The Term to describe someone who helps others put their best foot into the world these days is a Image Consultant. The name is Unpleasant to me. To me, Image is a Facade and it is the one thing in Life that can keep us Stuck. As Long as the Outside looks Perfect so many People stay Unevolved and Broken. So please in the Comment Section below, give me some suggestions of Other Description Ideas of what I could put on my Website and Business Cards. I will Gratefully Ponder all and Make a Choice.
That being Said, I want to iterate why I have Chosen to Speak to the Heart in my Blogs, Focus on Heart Issues. Spirituality. The Place where True Beauty Resides. The kind that Ages like Fine Wine. The kind that Shines through Dimmed Eyes when Dewey Skin has Disappeared and the Vitality of Youth has Quietly Faded.
If Heart Issues first aren’t Rectified, the Good Fed and Nurtured ,we become Plastic. Fruitless. We become One Dimensional and No Clothing, No Impeccable Style can make us Feel Good. All it does is feed our Poor Childish Egos. The Part of Us that strives to be the Coolest, the Trendiest. The Person Admired on the Street.
When the Heart is Right, we Dress to Celebrate Life. Art. Our God Given Personalities that are Uniquely Us. And should be Embraced Wholeheartedly. Not to be Noticed but to add Beauty and Uniqueness to the World. To Encourage Others to Celebrate Themselves in Uniquely Them Ways.
So Today, as All Days, I will Focus on the Garden of My Heart. Humility, Love, Kindness, Forgiveness and Peace. S E L F L O V E . Self Love means Tending to Our Hearts. Pulling the Noxious Weeds of Pride, Ego and Competition. Then we will Celebrate Life with Great Style. Our Own Style. And we will Encourage Others to Embrace Theirs.
(I Love the little hand tied red string on the back of the plate. I love picturing her hands lovingly tying the knot.)
To the Christian and the Jew, Esther is a Special Woman. We use the expression “Mother of Israel” when there’s a Woman in our Community who Lives for Others and who’s Heart Beats to Nourish and Cherish Others. So this Morning, my Heart is thinking of a Special Namesake Esther in my Life who has gone to Her Eternal Home. She lived in Kamloops, British Columbia. We used to live on the Shuswap Lake, and She Adopted Us. Brought us right into the Warm Sphere of her Love. Many a Sunday Dinner was spent over her lace tablecloth and dainty china. Her Soft Melodic Voice still Rings in my Heart. Her husband Cam so much more Boisterous and Entertaining and yet her Presence was Equally as Treasured. When she Spoke, we all Reverently Listened. To my Heart, it was Like an Angel’s Voice. When she opened her mouth, Grace Poured Out. She never Spoke Evil of Anyone. She was Strength of Gentleness Personified. Meekness and Love Embodied. Last night I had the enormous privilege of her Gorgeous Grandson, Chris Adams here for Mother’s Day. So fitting to celebrate Mother Esther with Him. I have a plate by my bed that hung on her bathroom wall. The only thing I asked for when she passed. To me, the saying on the plate, it Embodies Esther. I loved taking a Moment and Looking at His Capable Noble Hands holding his Grandmother’s Plate. A Rich Moment for Me.
Today, I have a Twenty Something Esther in my Life. Who’s Lips at such a Young Age Pour out Grace. Her Smile Lights up My Life. Her Positivity Contagious. She has no idea how often I see the Correlation between Esther of Israel, Esther of Kamloops, and now Esther of Calgary.
My Life is So Rich. Because of the Richness of Other’s Hearts. Maybe Today, I can be in some small way a Blessing to Others.
I haven’t looked out for Jeannine for a long time. In fact, I feel like I’ve told her, “Take the back burner honey.” There’s Surviving to do, Breathing, Tough Stuff like that. But I’m Ready. I’m Ready to Start Living. Passionately. With Purpose. I have Hobbies Galore. Half Learned Languages. Ok, one eighth learned. Dusty Canvases. Forlorn Cookbooks. My Muscles used to be Tight to the Bone. I was an Avid Fitness Girl for Eight Whole Years. So my Running Shoes are going on. Hey, I’m 43, it’s Flipping Time. Flipping. Time.
