The Morning Pages

I’ve added another simple habit to my life.

It’s called, The Morning Pages.

This was daunting to begin. As you know I like my mornings, and coffee is an intricate part. You are to write three pages by hand, as soon after you awake. Or in my case, as soon as humanly possible.

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The idea is to start before the brain starts.

The mind can quickly begin shooting off ideas about my day, so this has been an interesting exercise.

The first day was effortless. My mind wasn’t fully awake, so it felt like my heart was dictating the writing. There must be a small window of time to be in this space, because the next day I waited to begin.

It was a struggle between heart and mind.

So, they key is….do it before anything else.

Therein lies the beauty of the Morning Pages.

Thank you Julia Cameron for sharing your creativeness, and Nadine at Bloomwords for mentioning her and this, in your Blog.

Cross the Bridge

Living in the past, or uncertainty.

It’s not healthy to unpack our bags and stay.

Looking at pictures of bridges, it dawned on me how helpful they are. A bridge allows us to easily navigate over water, or treacherous ground.

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When I was a kid, the best part of the car ride was driving over a bridge. God wants us to be more childlike in our faith, and crossing a bridge takes faith. When did we become afraid of a bridge?

Melody Beattie writes, “Cross the bridge. You don’t have to understand it all right now. Information and understanding will come later. For now, trust and experience what you’re going through. Know that this time of change is sacred too.”

Pictures of bridges are beautiful. Driving across one offers a breathtaking view. Maybe it’s the journey itself, and not about ‘getting to the other side.’ The beauty is all around us while crossing the bridge.

 

Fall is Coming

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Have a glorious day lovelies! xx

We Always Do

Today is one of those days you just go with the flow of the day itself. My daughter came home yesterday, and will leave tomorrow. She has a busy couple of weeks ahead, thanks to her father, but the last thing I told her lastnight was…

We will get through it. We always do.

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One of my faves taken 9/19/2015. 

Stork and Me

Three years ago, I told God I wanted nothingness. Just put me in nothingness. Well, it’s true when they say, “Be careful what you ask for. You just might get it!” He plopped me on 40 acres, with my daughter, and a new beginning.

piermcdadeWhen I knew it was past time for me to leave my marriage of 25 years, I prayed the God would show us where to go. At first, I was hoping my daughter and I would be able to stay in our home, and that my husband would leave. He wasn’t leaving, and I guess he thought I wouldn’t either. He had another thing coming.

I was so hungry for more. Beauty, peace, joy, happiness, and a life reflecting His very best. I couldn’t really fathom what that would look like, because He is God, but I knew it had to be better than where I had allowed myself to be. It was that faithful day, I was standing outside, and my daughter walked up to me and said, “Mama? Are you ever gonna smile again?” It was time for a huge leap of faith.

If you want to read all about Stork, and what He’s meant in my life, you can do so here. I believe God will give us signs we are on the right path. Stork has been mine.

storkI didn’t know where to go. Where would be our new home? My daughter started looking, and found a house an hour away from where we were. We looked at several houses, but none of them seemed quite right. When she found this one, I asked, “Where the heck is McDade, TX?” We drove to find out.

After looking at numerous houses, I was ready for a sign. I asked God to make it crystal clear, if this was going to be our new home. Make it obscenely obvious, because sometimes I need that. We met the man that owned the little house, at the house, and he showed us around. I knew it was when Mr. Rick said the exact same words as I had asked God. He said, “What do you think? Is this your new home?” Knocked me over.

It was still a scary process, waking up out in the middle of nowhere. We were surrounded by 40 acres, and lots of wildlife. Mr. Rick, and his wife, Patricia, lived across the pond from us, so we weren’t completely alone. God has His Angels firmly planted. I still laugh when I think back at the first time I called them at 2:00 am, after hearing footsteps on the porch.I-know

No honey, those were hooves, not feet. We had our first encounter with wild boar. “Stay inside”, she said. “They are just as afraid of you, as you are of them.” I wasn’t so sure. We bought a shotgun, but never had to use it. God had our backs.

Stepping out onto the front porch of that little house for the first time, coffee in hand, it looked just like nothingness. I asked God, “If this is where we’re supposed to be…If we are on Your path, You gotta show me something please.”

