I was reading the egg-cyclopedia for an un-egg-spected egg-sam when an egg-cellent and egg-stravagant thing happened. An egg-splosion of egg-normous proportions occurred so I used it as an egg-scuse to egg-splore. I was preparing for an egg-sotic eggs-hibition on the egg-loo while performing an egg-speriment on the egg-spansion of egg-sercise. I wanted to egg-spand my egg-straordinary and egg-stensive egg-splanation when I thought of an egg-sample. Nothing is too egg-streme of an egg-splanation. Remember it’s important to egg-ercise your brain and go to egg-stensive lengths to egg-spress yourself in egg-stremely egg-citing ways. Always be egg-sact and egg-spand on egg-samples so people get egg-cited about your topic. That way they will be sad when you egg-sit and think you’re an egg-spert on everything. Being egg-spressive with your egg-splanation is egg-istential to being an egg-sperienced person. It’s egg-silarating. There will be an egg-samination later so pay egg-stra attention. If you egg-sist for an egg-ceptional eggs-change you will feel egg-uberant and will therefore egg-sist for a purpose.
As I lay awake
With my head on the pillow
I recount the day and think
about people I know and
have known. I think about
my many blessings and
how time seals the gap
how it heals the hole
in your middle.
Feeling helpless is a result
of loving so much – the fear
of losing so much.
Pray instead. Fall asleep in His arms.
As I said in a prior post, thoughts have been swirling around me and the people appear to be acrobats dangling by a thread. Maybe it’s just me getting older and worrying more about things, but every day brings a new challenge and something else to pray about. I don’t think there’s been a night this week I haven’t gone to bed “in God‘s arms.” Falling asleep praying is something I used to feel guilty about, but have since realized we are just tucked safely in His arms. I wish I could tuck each and every person I’ve heard about over the past several weeks safely in God’s arms, but it is not to be. Prayer will have to do.
It seems as though terrible tragedies like the storm on the East coast and other people near and far I have encountered seem to be living with serious health problems. I wish I could reach out to each and every person and give just an ounce of encouragement. I must sit back, as we all do, and leave it to God. It’s difficult to send your children to school in a world of such uncertainty. Nothing is certain though is it?
He was alright when I left.
It only happened once.
That’s the diagnosis.
It’s a sickness – a disease
They seem to kick the habit
but it keeps on coming back
It’s a horror. It’s a sickness
It’s a shame to be so weak.
I have been in deep reflection over the past couple of weeks over several topics. There are a number of people in trouble swirling around me and they seem to be dangling by a thread. Let me start by saying I have always been easy to talk to so I have been a sounding board for all types of issues. Maybe one reason is it’s so easy to get in touch these days with the different types of social media.
Let me first say this topic disgusts me, but I see how some people can make choices and get themselves into situations that are very dangerous. The choices seem to multiply and before long there seems to be no way out. I am here to tell you there is a way out. You may be too proud to admit it but are you or someone close to you living scared?
So let me be blunt. What is it about men hitting women and pushing them around? In the last couple of weeks I have been educated on this issue through a girlfriend of an old friend. It’s a long story, but when women are more concerned about men cheating on them than them hitting them in the face something is desperately wrong.
I am ashamed to admit staying in relationships due to circumstances and maybe this is no different, but this woman is a self-sufficient woman who owns her own home. He is essentially living there. No more than a guest. She’s contemplating marriage if you can believe it. But she wants to make double sure he’s not cheating on her. She doesn’t want advice on the hitting part, just if he’s been “hitting on” anyone else. Couldn’t resist the inappropriate pun. Can you weigh in on this? I know she’s not the only one going through this in the world. What is this behavior about and how do people get to this point?
I decided to “opt out” of the situation and not be involved, even as a sounding board for the woman. Did I make the right decision? I did make myself clear the real issue is the violence not the cheating. How does this story make you feel?
A Clockwork Orange at 50?! – are we desensitized to this? Are these “ultra-violent” times? the Rolling Stones connection? Listen to On Point with Tom Ashbrook.
Mochi things – iPhone case and wallet. How many of these cute things can actually exist? Enter Crown Smartphone Pouch v2
My kindergartener rocks. She is so intelligent and such a joy to be around. Well, most of the time . . .
An exercise class is fun. Here are some cool songs: Too Close by Alex Clare (have you seen this video?), Hot Chelle Rae’s Tonight Tonight, Rihanna‘s Where Have You Been, Adele’s Rumour Has It, and Deadly Handsome Man by Marcy Playground
Do I need an exorcism or does YOUR medicine just need changed? Why does it seem like the people on medication really need everyone else to be on more medication just to make sense?
Perhaps this is a normal day for you. You do all the things you ordinarily do and feel – nothing’s different. You feel no better. You feel no worse. I wonder why? Living without living is no way to live your life. I have what I like to call my “inner tantrum”. When things aren’t going my way and they usually aren’t, my inner tantrum comes out and sometimes I can’t get out of it. It’s a stuck place where nothing seems to go right and things keep getting worse and worse. Need I say this is an anxious time for me.
