I was texting with a friend while she was getting ready for work, and wanted to wish her a good day. The words clicked along the tiny keyboard as, “I hope your day is filled with grace and space.” Those words reminded me of my … Continue reading Grace and Space
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Space to Grow
I’m reading The Artist’s Way for a second time. This year my Kindle died, but instead of replacing the device, I’m replacing digital books with real ones. Julia Cameron was first on the list for replacement, and I found a whole stack of her books … Continue reading Space to Grow
Wide Open Spaces
I dismantled my coffee bar. Didn’t see that coming did ya? Neither did I, and it all fell apart so gracefully. It’s was about a month ago when I began to feel a tug at my heart every time I walked by it, so I … Continue reading Wide Open Spaces
Creating That Space
Last November, I went to the lake near my home and sat down to just stare at the water. I knew there was too much on my plate, but had forgotten, I’m the one holding the spoon.
My daily life was full of unfulfilling acts. Life is designed to be fulfilling, but my actions were fulfilling a need in others, and draining me. It’s been a gradual process beginning in January.
I sat down at the lake craving calm. This stack of rocks was sitting to my right, and I wanted my life to be as Zen as this moment. I wondered where the rocks came from, but saw it as a divine appointment. They were sitting there, so I would see them. In the stillness, I heard three words, ‘Scrape your plate.’
I was raised in an era where I was responsible for everything I put on my plate. At dinner Mama would watch as we scooped out large portions of mashed potatoes, or took one too many slices of ham. She never forced us to eat everything she offered, but she expected us to eat what we took out.
Before leaving the table she’d say, “Clean your plate.”
She was never angry if I didn’t eat everything, but she wanted me to learn the value of her time. I learned to take out what I knew I could eat, and go back for seconds if still hungry, but I lost that lesson somewhere along the way. We control the spoon.
I’d help clear the table, and Mama would open the kitchen trashcan, point to it and say, ‘Scrape your plate’.
There’s a balance to life, but also a timing.
As soon as the new year began, I knew what needed to be scraped. Some people would be upset, and others disappointed, but I’d get through it. Anything I laid my hand to that wasn’t fulfilling got removed from the plate. By the end of June my plate was clean, except for my one job taking up adequate space.
And I haven’t picked up another spoon. Finding that space.
This is in continuation of Finding That Balance.
Find Some Headspace
This morning, I paid money to use an app. This is somewhat of a milestone for me, but after using it for 10 days, I was hooked! I whined to my daughter about my free trial ending soon, and she referred me to another one. It … Continue reading Find Some Headspace
A Safe Space
We all need a place to hide from time to time. That is where the healing begins.
My hope is that you find this Blog, a safe place to be. It is my honor and privilege to be led by God to create such a space. Your injured soul is safe.
Farewell to Who I Thought I Was
It’s Saturday morning in the first week of October and my home is so still and quiet, one could hear my stomach grumble. I’m supposed to be attending a Jack Canfield, Breakthrough to Success weekend workshop. I was invited by someone who doesn’t know me … Continue reading Farewell to Who I Thought I Was