Thursday, March 25, 2010

Speakin' Up

"The power of the word is real whether or not you are conscious of it. Your own words are the bricks and mortar of the dreams you want to realize. Behind every word flows energy." Sonia Choquette
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Monday, March 22, 2010

Who is she?

I hit bumps in life from time to time when I feel unsettled. As though there's more life I should be living. I question where I am and what I'm doing. Is it enough? Is it right? There's a competitiveness that causes me to compare and assume that because someone else has reached a new chapter in their life, I should too. And then I begin to doubt myself and how I am caring for me. Should I do more? What can I change? Gradually, Envy slips through my defenses and takes up residence. She's brought a tenseness to my jaw that reverberates down through my neck and shoulders. I believe her whispers that someone else has better, someone else has more, someone else is living life more fully than I am. She tells me I'm not as much of a person as so-and-so. My mind begins to scramble to figure out how to catch up.
How did I get on this hamster wheel again? Have I been on it so long that I no longer hear the squeak? Can I step off and get my bearings again? Banish the green-eyed maiden, hold counsel with Contentment and laugh with gratitude.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Happy words

These words danced through my mind as I free wrote this afternoon. Enjoy.

Pink flowers sparkle freely as they dance in the breeze.
Songs whisper their melody to strangers in a crowd.
Sand sprinkles time around our feet.
Laughter chimes the hours.
Ink etches the story of our lives.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Blonde Moments

Have you ever had a crazy week? Not crazy as though you alone are responsible for turning the world, but crazy like you haven't got a care in the world. Really, I did have a lot of things to be busy with and concerned with this week, but no one informed my brain.
So, on Monday I cut myself shaving at the gym and bled for 45 minutes while I finished getting ready. The gym had run out of bandaids. Sigh. No matter what I tried, my ankle kept dripping and dripping and dripping.
Tuesday I forgot to plug in my brain. Hence, the exciting episode of smoking easymac. Three minutes in the microwave in a plastic container with no water equals billowing smoke, blackened maccaroni and a burned smell that permeated the entire school.
Wednesday I almost forgot to take my work clothes to the gym. Not a problem, until you realize that I work out at 5:30 and go straight to work.
After that, things kind of settled down. I don't think I've been too clueless these past two days. But, oh the joy in laughing at one's self!