I just finished reading an article in September’s Yoga Journal that is entitled “Untangling Anxiety”. Of course, I was intrigued to see what a Yoga expert would say about my inner tantrum (anxiety). My anxiety is like a security blanket for me. I’m so used to it, I believe it has become a comfort. So, if self-talk won’t help, what do you do? Perhaps you’ve heard of the “tighten/release” soother for anxiety. You breathe in as you tighten and squeeze all your muscles and exhale and release the contractions. This works for some, but not for me so much. Other ways are dancing or taking a bath to soothe yourself. These methods also do not work for me. I carry tension in my shoulders, particularly my right shoulder blade. What can I do to soothe those muscles and tame that inner tantrum?
What is the difference between anxiety and diligence? Doesn’t anxiety keep us on our toes and help us not to forget those important things we must do? Since the “inner tantrum” has become a ritual we cannot seem to get away from we must first admit we have this anxiety and we want to rid ourselves of it.
One day, perhaps, you might notice that what you have perceived as anxiety is, at its core, just pure energy.
Good news! We have the choice to experience the anxiety as an inner tantrum or excitement such as a feeling of being ready for action. This energy could begin the growth we so desperately seek.
So to recap:
- Locate where anxiety is exhibiting in the body;
- Breathe and center in the heart;
- What is contributing to the anxiety?;
- Become aware of the thoughts – Can you let this go?;
- Tune into the feeling. Can this feeling also be let go?;
- Find a feeling of warmth and pleasure – counter the negative with a positive
This practice takes practice and you have to give yourself over to this new way of thinking for the method to possibly work. I, for one, think I will give it a try.
If you’d like to read the article it is in the September issue of Yoga Journal and written by Sally Kempton, an internationally recognized teacher of meditation and yoga philosophy. She is also the author of Meditation for the Love of It. Visit her at sallykempton.com.
Why would a seemingly sane middle aged woman who has plenty to do agree to be an assistant soccer coach of 4 and 5 years olds? Do I have some kind of death wish? I don’t have patience. This is a Christian league so it’s not competitive and the goal is not about winning but how you play the game. I always thought I was a good sport and a Christian who would have no problem with the non-competitive nature of this league. I now find I am not a very good sport and may need some
works, work in the Christian department. Little slip of the tongue there.
We’ve only had two practices and one game and I’m already looking at the date of the last game and, I might add, doing a lot of praying. My daughter is having fun (at the moment) and I’m trying to teach her how to be a part of a team. It seems I don’t have to teach her this lesson; I need to learn it myself. There is no “out” here. I can’t quit or come up with some excuse. I’m in this until October folks. Please pray for me. I need all the prayers I can get.
Do you know you can’t say “Oh man!” and “Are you kidding me?” in a Christian soccer league or even with 4 and 5 year olds? I know it’s a good idea and what the sport should be about at this level, but it’s difficult to restrain myself. I may end up learning the most in this experiment. What do you think? Any similar experiences?
My child is beginning Kindergarten. I was not a child who easily adjusted to Kindergarten for whatever reason. I don’t know why I cried most every day but I did and now I’m afraid my sensitive child will cry too. Who will encourage her when I’m not there. Who will nudge her out of her comfort zone to try new things. Wow! I seem really controlling. I need to chill. I’m not really afraid she’s going to throw a fit like I did, because she doesn’t usually do that, but nonetheless my stomach is in knots. In short, Kindergarten scares me. It scares me because:
- Children can be mean.
- My child can be mean.
- I don’t want to lose control over her time.
- I won’t know exactly what she’s doing.
- What if she doesn’t like it? Day is too long?
- We will miss each other.
- What if she’s scared and I’m not there to console her?
- Getting up early is difficult.
- What if she doesn’t find friends?
- I’m just sad
and so on and so forth. This is also all day Kindergarten. The days are long and we’ve never been away from one another like this before. I guess I make us sound spoiled. I have been fortunate to be able to stay at home with her since she was born and my life has literally revolved around her. Now what? Believe me I am very, very appreciative of the time I have had and it has been invaluable. I am also very thankful to have been able to see all of the milestones I may have missed otherwise. How do I rid myself of this angst? How can I turn this into a positive experience for both of us. All indications are she will be a very successful Kindergartner. She does like being home though. I’m torn, but it’s going to happen. I can’t control it. There’s the control thing again. Aaaarrrggg!
Some cool things I have found on my travels . . .
Miniature Artists Books – I love miniatures and books
Elephant with books
Making paper with seeds – good Spring gift
Yoga sleep pose – from the Yoga Journal
Stereomode site – for whatever mood ails you
Tile Coaster DIY from The Cottage Home
The 99% – not the 1%, but the 99%
feel more better – If you want to feel better go here
the jealous curator – speaks for itself
Lists of Note – lists from all walks of life
Let me know what your favorite “go to” site is right now!
She was two
Oh how the time flies
I remember the birthday,
the fireworks, the beach
and the butterflies
Next was three and it’s
like a blur
and four came but
was overpowered with
Dora the Explorer.
Now we’re at five and
she’s getting away. Fleeting
moments I wish would all
stay. I know it’s normal
but I don’t want to go with
the flow. Sometimes
I just want that little
baby who cried all
night and realize
it’s a fight I’ll never win.
Gotta let her go to Kindergarten
and walk up the stairs with that
backpack – so grown up.
I know I’m lamenting and
I’m really tired of the sassies
and things she says as she
passes. Why is it so hard
to let go of time, when it’s
all that’s been on my mind