a bridge....The bridge is the best help in getting communication across to the other side, here or there, or everywhere! (Sounds like a Dr. Sues Book, lol)
I am so proud to announce that I was unfriended because I am a bridge, and refused to choose a side. I wanted to impress that we can collectively as a whole begin to shift this planet by our collective efforts of love, respect and understanding for all....hate, anger, fighting, never motivates people to cooperate and work as a team. Watch the different coaching styles in sports. The successful teams, know how to work their position, and work together. Whatever position you were put in here, know how to work it...expand that talent, and Together Everyone Achieves More. TEAM!
Until next time...I have to go repair the bridge/me...they are always the first thing taken out in a war/conflict/dispute/disagreement, because they are so valuable in keeping both sides connected. What war are you in/battling with? Use your gifts, and be The Bridge!
It all started when I was around 3 and 1/2, my mother's father, my Pop Pop died. I was very close to Pop Pop and loved him dearly. At the funeral I wondered why his eyes were sewn shut as I was aware of the stitches. My dad explained how the eyes would pop open and scare people if they weren't sewn shut. Oh..it seemed logical. It wasn't traumatic or scary to me. I just understood, he really wasn't in that shell, and really wasn't gone or dead either. What upset me most was when my mom, crying like I had never seen her cry, collapsed and men, along with my dad, had to brace her up and hold her...that upset me. My mom needed me, and they wouldn't let me near her. She noticed my concern and picked me up and hugged me, and said she would be alright, she was just sad at missing her dad already.
A few years after that, my bath water was running, and I was getting all of my toys out of the bathroom closet to toss in for bath time, which for me was water play. I tossed in my barbies, toy fish, bubbles, my washcloth, and funny soap, when in my mind I thought, "Pam Its Pop Pop." I thought to myself, what? Why did I just think that thought...again I think in my mind "No you didn't think it, its me." How weird is that, I thought, I just did it again...and again I hear, "Pam this is how we talk to you now." Suddenly I understood...if he wasn't here, or in his body, he had no voice for my ears to hear, and would have to talk in my mind. I got it...loud and clear. So I thought back..."POP POP I miss you, what are you doing?" and like any good Pop Pop would, he responded and explained to me how our loved ones are not really ever gone. They are with us, and are- our "guardian angels" so to speak. They are there for birthdays, Christmas, Easter, all the holidays they shared with us, graduations and weddings. He told me that we, still here, are taught to let them go, and to not think about them or it hurts, and that prevented them from communicating. Our sadness and sorrow binds us and doesn't allow the flow of love to enter. He promised he would always see me do all the important things in life, and be there for me when I was down. Then he made me promise not to tell anyone, as they would not understand. It was the most beautiful moment, and it would be the start of a lifetime of communication to those that have crossed over to "The Other Side of Earth" as they call it. But for some reason in keeping it sacred, I felt I had to keep it secret. For years I thought everyone did it, until I blurted it out one day, and someone in shock said, "What did you say?" I immediately knew not everyone "hears" and they weren't ready to hear either.
Recently, after reconnecting on facebook with many old friends, I was bombarded with all of your loved ones who know I hear, and want to let you all know...they are here, they see you, and they love you. Plant a tree and memory garden, scrap old photos, and talk to them, let them know what they meant to you, throw a birthday party BBQ in their honor...a memory day...don't let them go...remember them....love them...you will open the channel.
Can't explain why...just know we all have gifts...What are yours? Do you know? It isn't always about singing, painting, playing an instrument....it could be something as simple/pure as loving animals, being a good friend, tolerant, patient, kind. It could be that you are empathetic, and understanding, the more you acknowledge these traits as gifts, and use them, the stronger they become. The world needs your gifts...Share them liberally!
There are two sides to the river...people have chosen which side to reside...but we need bridges that connect the two sides...the bride doesn't choose a side to reside, because the bridge touches both sides, and connects them over troubled waters. I want to be a bridge. Not hating or arguing with any side, but loving the good and bad in all things, both sides, acknowledging and allowing. There is too much hate and anger and that creates dis at ease/disease in our bodies and our planet. To begin this healing process we need gifted people willing to share their gifts, and strong people who can be a bridge....The bridge is the best help in getting communication across to the other side, here or there, or everywhere! (Sounds like a Dr. Sues Book, lol)
I am so proud to announce that I was unfriended because I am a bridge, and refused to choose a side. I wanted to impress that we can collectively as a whole begin to shift this planet by our collective efforts of love, respect and understanding for all....hate, anger, fighting, never motivates people to cooperate and work as a team. Watch the different coaching styles in sports. The successful teams, know how to work their position, and work together. Whatever position you were put in here, know how to work it...expand that talent, and Together Everyone Achieves More. TEAM!
