Letting Go, Moving On, Unbecoming 2016

I Planted Weeds

Earlier this week, I went to see my friend Stephanie.

She gave me the courage to try my hand at plants again.

I took one look at her wrought iron fencing, and fell in love.

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It’s a weed, but look at how delicate the greenery is. It has tiny red flowers that bloom in the shape of a trumpet. Walking into the shop, I found Stephanie and asked her about it. She said it comes up every year, but this was my first time seeing it. She saw the look in my eyes, and said, “Come on! Lemme get the water hose, and I’ll dig you some up!”

She gave me plenty to bring home and plant, and I planted it along the fence facing the bedroom windows. I am not sure how I went from nurturing and growing plants, to planting weeds, but I like it. To lay across my bed, and gaze out the window at it will be peaceful. It just needs to take root to grow. Her’s were growing under rocks, so they are tough.

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I’ve been reading Melody Beattie a lot lately. She is ahead of me on this journey of finding yourself, but we have similar hearts. Here are some of her words that resonated with me.

“Be still and know that I am God. Stillness is a place. Become familiar with stillness. Take time to learn it’s power.” Stillness is found when being still, and becoming present in that moment.

“Find a balance that is right for you.”

“Become sensitive to your needs.”

“Inhale, receive. Exhale, give back.”

“Clear resentments from your heart.”

“Learn to be calm.”

“All you have to do about your feelings is feel them.”

“Embrace each cycle of your life.” This is where she talks about aging. I agree with Melody, that when you hit 50, you begin the second half of your life. Let’s see what that looks like.

“The answers are in your heart. Go back~think~when was your heart it’s happiest? Go back to your heart. It will always lead you home.” Home is where the heart is. I’m going home.

A Better Way to Live, Quality of life

A Better Way to Live~Day 8

There was a time when I was so busy all the time that it seemed I had a full life. Then I learned the following lesson. There is a big difference between ‘full’, and ‘fulfilled’.

Never again clutter your days or nights with so many menial and unimportant things that you have no time to accept a real challenge when it comes along. This applies to play as well as work. A day merely survived is no cause for celebration. You are not here to fritter away your precious hours when you have the ability to accomplish so much by making a slight change in your routine. No more busy work. No more hiding from success. Leave time and space to grow.

somedayOn a  continuous basis, I glance at my plate. Does it look like it was overloaded at a recent buffet, or is everything evenly distributed? The goal is for everything to fit, but not run together. Some helpings may be a little larger than others, but it’s what my daily life consists of, and I want it to be balanced.

Sometimes things ease onto my plate and it starts getting overcrowded. With that, one of two things will happen. I look closely at my plate and make sure I like what I see. If something has been there a while and not appetizing anymore, it may be time to remove it and make room for the new thing to help me grow.

It works best for me to remove something and pray about embracing the new, opposed to continually piling on. If I look at my plate and everything is balanced, working in sync and complimenting one another, then it’s time to say ‘No’ to adding anymore for now. Say ‘No’ without giving a reason. One of the perks of adulthood, because it’s your life. Savor every bite.