The Anchor Piece

Since posting under the bed, my room has become a haven again. My daughter walked by the room and couldn’t believe it. It went from something I hadn’t paid a lot of attention to, to well loved. She said,

“Wow! Your room is more beautiful than mine now!”

For a moment I felt a twinge of guilt.

She noticed the clock first thing and commented on it’s size. I had also purchased some star shaped lights made of paper, to fall onto the drapes. She noticed every detail and reached up to touch the heart shaped ceiling fan pull.

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We each have a body pillow, but I wanted a new cover for mine. Good ol’ Google found this Faux fur/Sherpa cover on sale at Target.

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I’ve decorated my daughter’s room most of her life, but as she enters adulthood, she does her own thing. Her room changes along with her.

She loved not only the look, but the feel of my room. Most everything was there, but now it flows.

My bedspread is the anchor piece.

A while ago, I bought my daughter the same brand name spread as mine. I don’t buy her things unless I believe she needs it. She likes it but it may change as she continues to evolve.

I cannot bring myself to change mine. It’s classic Peacock Alley and has been with me for many years. Maybe that’s why I wanted my daughter to have the same brand. It will last.

Wherever her wings take her, I hope she will always feel the anchor piece.

Under the Bed

Sunday mornings feel good. It’s the day I look back at what’s been accomplished for the week. A good bit got done, but there’s more to do.

This week I worked on my bedroom.

It had become a place to sleep and not a place to dwell. I was laying in bed one night and all I could think about was what was under my bed.

When was the last time I looked under my bed? What was being stored there? When was the last time it was thoroughly cleaned?

The next morning, I found the answers.

My daughter had a guitar case and a couple of plastic bins of clothing under my bed. She has a platform bed and cannot store anything underneath, so I offered my space. It was a collection of dust and dog hair under there, so this had to change. The top of her wardrobe was empty, so I placed the bins up there. The guitar case is by the back door awaiting storage.

I moved the bed to another location in the room and cleaned the floor during it’s move.

Also, as I was laying in bed that night, I found myself staring at an empty wall wondering what time it was. I rolled over and grabbed my phone from the bedside table, but the light hurt my eyes. I wanted a clock on that wall.

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It says Kensington Station, London.

“Go big, or go home,” is my thinking.

After I purchased the clock, I spotted something else that was sweet. It was just a little pull chain for the ceiling fan, but it spoke to my heart.

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Get it? Spoke to my heart…Hah! (That’s for you Little Fears )

My daughter would exit the room on that one.

The chain was long and had to be shortened. I tried living with it full length, but it was designed for a high ceiling, which I don’t have. It bopped my head whenever I walked under the fan. Being hit on the head by a blingy heart is not a bad thing, but became a little annoying after a while.

The heart is just a tiny detail for the room.

I see God working in the details of my life.

I see you God and you have my heart.

Save the Lizard

It was a long seven minutes waiting for the French press of coffee to be at it’s peak this morning. I normally set a timer for it, but instead just periodically glanced at the clock.

While I was waiting, our younger dog Winnie, began playing with something on the floor. We’ve had a baby lizard living in the house this week and Winnie had spotted the lizard.

I told her, “No no,” and she let it be. A few minutes later our big boy Denver spotted it, but he wasn’t as willing to leave it alone. I grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and scooped the lizard up into it.

It was so tiny. Smaller than my pinky.

I walked outside and released it into the yard. Small acts of kindness are not exclusively toward people. Even if I don’t see a person today, I believe the lizard had a good start to it’s day. The outdoors has to be better than a dog’s belly.

Within those seven minutes I remembered time passes either way. It’s what we do with our time that makes a difference. Being presently in the moment and aware of what is happening around us allows ample opportunity to fine tune our world. To make it better for everyone involved.

What began as waiting for coffee was really the perfect amount of time to save the lizard.

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Now is the time.

The Key to Happiness

A foundation of happiness. Rooted and grounded in pure joy. This took years to establish, but today it’s unshakable, thank you Jesus. I refuse to give anyone my joy. They need to find their own because mine is not for them. Mine.

keyOnce you have the feeling inside you of pure joy, it’s hard to give it up. It’s a feeling like no other! To be rooted in Christ and grounded in oneself, is quite an accomplishment. It’s a struggle to have one without the other. Then I would find myself out of balance from focusing on one more than the other.

People see me and think I’m always happy. That is not necessarily the case, but I choose not to dwell on the negative. God has allowed me to go through some storms and they have made me stronger and better. It takes a lot to upset me and it has to be baystanding front and center to snag my attention.

Letting Go has taught me just that. Look at it, ask some questions, if it’s not going to compliment my life then Let It Go! If it’s important it will come back at another time where it may have a place. Time always tells.

My daughter Bailey, at 15 is learning all this. She is learning it’s not all about her and she is not responsible for others people’s happiness. They have to have it in them first before it can flow onto others. The other day she said something to a friend that has been going through a rough spot. He said her comment made him mad, but we know, he was mad before she said it. Her words at the perfect moment unleashed it and boom!

She took this picture a little while later. Perfecting a joyful jump! Go girl.

 

Hey….Watch This!

I live in the country, so the title of this post is a rather popular saying by guys around here. It usually precedes a physical act that can lead to an emergency room visit shortly thereafter. As I sit at my desk this morning typing this, I gaze out the window and see my kind of, “Hey…Watch this!” The foliage has grown rather tall around the pond, and it’s earth tone colors made this easy to miss. Looking carefully…I see Stork!

frogIf you’re not familiar with Stork, go back and read, “Just Breathe” for your introduction. There are two that visit our pond, and this morning, it’s the blue-grey Egret. It’s rare to see him, and you have to look closely to spot him during his visit.

He stands majestically in the water, and moves with graceful intention. I go out onto the porch and sit on the stoop to take in a closer look. He takes three long strides, lowering his head toward the water. He plunges his beak below the water level, and pulls back with a fish. As I’m typing this, he has done this three times that I’ve seen. I have more than likely missed seeing the other moments of successful fishing, by moving my attention to the computer screen.

He is in the present moment. He is aware of his surroundings, but focused on what’s in front of him. Breakfast.

nowThere are distractions. Birds are flying all around, and half a dozen or so are having a party on the pier. A truck rides by on the road above, but it doesn’t distract him. He walks away from the road, finds a quieter spot, and retrieves another fish.

Are you enjoying the present moments of your life? I am guilty of not paying attention to what’s important at that moment. Sometimes I’m too focused on what’s at hand, and I miss what just happened beside me. My daughter trying to tell me what just happened in her day. I’m practicing reverting my attention from work, to focusing on her and listening to what’s she’s trying to share. This is her present moment, and we won’t get it back. If I miss too many of these, she will be less likely to invite me in.  I’ll wake up one day and she’ll be out living her own life, and I’ll depend on email and Instagram to see her moments. That’s just wrong! Lol

presentmomentI encourage you today to pay attention to what’s around you, and what’s in front of you. A fabulous book to help guide you is, “The Miracle of Mindfulness” by Thich Nhat Hanh. This book is beautifully written and pure joy to read. Look around and ‘see’ what’s important. What is happening that wasn’t happening a moment ago?

Guess what? The vacuum is going to sit until plugged in. My world is still and quiet at the moment, but that will change as soon as my daughter wakes up and the cat and dog are set free from their sleeping quarters.

Stork has moved on for the day. I enjoyed catching glimpses of his present moment experience. The fish could learn a lot from Stork, and so could we.