Until next time...I have to go repair the bridge/me...they are always the first thing taken out in a war/conflict/dispute/disagreement, because they are so valuable in keeping both sides connected. What war are you in/battling with? Use your gifts, and be The Bridge!
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Peace....Be Still my Soul.....
As I was busily shopping in Home Depot Friday night for a bathroom mirror, the biggest challenge of the moment to stay in the store as a couple, and not end up in a fight (over decisions) that would send me to the car, I see the Magalogo kids (now in their twenties) who abruptly shifted my entire perspective.
Their father now suffering in his final days on earth with cancer which has completely taken over his body, was hanging on until his sister could arrive from New Zealand to say her final good byes. They talked of their father's suffering so intense that no medication could ease the pain, and how each family member; at this point, just wanted him to go...die...leave this mortal torture. They; being Samoan, explained how their father had asked them all for permission to let him go...and At that moment, mirrors and home improvements seemed so trivial...so unimportant, as a dying man taught me the value of life, and the dignity in dieing with permission to go! The family's strength as they stood by their dieing father, touched my soul and lifted me to a new place where I could see much clearer...
The true meaning of life! Relationships,how we interact with each of them (the people in our lives). Love, Strength, Support, Dignity, Humility! These are the feelings that take us to a higher place and what we once thought was stressful, really isn't at all.
Today I woke up rested and ready for a peaceful, restful Sunday. Stayed home from church to take care of me. Hopefully with the same Love, Strength, Support, Dignity, and Humility I can touch another soul. For this weekend I found a place where perspective is looking at the entire big picture called life and from here the view is breath taking. From here I can see what matters most. Come see!
Grateful to be alive...to have a house with air conditioning, running water and a full frig of food, even in the midst of home improvements. But most grateful for a HOME...as... "Home is where the Heart is" and "A House is made of bricks and stone, but a Home is Made of Love alone." Make your house a Home....fill it with love by putting your heart and soul into it for "There is no Place like Home." PEACE...BE STILL MY SOUL!
Their father now suffering in his final days on earth with cancer which has completely taken over his body, was hanging on until his sister could arrive from New Zealand to say her final good byes. They talked of their father's suffering so intense that no medication could ease the pain, and how each family member; at this point, just wanted him to go...die...leave this mortal torture. They; being Samoan, explained how their father had asked them all for permission to let him go...and At that moment, mirrors and home improvements seemed so trivial...so unimportant, as a dying man taught me the value of life, and the dignity in dieing with permission to go! The family's strength as they stood by their dieing father, touched my soul and lifted me to a new place where I could see much clearer...
The true meaning of life! Relationships,how we interact with each of them (the people in our lives). Love, Strength, Support, Dignity, Humility! These are the feelings that take us to a higher place and what we once thought was stressful, really isn't at all.
Today I woke up rested and ready for a peaceful, restful Sunday. Stayed home from church to take care of me. Hopefully with the same Love, Strength, Support, Dignity, and Humility I can touch another soul. For this weekend I found a place where perspective is looking at the entire big picture called life and from here the view is breath taking. From here I can see what matters most. Come see!
Grateful to be alive...to have a house with air conditioning, running water and a full frig of food, even in the midst of home improvements. But most grateful for a HOME...as... "Home is where the Heart is" and "A House is made of bricks and stone, but a Home is Made of Love alone." Make your house a Home....fill it with love by putting your heart and soul into it for "There is no Place like Home." PEACE...BE STILL MY SOUL!
Saturday, June 26, 2010
PINK...Pioneer Integrity with Neverending Knowhow!
PINK (Pioneer Integrity with Neverending Knowhow) is the plan for today. A Little House on the Praire fan, I have always been impressed and inspired by the Pioneers...Great Stories of Pioneer Women forging the trail under great hardships. Facing howling wolves, snakes, Indians, Plagues, Sickness, pain, death, weakness, malnutrition, and just the daily survival needs with cooking, eating, water and hygiene with dignity and integrity as each one overcame great hardships. So many things we take for granted. So little sets us in a stress mode. Yet these women faced all of their challenges, head on, and overcame with great strength.