Who’s with me? In the comment section below, tell me one thing you’re going to Dust Off. Dig Out. Break Out. Start Again. Try Out. Recharge.
My daughter Helen sent me the music she will be walking down the aisle to wed her dear Jesse. My tears are still hot and sticky on my face. My little Blonde Angel. My Little Rock. My Conversationist. My Sunny Bells. So Constant in Her Spirit. So Faithful and Loyal. So Optimistic and Always Sweet. Even when she’s Cranky it’s just Pockets of Clouds with the Sun still poking through. How I Love that Girl. She has borne in her Young Life the Fury of the Gale. She is already a Seasoned Sailor on the Sea of Life. And ohmygoodness, I would’ve Capsized without her. She’s been my Cheerleader, My Shield, My Shoulder to Cry On. She’s Goofy, and Silly and a Side Ache from Laughter. She “Wixes her Mords” and truly can be Airheaded and Yet is one of the most Intelligent Women I know. So Tuned In to Current Events and History. She’s a Walking Biology Textbook. Her Knee-jerk emotion is Kindness. I’ve never met anyone who is so Pure in Her Opinions of Others and Keeps such Short Accounts with People. She is Fully Engaged in Life. Loves Babies and Animals. Enjoys Good Food and Has Close Loyal Friendships. She is Not a Gossip. She Adores Her Family and if you want to Upset Her Long-suffering Heart, say something Derogatory about Her Kin. She Fiercely Loves.
As a Child we called her Hells Bells, but she is truly an Angel Tinkle. A Sweet Heavenly Breeze. I can only Hope to Be a Blessing in Her Life like she is in Mine. Bless Her Darling Heart. You are an Honour to Your Namesake, Grammie Helen Robertson.
Most People aren’t Bad. They just don’t Know Better. I’ve Harmed People by my Ignorance. Times when I felt Justified in my Hasty Judgments and Acted Accordingly on Them. Kindness never Leaves a Scar. But Rushing to Judgment Can. There’s the saying …
“the words of a talebearer go down and wound the innermost part of the belly”.
Even though Others Hurt Us, It becomes our Responsibility to Heal it. And one way is To Forgive. Forgive them for Not Knowing what they Did Not Know. Forgive them for Being Human. After all, I am a Human. Deeply Flawed, but Beautifully Human. As Everyone Else on the Gorgeous Globe. Every time We Remember, We Hurt. So Hence, 70 X 7 we need to Forgive. A Conscious Choice. We say, “They did Not Know. And if they Did Know, they would Act Different.” A dear friend of mine once said, “If we knew everyone’s life experience, we would always forgive everybody.” Hurt People Hurt People. Let’s Stop the Cycle by Bringing Tenderness to Callousness. Bring Warmth to others Cold. Bring Blessing where there is Betrayal.
If we Love Love and if we Love Goodness, we will Look for Any Opportunity to Show it. Remember Love can be Walking Away. Love can be Boundaries. Forgiveness doesn’t always mean Reconciliation. But Love should always be Constant. Forgiveness not a Variable. It isn’t an Action, but a Spirit we Live In.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Strive to be happy.
Not me! Yes, You! Couldn’t Be?! Then Who? Yup, I’ve been known to steal Cookies. The Sweet Bits in People’s Lives. Every time I don’t Practice Kindness. Empathy. Gentleness. Meekness, I become a Robber. Of the Innocent. We can Wreak Havoc where Peace did Reside. Where Pureness Reigned. It Sickens me to even Think About It. We all want to believe we aren’t Capable. That we are always Safe for Others.
When you hear the vilest deed done to man, Take Heed. The ability to Harm and Destroy is One Perfect Circumstance away. That’s All. So Lets Guard Our Hearts. If the Rumbles of Pride and Selfishness Permeate our Hearts, Know that we are about to morph into a Cookie Monster. And that’s the Kindest Way to Say It.
Love Ya’LL….Let’s Bake Our Own Cookies and Share Em.