words, music, food to lighten the heart
You have a run in your pantyhose.
Let me get the hair off your back.
You have something on your shirt.
Why does the smallest errant food particle…
A hair no longer attached to our head and now attached to our shirt…
A rogue thread in our tights…
Cause us to feel
Naked.
Exposed.
Less Than.
Asking for a Friend…
xoxo
(The view from my bed this morning…)
There is something so soothing about the weight of my precious Labrador Charlie pressed against my body in bed in the morning. The morning sun lightening the dark navy sky to a soft yellow. Newly fallen snow covering the branches of my backyard foliage, creating a winter fairyland. My bed is so warm and comforting.
I gently push Charlie off me and plant my feet in my cozy slippers. My robe is thrown on haphazardly as I do my morning shuffle to the coffee maker. The incandescent light of my kitchen softly welcoming my sleepy body to a new dawn.
There’s a tickle in my tummy. Life is exciting these days. For no reason in particular. It’s really just winter. It’s really just Calgary, Alberta. It’s really just my little home in the middle of the city. It’s also Wednesday, after all.
But in my chest is a beating heart. The sun has come peeking in my window again. The possibilities are endless! The experiences so beautiful awaiting me today…! A smile from a child. Laughter with a coworker. Something yummy in my tummy. Beautiful snowfall. A day in peaceful Canada. With peace in my heart.
Here’s to a sunshiny day to all of you!
xoxo
Now he drives me to work somedays. Always dressed in his finery. With a smile. His cheery contagious spirit.
He celebrates the ordinary days. Every day is worthy of his best.
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Jimmy texts me from Tokyo. He’s one of the finest lawyers to grace the office of Blake, Cassels & Graydon LLP. He wrote, “I was complimented on my shoes and suit today and I thought about what you told me. You said ‘Life is too short to spend it not dressed well.’ ”
Life is too short for an ugly outfit folks. Ask the taxi driver. Ask Jimmy. Ask me.
I Love You
xo
**Ok – this is being finished a year late***
This Precious Human inspires me every day. She is a Single Mom of Four. Every Day is a Struggle. A Juggle.
Every Day she Clings to Her Joy. Sends me Youtubes and Jokes that cause Tears to Stream Down my Face.
Bible Verses. Inspiring Quotes. Pictures of Hazel with a Spaghetti Hat.
Lots of Nights her Weary Body Finds Rest and Comfort on Her Knees. Trusting the One who Plans our Tomorrows. Our Sorrows and our Joys.
We can Trust what comes from the Hand of Our Creator.
Thanks to all the Strugglers. The Jugglers. The Warriors.
You are my Hero. Joline . You are my Hero.
I love you Girl.
And I Love You Too Sweet Reader.
xoxo
I have felt a need of Restraint. For Quiet. So as I enjoyed so much the Sharing and the Fellowship of so many…I am Stepping Back for a while.
I’m not sure if I’ll continue.
Somethings are meant for A Season. A Reason.
But you can be sure…if I do feel this is still an Integral Part of My Purpose, I will write with New Fervor.
I love you all Fervently.
Have a Wonderful Day.
xoxo
We can Worry About Mattering. Do we Matter to People? Do they Care? Are we Important to them?
The Better Question is “Do you Bring Value?” Because if you Do, You Will Matter.
We will Only Matter to Those who we Bring Value to. And Value is Measured by one’s own Priorities and Inner Moral Compass.
So I could Matter for all the Wrong Reasons. Depending on the Priorities of Another.
So My Concern is Not to Matter. But to Add Value Based on My Moral Code and Noone Else’s.
So What do I Value?
Authenticity. Kindness. Joy. Encouragement. Love. Listening Ears. Introspection. An Open Mind and Heart.
So with This List I Enter Life Each Day.
To Bring Value to Others. In Turn, I will Matter to Those who Share the Same Values.
Thanks to all my Valuable Friends who Matter to Me.
xoxo
I sent this picture to a few of my favourite people. I said, ” what I want my heart to look like”. I found it SO interesting that that was my first thought when I looked at that picture. So my next question was, “What is it that you see when you look at this picture?” So from what I can see, here it is…
So Yes, I want my heart to look like this kitchen on a summers day. The window is thrown open. Cats bask on the window sill. There’s onions ripening for a family dinner on the counter top. The unpretentious brita jug is in plain view. There’s a touch of glamour in the chandelier adding a touch of celebration to its function. a little indescript clock is marking time.
There’s a chair waiting in the dining nook for you, my friend.
Let’s Share this life Together.
I love you all.
xoxo
I used to resent special treatment. I can hold my own door, thank you. The other day I had a change of heart. Two gentlemen stood on either side of the elevator and held it while I got on. Wow. Was my heart ever a puddle of love and respect for them. I wanted to reciprocate. Did it ever start a conversation in my head for the rest of the day. I queried. I introspected. I wondered. I understand the women that don’t want this. I used to see it as pandering. Thinking to myself, “Oh yeah, now what? My number? My address?”
Instead these men just kindly continued to discuss a deal they’re working on. They just were humbly doing what they felt good doing. That was holding the elevator for a woman.
I’d say their mamas raised them right.
Thank You to the men who just want to Do Right in their place in society. They crave the peace that comes from Nobility. From Dignity. From Being True Gentlemen.
On the Other Hand, I will Do My Best to Be a Lady. Kind. Virtuous. Discreet.
Here’s to Chivalrous Men. Here’s to Ladylike Women.
Have a Wonderful Weekend Lovelies.
xoxo
Currently, I’m Listening to a Little Kenny G. Working His Magic on the Sax. I Close My Eyes. It Transports Me to a Darkened Lounge with Small Dining Room Table Lights in Boston, Mass . Crisp White Starched Napkins. Dark Suits. Pearls. Red Nail Polish. Snow Gently Falling. I Exhale Slowly. I Feel Rejuvenated. Refreshed.
My Belly is Stirred as the Next Song Emanates From My Computer. A Soulful Rendition of “I’m Falling For You”…A Summer Porch. A Glass of Lemonade. The Poplars Dancing their Shadows Across My Feet in a Hammock. The Sounds of Children Playing in the Lake. My Shoulders still Radiating the Sun from an Afternoon Boat Ride. Summer Romance. New Love. Old Love. Puppy Love. Tried and True Love.
“Sans Regrets” Starts to Play. In my Mind’s Eye, I’ve Cracked a Window in My Kitchen. The Warm Damp Air of Spring Wafts in. Bleach permeates the air. Saturday Morning Cleaning has Begun. I can Hear the First Lawnmower of the Year Start Up. Little Spring Buds are Forming on the Tree Outside my Window. Anticipation of Summer Fun is Felt in the Air.
So Grateful for DayDreams and the Power of Music to Take Us on Little Meanderings Through Life’s Gifts.
Love You All.
xoxo
Be Brave Enough To Admit It. We all live Scenarios where we are Nodding Our Praise. Saying What Others Say. Pretending to Understand When We Don’t.
Enough.
I Dare You.
Say It. Challenge It.
If there’s Substance. If there’s Truth. It Can Stand Up to Questioning.
So Be Brave. Ask the Questions. The Truth Awaits. And Trust Me, Truth is a Beautiful Thing. Complex. Rare. Luxurious. A Treasure.
Because Maybe YOUR Emperor Has No Clothes.
But there is One who Is Clothed in Purple. Fine Linen. Willing to Share Treasure With You.
xoxo
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