Trying to have that PINK attitude of gratitude and Faith in every footstep, I have learned that "Courage is not the Strength to go on, but rather going on when you don't have the strength." Wanting that Pioneer Courage, I work hard each day to face it with strength. Watching the Pioneer women I saw that their strength came from within, believing in a greater good, seeing the bigger picture, trusting GOD (the source of all Light, Truth, Knowledge, Love), and not getting distracted from their focus on the mountain/goal ahead. Yet not so focused on only one mountain/goal that they couldn't monitor, and adjust as needed according to the challenges/opportunities, compensating and switching directions as needed.
All the winding roads, paths, trails (of Love and Light)...intertwine like scribble on a page, and all lead home. And since each one of us has the free agency to choose our life, the roads, paths, and trails we take, have created the life we live. All different. Some like rock climbing, others quiet streams, there are those who like to chase storms, and others who love a bright warm sunny day. Always easy, looking in from afar to criticize, but not always as clear in the thick of the brush looking out... makes it a good practice to:
KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT while each one of us forges their own trail, that they have picked. They want to walk it, they need to walk it, they need to learn lessons cut out just for them...
I need to STOP MAKING EVERYTHING a matter of RIGHT OR WRONG...(although there is love and light, and hate and dark) let people live their life in the way they choose. And when we allow this and live life in an inclusive manner, including everyone, being open and loving, life is more rewarding. When we exclude because of different belief systems/choices/trails we are on, we limit our experience, but then that too is a choice!
Today I focus on the mountain ahead...and refuse to listen to the howling wolves. What is your Mountain ahead? What are your distractions?
Think PINK going on when you don't have the strength! In spite of my howling wolves: allergies, health issues, overweight, special needs daughter, family stuff, I choose happiness and begin making the adjustments on the trail to head toward the mountain/goal I want...cause after all, it is a choice from within...in that same place where the Pioneers found FAITH in every footstep...GOD within....our Source.....our Strength!
Put on your boots, shoulders back, and march! I don't even see the mountain/goal right now...in those times, we need each other...it is then I follow the Pioneer in front of me, just make sure you are following a pioneer (like Rita, Todd, Randy, Chris H., Mike, Doc, Pam H, Green man)
Happy Trails :)
Trying to have that PINK attitude of gratitude and Faith in every footstep, I have learned that "Courage is not the Strength to go on, but rather going on when you don't have the strength." Wanting that Pioneer Courage, I work hard each day to face it with strength. Watching the Pioneer women I saw that their strength came from within, believing in a greater good, seeing the bigger picture, trusting GOD (the source of all Light, Truth, Knowledge, Love), and not getting distracted from their focus on the mountain/goal ahead. Yet not so focused on only one mountain/goal that they couldn't monitor, and adjust as needed according to the challenges/opportunities, compensating and switching directions as needed.
All the winding roads, paths, trails (of Love and Light)...intertwine like scribble on a page, and all lead home. And since each one of us has the free agency to choose our life, the roads, paths, and trails we take, have created the life we live. All different. Some like rock climbing, others quiet streams, there are those who like to chase storms, and others who love a bright warm sunny day. Always easy, looking in from afar to criticize, but not always as clear in the thick of the brush looking out... makes it a good practice to:
KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT while each one of us forges their own trail, that they have picked. They want to walk it, they need to walk it, they need to learn lessons cut out just for them...
I need to STOP MAKING EVERYTHING a matter of RIGHT OR WRONG...(although there is love and light, and hate and dark) let people live their life in the way they choose. And when we allow this and live life in an inclusive manner, including everyone, being open and loving, life is more rewarding. When we exclude because of different belief systems/choices/trails we are on, we limit our experience, but then that too is a choice!
Today I focus on the mountain ahead...and refuse to listen to the howling wolves. What is your Mountain ahead? What are your distractions?
Think PINK going on when you don't have the strength! In spite of my howling wolves: allergies, health issues, overweight, special needs daughter, family stuff, I choose happiness and begin making the adjustments on the trail to head toward the mountain/goal I want...cause after all, it is a choice from within...in that same place where the Pioneers found FAITH in every footstep...GOD within....our Source.....our Strength!
Put on your boots, shoulders back, and march! I don't even see the mountain/goal right now...in those times, we need each other...it is then I follow the Pioneer in front of me, just make sure you are following a pioneer (like Rita, Todd, Randy, Chris H., Mike, Doc, Pam H, Green man)
Happy Trails :)
Friday, June 25, 2010
Makeovers aren't about the house at all....