My eyes were drawn down to the left, where a pond and a pier stood still. At the end of that pier, was the most beautiful Great Blue Heron! He was just standing there majestically, with complete confidence, which at the time I didn’t have. He looked at me as if to say, “Good morning Dear. God sent me to tell you. Welcome home.” It was absolutely beautiful!

That was years ago, but Stork is still in my life today. While visiting Mr. Smith, and his lake was newly recovering from the drought, I gazed out my writing room window, and spotted him. Same stance, same message as before.

He is still here today, and I love watching him fly in to catch his breakfast. He doesn’t stay long, but just a glimpse is all I desire. Jeremiah 29:11 says it all Beautiful Souls. He has a good plan. If you are sitting in nothingness, it just might be your new home. That house is where God healed me from all the hurt from my past. That is where I became a Letting Go Coach.

That leap of faith was the first step of a new life, and a life of beauty. I don’t know if I will ever know what God’s very best looks like, but I’m going to enjoy the journey, and the little glimpses He gives. I’m obviously on the right path.

 

 

Where’s My Why

My daughter has been in Florida with her Dad for almost a week, so I’ve had plenty of time to ponder. This can be good and not so good. This time is was actually very good for me.

A while ago, I started looking at my why in every area of my life. The Blog why was easy. I started this Blog at the prompting of my daughter. She knew I love to write and felt my story would encourage others. I have been through a lot, but God has turned it all into beauty. Even when I couldn’t see it, it was right there waiting for me to stop and notice.

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This is one thing I have started doing for myself. Stopping.

Do you stop or pause during the day and look at your life?

The Blog was born from a love of writing. It tells the story of life with my daughter for the past three years. We have been on a great adventure living life on our own with God to lead us.

The Blog is a legacy I will leave to my daughter. She can come here, as long as the Internet exists, and read about our great adventure. God provided and cared for us every step of the way.

Having walked through many a fire, my hope is to encourage everyone who reads it there is a beautiful life available to all.

I love light and things that smell good. When I got home today, I plugged in this little scent warmer and snapped this pic. The light is so bright, it’s difficult to read, but says, “Home Sweet Home.” Above it is a sign that I pause and read quite often. The last line of the sign says, “This is your life…make it beautiful.” That is what I strive to do for myself and others.

Why do I Blog? To share my life with others. You need some beauty? Come here and sit a while. Has it always been this way? No…but it’s getting more and more beautiful everyday.

 

 

 

 

 

Box of Love

When I began Blogging, my thought was, this is for my daughter Bailey. To have a place to go and read about our journey together. What goes on the Internet, stays on the Internet, is our motto. I never want her to forget this day.

This guy in Missouri has been talking with her for a while now. His name is Brett, and he works at Starbucks for now. There are two thumbs up already. His name starts with a B, like all our family members, and he works at our favorite coffee shop. Brett bought Bailey a reusable cup from Starbucks. This one cup is how the box of love began.

He started dropping stuff in the cup when he came home from work. The items were random things he had laying around his room that he thought Bailey would like. Guitar picks and a cool guitar capo. The capo was so unusual; it took us a minute to figure out what it was. He wanted to tell her, ‘You Rock,’ so he taped a rock to a piece of paper and put it in the cup. There was more he wanted to send, so the cup went into a box, and he started adding to the box.

FullSizeRenderHe wrote messages on index cards. The cards were in a stack, as she went through and read each one, her smile growing larger all the while. I noticed how she pulled each item out and looked at it like a mysterious treasure. Knowing that his hand touched it, his thought was behind it, and the t-shirts smelled like his cologne. It was a box of love and light.

The joy that each item brought her was priceless, even though the only money he spent was on the postage. The box took some time, effort and thought, which is important to any relationship. Brett showed us you can put love in a box, and send it, but the secret is not to keep it in the box. Unpack it, feel it, give it back to the giver and everyone around you.

 

blackandwhiteBarbara is a writer and loves being a Mom to her 16 year old daughter. It’s a dream come true for her to be a Letitgocoach and help others enjoy their lives. She hosts Workshops, does one on one Coaching and is writing her first book.  You may connect with her via email. Letitgocoach@gmail.com