At the end of the year we all naturally take some sort of inventory. What have we accomplished. Where we have gone. Who we have met. With the ebb and flow of recollection and emotion, moments of the past year can seem like yesterday or a handful of years ago and still only be within the span of the last 12 months. Doesn't last January, seems like ages ago?
So many of our memories are marked by special events on the calendar like birthdays and holidays. Eventful days that assist us in remembering the time as it passes and properly filing it away as the more important images we should not forget. But still there are even more ordinary moments that without a bookmark can quickly fade into the dim light of our mind's eye, save for their emotional echo sometimes lingering behind still connected to a place or a friend.
I sometimes wish I could save these everyday extraordinary moments inside a type of snow globe that I could shake once in awhile to relive them all over again on especially gloomy days when nothing feels right and you have to look so much harder to find the beauty in a person, place or thing. Yet, I know I would become a hoarder. I would have so many memory filled snow globes there would be little room for any thing else in our house. So on this last day of 2010 I am going to shake the crazy snow globe that is my head and look hard at all the people, places and things that have blessed our life this year. In doing so I hope I will make way for all the wonderful people, places and things I have yet discover and experience in 2011 and beyond.
Thank you 2010, for my husband David and his gentle, loving heart that expands and flexes with his crazy wife's overly enthusiastic and positive spirit. Thank you for our entire family, especially our three amazing Grandsons who call me Nana, and always tell me that they love me.
Thank you 2010 for letting me discover something new about my self every time I pick up a pen to write or touch my fingers to a keyboard.
Thank you for our beautiful home where we have been able to welcome so many friends and family this year. Where inside we have celebrated good health, the well written word, birthdays, confirmations, warm holidays by a fireplace, reunions with old friends, late night discussions and of course, love.
Thank you 2010 for our Faith, the Holy Spirit that fills our lives and reminds each of us how very special and treasured we are in God's love despite the darkness that persists in the world around us.
Thank you for all the amazing places we have been able to go and our friends and family that through so many blessings, we have been able to spend time with in California, Park City, New York, Colorado and our river house.
Thank you for the butterfly at the top of the Empire State building that reminded me to believe in my dreams.
Thank you 2010 for all of our new friends and for all of our old friends, especially those we were able to reconnect with in gratitude for intertwined histories and hearts that help us realize how far we have come in this life.
Thank you for the tears. The tears of joy, the tears of grief, and the tears of anger. Thank you for the tears we have shed for those who have gone ahead leaving us behind to miss them in anticipation of divine reunion.
Thank you for letting us be there for others in word, deed or spirit as they were grieving or struggling this year. Thank you for all of our failures this year that made us try harder and for all of those who were there for us when we needed them.
Thank you for the harsh words we heard or said that later reminded us to be more kind. To let our vanities go. To be love.
Thank you 2010 for the inspiration of others that told us to keep trying, to dig deeper and in turn be an inspiration to others.
Thank you for allowing us to dance and move, yet still remember how difficult it can be when you cannot. Thank you for our open minds and willing hearts that are not afraid to listen, be tolerant, or patient.
Thank you so much for all the smiles, hugs, kisses, laughter and prayers that sustained us and will sail us into 2011.
Thank you.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Abundance
While talking with a friend the other night, I was overwhelmed with gratitude. It felt bright and warm like stepping into the sun after being in an over air conditioned room for too long. My friend is a writer too, a soul sister to be sure. She is older than me, with children and grandchildren, but our dreams are the same and our journey ever so intertwined. When I am frustrated or lonely for inspiration, she is there. My friend.
Friendship is the greatest gift we ever give to another person, yet sometimes we find ourselves in the vacuum of life and it feels like work or just one more thing taking up the time that we don't have left in our day. I hate that pressured feeling. The feeling of "have to." Whether it's in my work, around the house or in my relationships. It's steeped in ego and only speaks of scarcity.
Sometimes, when I feel that pressure of items not checked off my "to do" list, I stop myself and focus on the word "abundance" and the fact that I truly believe that everything happens in God's perfect timing. Then I exhale and continue on. I want to notice, really see, the abundance in each and every day, every moment and every loved ones' face but it takes practice.