Buying our current house in June of 2003 with an old 70's themed interior; wall paper and carpet, made me feel I was home once again. Leaving home at age 19 (1980), marrying a Sailor/Navy man and starting a family right away...took me far from family and friends. My first apartment as Mrs. Thomas L. Berry was in Virginia Beach, Virginia and I loved it. Only a few months married and a few months pregnant my husband left for his first deployment (overseas trip on the Navy ship) in our married life. It would be the most difficult 7 months of my life...but would also prove to set a pace (I would live by) to endure throughout the rest of my life. Reject, Replace, Distract and Do...Reject any negative thinking, and don't go to any dark places, Replace those thoughts with joyous loving thoughts, Distract with projects and "busyness", and go do something for yourself and others. This would help me over and over for the next 30 years.
(It wouldn't be right not to mention my husband's sister; we call Dee, who graciously gave up her bed and moved to a day bed in her room so that I, the pregnant sister in law, could sleep well. (The many nights of laughter in that bedroom are some of my fondest memories) Alone without my family or husband both strange and difficult, was only made easier by Tom's wonderful family who had taken me in until our apartment was ready.
Little did I know that this was going to be the first of many, many moves as a millitary wife. 23 years later...when I walked into this house...and saw the themes I had left behind many years earlier as I started my new married life...I filled with tears and warmth and new I was home. After 7 years of relishing in the feeling of being home, the nastalgia has worn off, and the old carpet and wall paper wearing thin on my allergies, told me it was time to come "Back to the Future."
So you see this makeover isn't really about new paint and carpet...it is about letting go of the past, and all the pain that made me who I am. It is about getting rid of the old to make way for the new, and about simplifying so I can focus on what matters most. Decluttering my life, and my mind. It is much deeper than a few facebook photos, and I am so happy to be letting go! Only when the old "sandbaggage" is dropped from the Hot Air Balloon, can it soar high. And my friends, I am ready to fly!
Today I am packing up my bedroom, Like I did 30 years ago to move to Virginia Beach to start out on my own. As I pack each memorabilia, I clear a place in my mind, to let it all go, and know that I will be OK. This time...I smile for life isn't about the silly old bracelet from High School, but about the people/relationships in your life today. Memories are wonderful...but making new ones are just as important. It is no coincidence that our paths have crossed...and each day I thank God for the People, not the things, in my LIFE...For I have found that the true purpose of life is to work out relationships with yourself, God, and others....Then will you truly LIVE LIFE to its fullest.
Until next time....when are you starting your makeover?
(It wouldn't be right not to mention my husband's sister; we call Dee, who graciously gave up her bed and moved to a day bed in her room so that I, the pregnant sister in law, could sleep well. (The many nights of laughter in that bedroom are some of my fondest memories) Alone without my family or husband both strange and difficult, was only made easier by Tom's wonderful family who had taken me in until our apartment was ready.
Little did I know that this was going to be the first of many, many moves as a millitary wife. 23 years later...when I walked into this house...and saw the themes I had left behind many years earlier as I started my new married life...I filled with tears and warmth and new I was home. After 7 years of relishing in the feeling of being home, the nastalgia has worn off, and the old carpet and wall paper wearing thin on my allergies, told me it was time to come "Back to the Future."
So you see this makeover isn't really about new paint and carpet...it is about letting go of the past, and all the pain that made me who I am. It is about getting rid of the old to make way for the new, and about simplifying so I can focus on what matters most. Decluttering my life, and my mind. It is much deeper than a few facebook photos, and I am so happy to be letting go! Only when the old "sandbaggage" is dropped from the Hot Air Balloon, can it soar high. And my friends, I am ready to fly!
Today I am packing up my bedroom, Like I did 30 years ago to move to Virginia Beach to start out on my own. As I pack each memorabilia, I clear a place in my mind, to let it all go, and know that I will be OK. This time...I smile for life isn't about the silly old bracelet from High School, but about the people/relationships in your life today. Memories are wonderful...but making new ones are just as important. It is no coincidence that our paths have crossed...and each day I thank God for the People, not the things, in my LIFE...For I have found that the true purpose of life is to work out relationships with yourself, God, and others....Then will you truly LIVE LIFE to its fullest.
Until next time....when are you starting your makeover?
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