In Walk like Wind, I wrote about my hesitation of being tall. That’s what I was really getting at with yesterday’s post. Wearing the boots make me even taller, but I’m embracing it.
We are each uniquely made, so we don’t have to try and be different. We already are.
I came home to a vase full of sunflowers sitting on the table. I saw these the other day at the market and thought about buying them for my daughter. They have always been her favorite flower, but now that she’s 20, I thought she may have outgrown them and didn’t buy them.
Her father had the same idea, and he bought them for her. There’s still that little girl inside of her that loves them. Where’s that kid inside of you? What do they still want to be? You’re not too old and your time hasn’t passed.
It’s time to embrace that unique quality and you be you.
From that short, little trip, I brought home a ton of fresh inspiration, and these two jars.
They were sitting outside of a little ‘hidden treasure shop.’ That is my way of describing junk stores. 🙂
It was love at first sight, and the price was right! (Hah! That rhymed! The extent of my poetry skills.)
I had a couple of ideas about using them, but if nothing else, they would remind me of the beach.
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The small one sits on the coffee bar. Maybe it will be used for coffee beans, but it’s a little large for a pound of beans. I’m thinking cookies instead.
The large jar is sitting on the coffee table.
My big idea last week was to make it into a gratitude jar. Oh yes lovely. To write down something you’re grateful for everyday and drop it in the jar.
I even went all anal and cut out pretty pieces of paper to write on, but then I had this vision.
What if my neighbor came by for a visit?
She would notice this large jar with pieces of paper in it and I would refer to it as a gratitude jar.
If she stopped by a few months from now, the jar would probably be half full, or more. That would be impressive, right? Looking at it today with just a few pieces of paper laying on the bottom, I would feel led to tell her it is something new.
Implementing something new starts small.
Either scenario feels embarrassing for both of us.
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I’ll find an old shoe box to use instead and keep jotting something down each day. It will be interesting at the end of the year to go though the slips of paper and read what I was grateful for.
“Ideas, possibilities, hopes, dreams float around, circling us like asteroids around a planet. We may think events in our lives are happening aimlessly, without purpose. All we see are disconnected, floating blobs.”
“We reach for them, try to grab them in our hands so we can connect them, force them into a whole, force them into a picture we can see, something that makes sense.”
“Let the pieces be. Let yourself be. Let life be.”
“Sometimes, chaos needs to precede order. The pieces will come together in a picture that makes sense, in a beautiful work of art that pleases.”
“You don’t have to force the pieces to fit together if it’s not time. You don’t have to know. There is power in letting go.
“Power in waiting. Power in stillness. Power in trust. There is power in letting the disconnected pieces be until they settle into a whole. The action you are to take will appear.”
“Timely. Clearly. What you’re to do will become clear.”
(Excerpt from Melody Beattie~Journey to the Heart)