Recently, I came to an understanding with my body that exercising is an absolute necessity. I now enjoy going to the gym. No really, I do. Another dear friend of mine teaches kick boxing at our gym and we also attend Zumba classes together which are a blast! Both classes are heavy cardio, which demand that you effectively breathe lots of air in and out, very quickly if you wish to survive either class. For whatever reason, I often find myself holding my breath. In light of the fact that breathing is the most natural un-thinking thing we do as human beings; I over think it!
Halfway through a class, I end up turning bright red and sweating profusely so much so that when I run errands after the gym and don't touch base with my husband, he fears I may have passed out in class and pictures me surrounded by women in skimpy workout clothes shaking their heads at my limp body lying on the floor and saying, "She was so young, if only she breathed more often."
So as I workout, I try to make myself more aware of my breathing as to not become totally heat exhausted. Then, it suddenly dawns on me that I am not exercising in "abundance." I obviously have some strange fear that there is not enough air in the room or less faith that I can follow the instructor and breathe at the same time. Why? Because despite my best efforts, like everyone else, God-fearing or not, we succumb to "there is not enough for everybody" rather than "because of everybody, there is enough."
It's all fear, a lack of love in some way, shape or form. I am familiar with all this, as in my writing, when I momentarily freak out and worry about not having enough time or taking too much time, to finish my book or other projects.
I am so glad that I have lived enough to know how incredibly off base all of that nonsense truly is in comparison to what we are all capable of if only we commit ourselves to what is possible. There is enough.
"Abundance" is my one word meditation and prayer to God everyday for myself and for all those that I love. It's my simple way of telling myself "I can go on," "I will get there and I am doing just fine."
Everything, of course, is easier said than done and sometimes "abundance" is elusive, so I have to start with "gratitude." I begin by counting all the ways I am blessed. Blessed with a loving spouse, amazing friends, a project I love working on, the ability to exercise, fresh air to breath (sigh), food on my table and a heart and mind that is open and ready to receive.
The next time you speak to a friend, complete a project or just enjoy a great movie, stop for a moment and bask in the glow of your appreciation for whatever it is, and you will find with just a small dose of self-awareness, that you have landed yourself somewhere between gratitude and abundance.
"Autumn is wisdom, the breath between what was and what lies ahead."
- JC Beichner
Friendship is the greatest gift we ever give to another person, yet sometimes we find ourselves in the vacuum of life and it feels like work or just one more thing taking up the time that we don't have left in our day. I hate that pressured feeling. The feeling of "have to." Whether it's in my work, around the house or in my relationships. It's steeped in ego and only speaks of scarcity.
Sometimes, when I feel that pressure of items not checked off my "to do" list, I stop myself and focus on the word "abundance" and the fact that I truly believe that everything happens in God's perfect timing. Then I exhale and continue on. I want to notice, really see, the abundance in each and every day, every moment and every loved ones' face but it takes practice.
Recently, I came to an understanding with my body that exercising is an absolute necessity. I now enjoy going to the gym. No really, I do. Another dear friend of mine teaches kick boxing at our gym and we also attend Zumba classes together which are a blast! Both classes are heavy cardio, which demand that you effectively breathe lots of air in and out, very quickly if you wish to survive either class. For whatever reason, I often find myself holding my breath. In light of the fact that breathing is the most natural un-thinking thing we do as human beings; I over think it!
Halfway through a class, I end up turning bright red and sweating profusely so much so that when I run errands after the gym and don't touch base with my husband, he fears I may have passed out in class and pictures me surrounded by women in skimpy workout clothes shaking their heads at my limp body lying on the floor and saying, "She was so young, if only she breathed more often."
So as I workout, I try to make myself more aware of my breathing as to not become totally heat exhausted. Then, it suddenly dawns on me that I am not exercising in "abundance." I obviously have some strange fear that there is not enough air in the room or less faith that I can follow the instructor and breathe at the same time. Why? Because despite my best efforts, like everyone else, God-fearing or not, we succumb to "there is not enough for everybody" rather than "because of everybody, there is enough."
