The sound and sight of that water streaming over that rock pulled me right in the moment. There we ten of us there in the creek that day, from ages 3-56. Good times.
Some barn shots out driving and other things that caught my eye
Things I see
When looking through our photo galleries on our cameras; we zoom in for details of our thoughts or feelings when we took the picture. Zoom in zoom out. Remember, think, think and ponder. Like discovering something new everytime. Stay curious.
Saturday, the Saturday between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. Stillness sets in and reflection becomes surreal. Acceptance. Repentance. Being truthful and honest with oneself…HOPE…searching, seeking & finding Hope. Happy Easter.
Such a little word that can mean so much.
Tonight sitting on the bench with a spiral college lined notebook, a roll of stamps, some white letter envelopes and a pen....
Flipping through this address book the names bring a memory or thoughtful wishes come flooding my mind.
Simply write a heartfelt message and address envelope to be mailed from the post office mail carrier...I almost hold my breath with anticipation of delivery.
And will a letter be mailed back? Will the excitement to check the mailbox everyday seem silly or hopeful?
Seems like ... well I'll just have to wait and see. It is so nice to have something to look forward to again.
The little things in hand written letters are magical. Just a little Day-Brighten-Upper let alone not a bill in the mailbox.
When I was asked what I'd like for Christmas, this year, I said a new address book. Many entries have been marked through to enter a new address several times. (Yes, I wrote them in ink.) I was lucky enough to receive that new address book and I have started to fill in the names, addresses, telephone numbers and even some notes! I am so excited! Oh yeah, I am using a pencil. Big grin.
Tonight I wrote for hours. Many letters and not too many entries in my new address book. But the ones I did get entered also will be receiving an envelope addressed to them. Once I started filling them in I just had to send a note too. There is a joy in my heart and a peaceful smile on my face that I do not always get from a text or an email.
Putting pen to paper is therapeutic!
I am looking forward to dropping off these envelopes at the post office and picking up another roll of stamps!
When my mind begins to wonder, if I’m talking to myself for no reason… or if… well, it is that my mind is clearly communicating with my gut. When the self talk starts up and it is not so pleasant, I have to remember where it’s coming from. Wasted rent space in my head will cloud my way to hear what is really going on. If negative thoughts creep in and want to manifest – it’s a choice to allow them. The actual fact that I didn’t realize I advertised to my gut there was rental space available… Then it’s time! Time to take inventory – self inventory.
This is one of the hardest tasks I do. Memories can be daunting and dissecting to the root draws a clear picture. One that can be seen in any light. Many times I want to flip the light switch off and close my eyes and sit with it in the dark. Even thinking when the light comes back on that the picture will magically change. Not true! Not the case!
If there is a problem, until it is brought to light it remains. These are self problems, not others blaming or shaming. It’s all me, self blaming – self loathing for growing pains of a lifetime of experiences. WHAT? Yep, and I believe it’s human nature to remember, relive inside, the good and not so good memories. For me, when the not so good want to hang around, I have to accept that it is time to wipe away the cobwebs – sweep away the debris. Look closely at the picture and see the true colors. Not where the past is, but where overcoming has delivered. The colors become so vivid. Seeing them for what they are.
The foundation has been built and is the perfect place to rebuild all things. Most importantly within. Because no matter what’s inside, it seeps out.
By the grace of God go I…
I’m grateful to make my bed when I awake. I am grateful to be able to do laundry when the hamper is full. Shoot, I’m grateful for the hamper to hold my dirty laundry. The smallest of things appreciated become quite the list of gratitude. I drown out the negativity. My mind and body find a balance. My mind finds peace. The unwelcome negative mind space renter is evicted. My gut health improves because the time and care I begin to invest in myself again.
There are a lot of letter I’s in this. As I look up, into the mirror I say… You have come a long way. You matter to me. Thank you for being you and all you do.. You are appreciated. Oh, and please don’t let so much time come between now and your next gratitude list. Date this and put it away. But share what you are doing somehow, with someone. You never know when something that seems so small to you, could be HUGE to someone else. Really all in all… lifting up, supporting, and encouraging others… well, isn’t that the kind of world we strive to live in? If only we remember to encourage ourselves too.