It's all fear, a lack of love in some way, shape or form. I am familiar with all this, as in my writing, when I momentarily freak out and worry about not having enough time or taking too much time, to finish my book or other projects.
I am so glad that I have lived enough to know how incredibly off base all of that nonsense truly is in comparison to what we are all capable of if only we commit ourselves to what is possible. There is enough.
"Abundance" is my one word meditation and prayer to God everyday for myself and for all those that I love. It's my simple way of telling myself "I can go on," "I will get there and I am doing just fine."
Everything, of course, is easier said than done and sometimes "abundance" is elusive, so I have to start with "gratitude." I begin by counting all the ways I am blessed. Blessed with a loving spouse, amazing friends, a project I love working on, the ability to exercise, fresh air to breath (sigh), food on my table and a heart and mind that is open and ready to receive.
The next time you speak to a friend, complete a project or just enjoy a great movie, stop for a moment and bask in the glow of your appreciation for whatever it is, and you will find with just a small dose of self-awareness, that you have landed yourself somewhere between gratitude and abundance.
"Autumn is wisdom, the breath between what was and what lies ahead."
- JC Beichner
Monday, June 14, 2010
Just the Edge of the Map
Over the past several months I have been continuously editing and revising my civil war novel. Yes, the same one I wrote in 52 days from beginning to end in the spring of 2008.
Writing a novel of any sort is no small task but a task I do recommend to almost every one I meet who is interested in writing. Why? Because it is an amazing learning experience to say the least. Writing this novel has been both a pleasure and a chore but there is no way to measure how much I have learned about myself not to mention the craft of writing itself.
Last month, I joyously submitted my work thus far to an amazing professional editor and after he read my novel twice through we had an almost 4 hour editorial review. It was fantastic. Much of what he had to say confirmed my creative instincts that I am on the right path. As a novice writer, this review alone could be chalked up to a huge success. We discussed every aspect of the story, from my characters, to plot structure, themes and our combined ideas for revision. The positive chemistry of our thoughts on how to make this story the very best it can be completely exceeded my expectations.
Now a month later my mind is all over the place and some days it is a struggle to get myself into my desk chair. Don’t get me wrong the ideas are coming, I have written tons of notes and I have spent a lot of time under my “thinking tree” day dreaming myself back into different aspects of my story and trying not to get anxious when I am doing more thinking than writing. Like everything else in life it is all in one's approach to the task that you find success or failure. Some people might imagine that when you find an editor the job of writing the book is mostly done and you are on the down hill slide just around the corner to publication. Yes and no. What I am discovering is revision and editing are just the edge of the map and the most important time of all for me to hold fast to my dream.
Sitting for hours and hours on end creating an alternate universe of fiction in what sometimes feels like solitary confinement with just my laptop, IPod, thoughts and of course my faith has been both an amazing privilege and a frightening prospect. I never imagined this is where my life would lead me. All of you who know me personally can attest to the fact I am a true people person and I’m sure you could easily imagine that sometimes the hardest part of writing for me is taking my self out of the daily grind, away from phone calls, emails and everything social. It is quite difficult sometimes, however, an even bigger challenge which may seem cliché is trying to stay positive, motivated and determined that one day this story, this novel, will actually be in print for all to read.
Negativity is indeed the wicked step-sister who whispers in your ear while you scrub the floor dreaming about the Ball. Self doubt inevitably rears its ugly head and you have to take a break and refocus. When the doldrums strike, I feel as though this pursuit is delusional, self centered and arrogant and I should give it all up and use my free time for volunteer work or just cleaning out my closet. Anne Lamont said in her writing memoir Bird by Bird “the other voices are banshees and drunken monkeys.”
Without fail, I soon realize I could never be as happy doing something else as I have found myself to be in writing. When I am writing in the zone, my story flowing effortlessly, it occurs to me that if I could encourage one other person to pursue their own dreams based on the determination of my own, than I am truly doing the work for which God himself gifted me to do.
What I do know is there is no winning without facing a challenger. You can not be the champion if you are unopposed. Therefore we all must face the “I cant’s” and “You never will’s…” and remember to to fortify our dreams with loving, supportive friends and family that will only multiply our positive energy whenever we share our progress or triumphs.
(My fortifications? You all know who you are, you received an email that brought you here to read this blog and I thank God for each and every one of you every day.)
A dear friend of mine always reminds me when I lose sight of things that light cannot exist without dark. Halting the procrastination, I sit back down in my desk chair and I am again at a positive jumping off point. “Butt in chair” re-motivates me and I begin to notice that the time between lost and found is getting shorter as I continue to practice following my heart rather than my head.
It sounds a bit corny I know but our heart is where the deep identity of our soul resides in my own humble opinion. I have come to believe that our heart and soul are forever fighting against our ego mind to reveal to us who we are and what is possible despite the chaos and negativity coursing through the backdrops of our lives. Our egos can bring forward the most pounding criticisms of our past mistakes. Regrets and self-loathing that will suffocate us if we allow the dark hum too much time on the stage. For me, every muddied dark point and every sparkling shining moment of our lives make up all that we are during each and every moment of every day (whether we are consciously aware of it or not).
I believe there can be a balance and I think that is what we were sent here to practice. I find it sometimes when I am writing and it feels like perfection. Other people find it in a spread sheet or behind the wheel of a truck. Not unlike a painting, a masterpiece in the works; we are slowly coming together with each brushstroke. Light colors, dark colors, a tapestry of all that we have been and will be. The kicker is that we DO get to choose the brushes, the canvas and of course all the colors. We do not have to be victims of an assembly line. It is entirely up to us what essence of ourselves we want to spotlight or hold up to scrutiny.
My heart led me to start writing a few years ago and I walked through a doorway into more than I thought was possible in my life. Along the way I have discovered enormous blessings in self discovery, love and friendship all because I was willing to step outside of my comfort zone.
Now I just have to stay the course. I still have so much work to do and I could easily focus on my short comings and lost time but for today, at this moment, I choose not to and I hope that will be enough to silence the "banshees and drunken monkeys".
Writing a novel of any sort is no small task but a task I do recommend to almost every one I meet who is interested in writing. Why? Because it is an amazing learning experience to say the least. Writing this novel has been both a pleasure and a chore but there is no way to measure how much I have learned about myself not to mention the craft of writing itself.
Last month, I joyously submitted my work thus far to an amazing professional editor and after he read my novel twice through we had an almost 4 hour editorial review. It was fantastic. Much of what he had to say confirmed my creative instincts that I am on the right path. As a novice writer, this review alone could be chalked up to a huge success. We discussed every aspect of the story, from my characters, to plot structure, themes and our combined ideas for revision. The positive chemistry of our thoughts on how to make this story the very best it can be completely exceeded my expectations.
Now a month later my mind is all over the place and some days it is a struggle to get myself into my desk chair. Don’t get me wrong the ideas are coming, I have written tons of notes and I have spent a lot of time under my “thinking tree” day dreaming myself back into different aspects of my story and trying not to get anxious when I am doing more thinking than writing. Like everything else in life it is all in one's approach to the task that you find success or failure. Some people might imagine that when you find an editor the job of writing the book is mostly done and you are on the down hill slide just around the corner to publication. Yes and no. What I am discovering is revision and editing are just the edge of the map and the most important time of all for me to hold fast to my dream.
Sitting for hours and hours on end creating an alternate universe of fiction in what sometimes feels like solitary confinement with just my laptop, IPod, thoughts and of course my faith has been both an amazing privilege and a frightening prospect. I never imagined this is where my life would lead me. All of you who know me personally can attest to the fact I am a true people person and I’m sure you could easily imagine that sometimes the hardest part of writing for me is taking my self out of the daily grind, away from phone calls, emails and everything social. It is quite difficult sometimes, however, an even bigger challenge which may seem cliché is trying to stay positive, motivated and determined that one day this story, this novel, will actually be in print for all to read.
Negativity is indeed the wicked step-sister who whispers in your ear while you scrub the floor dreaming about the Ball. Self doubt inevitably rears its ugly head and you have to take a break and refocus. When the doldrums strike, I feel as though this pursuit is delusional, self centered and arrogant and I should give it all up and use my free time for volunteer work or just cleaning out my closet. Anne Lamont said in her writing memoir Bird by Bird “the other voices are banshees and drunken monkeys.”
Without fail, I soon realize I could never be as happy doing something else as I have found myself to be in writing. When I am writing in the zone, my story flowing effortlessly, it occurs to me that if I could encourage one other person to pursue their own dreams based on the determination of my own, than I am truly doing the work for which God himself gifted me to do.
What I do know is there is no winning without facing a challenger. You can not be the champion if you are unopposed. Therefore we all must face the “I cant’s” and “You never will’s…” and remember to to fortify our dreams with loving, supportive friends and family that will only multiply our positive energy whenever we share our progress or triumphs.
(My fortifications? You all know who you are, you received an email that brought you here to read this blog and I thank God for each and every one of you every day.)
A dear friend of mine always reminds me when I lose sight of things that light cannot exist without dark. Halting the procrastination, I sit back down in my desk chair and I am again at a positive jumping off point. “Butt in chair” re-motivates me and I begin to notice that the time between lost and found is getting shorter as I continue to practice following my heart rather than my head.
It sounds a bit corny I know but our heart is where the deep identity of our soul resides in my own humble opinion. I have come to believe that our heart and soul are forever fighting against our ego mind to reveal to us who we are and what is possible despite the chaos and negativity coursing through the backdrops of our lives. Our egos can bring forward the most pounding criticisms of our past mistakes. Regrets and self-loathing that will suffocate us if we allow the dark hum too much time on the stage. For me, every muddied dark point and every sparkling shining moment of our lives make up all that we are during each and every moment of every day (whether we are consciously aware of it or not).
I believe there can be a balance and I think that is what we were sent here to practice. I find it sometimes when I am writing and it feels like perfection. Other people find it in a spread sheet or behind the wheel of a truck. Not unlike a painting, a masterpiece in the works; we are slowly coming together with each brushstroke. Light colors, dark colors, a tapestry of all that we have been and will be. The kicker is that we DO get to choose the brushes, the canvas and of course all the colors. We do not have to be victims of an assembly line. It is entirely up to us what essence of ourselves we want to spotlight or hold up to scrutiny.
My heart led me to start writing a few years ago and I walked through a doorway into more than I thought was possible in my life. Along the way I have discovered enormous blessings in self discovery, love and friendship all because I was willing to step outside of my comfort zone.
Now I just have to stay the course. I still have so much work to do and I could easily focus on my short comings and lost time but for today, at this moment, I choose not to and I hope that will be enough to silence the "banshees and drunken monkeys".
Monday, June 7, 2010
Big Dream
“Big Dream”
Written by Alice Randall/Ralph Murphy
For 1993 Movie “Thing Called Love”
I have a dream of my own, it’s mine and mine alone.
It’s been my friend, since I was just a girl
It has a life, it has a heart, has a soul and it’s a part,
of everything this woman gives the world
And it’s a big dream, big enough to share,
like a rainbow, hanging in the air
and I thank God for making it come true
Makes me think maybe, God’s a woman too
Makes me think maybe God’s a woman too
There’s a full moon tonight and I’m bathing in its light
Naked as the day that I was born
There is no shame beneath this sky, I have kissed the past goodbye
And mended up my broken heart so torn
With a sweet sound, only I can make
and it gets stronger with every breath I take
And it’s all a part of making me feel new
Makes me think maybe, God’s a woman too,
Makes me think maybe God’s a woman too.
Written by Alice Randall/Ralph Murphy
For 1993 Movie “Thing Called Love”
I have a dream of my own, it’s mine and mine alone.
It’s been my friend, since I was just a girl
It has a life, it has a heart, has a soul and it’s a part,
of everything this woman gives the world
And it’s a big dream, big enough to share,
like a rainbow, hanging in the air
and I thank God for making it come true
Makes me think maybe, God’s a woman too
Makes me think maybe God’s a woman too
There’s a full moon tonight and I’m bathing in its light
Naked as the day that I was born
There is no shame beneath this sky, I have kissed the past goodbye
And mended up my broken heart so torn
With a sweet sound, only I can make
and it gets stronger with every breath I take
And it’s all a part of making me feel new
Makes me think maybe, God’s a woman too,
Makes me think maybe God’s a woman too.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Guaranteed
Just before the end of the year I had a routine doctor's appointment, as I prepared to leave, I thanked the doctor and I wished him a happy new year. As he walked out the examination room door on the way to his next patient, he responded to me over his shoulder, by saying "Guaranteed."
I was so surprised and impressed by his attitude. He had just removed a suspicious sun spot from my back that ultimately was benign but in that moment he completely inspired me to renew my outlook on the new year ahead.
How many of us do our job that way in light of the world around us? With the sluggish economy, so many people out of work and scrapping to get by, businesses closing all over our neighborhoods, soldiers in harm's way over seas and friends stricken with illness it would be an understatment to say some days are downright dreary.
My doctor blessed me in that moment and I knew before receiving the lab results that I had absolutely nothing to worry about. He was right.
He reminded me of a quote by Martin Luther King Jr. that I had first seen 13 years ago posted on the home page of my police department network computer:
“If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.”
This motivational quote was not lost on me, I was inspired to be a better public servant. Some days I was so worn out by the constant reports of crime and abuse it was easy to fall into an attitude of indifference. I wrote that quote down on a yellow sticky note and taped it inside the lid of my metal report case as a reminder I was in fact the person taking the report and not the victim who had called me for help.
I could picture the street sweeper with a smile on his face, whistling a tune as he pushed trash out of the street, pleased, in full realization of his grand place in the scheme of things, the beauty of his link in the chain of the universe. This image always lifted my spirits. It humbled me to imagine how Martin Luther King Jr. himself would not have been ashamed to be a street sweeper, in so many ways that was exactly who he was, the ultimate public servant.
I do believe if we throw our hearts full tilt towards our dreams for the new year and share our love for each other unabashed, in words and deeds, that the faith we carry in those our best intentions can transform life all around us. Many of my friends and family consider me the ultimate "Pollyanna", it's true and for this confession I will not apologize or repent.
Some say there are no guarantees but I say "attitude is everything".
Have a wonderful and prosperous new year!
Sincerely,
Jennifer
I was so surprised and impressed by his attitude. He had just removed a suspicious sun spot from my back that ultimately was benign but in that moment he completely inspired me to renew my outlook on the new year ahead.
How many of us do our job that way in light of the world around us? With the sluggish economy, so many people out of work and scrapping to get by, businesses closing all over our neighborhoods, soldiers in harm's way over seas and friends stricken with illness it would be an understatment to say some days are downright dreary.
My doctor blessed me in that moment and I knew before receiving the lab results that I had absolutely nothing to worry about. He was right.
He reminded me of a quote by Martin Luther King Jr. that I had first seen 13 years ago posted on the home page of my police department network computer:
“If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.”
This motivational quote was not lost on me, I was inspired to be a better public servant. Some days I was so worn out by the constant reports of crime and abuse it was easy to fall into an attitude of indifference. I wrote that quote down on a yellow sticky note and taped it inside the lid of my metal report case as a reminder I was in fact the person taking the report and not the victim who had called me for help.
I could picture the street sweeper with a smile on his face, whistling a tune as he pushed trash out of the street, pleased, in full realization of his grand place in the scheme of things, the beauty of his link in the chain of the universe. This image always lifted my spirits. It humbled me to imagine how Martin Luther King Jr. himself would not have been ashamed to be a street sweeper, in so many ways that was exactly who he was, the ultimate public servant.
I do believe if we throw our hearts full tilt towards our dreams for the new year and share our love for each other unabashed, in words and deeds, that the faith we carry in those our best intentions can transform life all around us. Many of my friends and family consider me the ultimate "Pollyanna", it's true and for this confession I will not apologize or repent.
Some say there are no guarantees but I say "attitude is everything".
Have a wonderful and prosperous new year!
Sincerely,
Jennifer
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