Specially Standard…

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Both Words are being used around the office describing Thanksgiving on the weekend.

“It was nice, you know…Pretty Standard…”

“Oh yeah, it was Super Special this year…”

And when it comes to Traditions, Standard is, in my opinion, Special.  It’s Standardly Special to have Mom’s Stuffing Recipe.  Squash because it was Dad’s Favourite.  Ambrosia Salad because what is Thanksgiving Dinner without the cheesy tacky marshmallow cherry salad?

Special in the Way of New Friends Made.

Old Ones Treasured.

Catching up and Reminiscing.

Children’s Laughter.

A lot of Remember Whens…

So Grateful for Family and Friends.  Old and New.

 

 

First Time Awe…

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Our office is Full of New Potential Associates at our Law Firm.  They stand at the window in our Reception area and excitedly speak of the views.  The Calgary Tower looms directly in front.  The Views truly are remarkable.  When I was here for my first interview, the boardroom faced the same view.  I remember it was hard to focus with so much beauty awaiting my eyes out the window.  Now I Breeze By.  Now and Again, there’s a Quick Glance.  It’s more now to check the weather for my walk home.  It kinda makes me sad How Quick things Become Old News.

So how do we Stay Enthralled?  How do we not Grow Calloused to Beauty?  Why do we always need new?  In what we View?  In our Careers?  In our Relationships?

Is it not to take a Moment and Let it Be New Again?  Where we can take off the Grey Glasses of Accustom and put on the new shiny Glasses of Appreciation.  Where we stop and even revel in the memory of the First Moment we saw it.  Our First Day at our Dream Job.  The moment we saw the One we Love.

Take a Moment and Savour the Old.  Make it New Again.  Your Happy Heart will Thank You.

Cheers!

The Sound of Silence

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Snow acts like a Great Insulator.  I’m No Scientist but it seems to Absorb Sound.  When I opened my front door to walk to work there was a Blanket of It over the City.  My Walk to Work seemed Muted.  Serene compared to the Hustle of a Clear Day.  Maybe a lot of people took a Snow Day.  I Don’t Know.  But I enjoyed the Hush.  I could Hear the Little Rivers Meandering down into the Grates of the Already Melting Snow. The Squishing of my Boots in the Slush.  My heart felt as Light as the Little Snowflakes dotting my hair.

Some days the Gift of Being Alive is Extra Real.

It was not lost on me that as I entered Bankers Hall where I take the elevator up to the 35th floor for work, Simon & Garfunkel are singing their Famous Song…

The Sound of Silence.

In Restless Dreams I walked Alone. Narrow streets of Cobblestone.  Neath the halo of the street lamp.  I turned my collar to the cold and damp….

I Sometimes Marvel at the Little Things in Life that Coincide.  One can look at Life as Everything just being Meaningless, or Everything Having a Meaning.

Today, although not a deep spiritual meaning, I smiled that the song that Welcomed me to my Work, was in keeping with my musings as I banged the snow off my boots in the atrium.

Life…!  You’re Cute Sometimes.

xoxo

Natural State of The Mind

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Nothing Left to Natural is Better.  Weeds Take Over.  Rodents and Varmints Invade.  Helter Skelter is Never a Good Look.  The Mind is No Different.  The Mind in its Natural State is Messy.  Weeds Grow Quickly.  Those Little Foxes Move in Quick.

Every Day it’s a Beautiful Thing to Tend to Our Minds.  Clear the Weeds of Doubt, Fear and Worry.  Plant those Beautiful Flowers of Faith, Hope and Gratitude.  Take a Few Steps Back from this Precious Garden and Survey the Condition of Your Mind.  Is it Neat and In Order?  Is there a Clear Purpose and Direction of Thought?  Does it Radiate Purpose?  Is Your Mind a Place that were it Physical, would you want to Leisurely Sip Tea?  Would there be a Beautiful Fragrance to Enjoy of Love, Joy and Peace?  Or would you have to Clear a Spot on the Forsaken Bench of Resentment, Anger and Fear?

I’ve Learned to Love to Tend to My Garden.  I Stretch My Heart’s Limbs Up to the Warmth of God’s Love Every Day. I feel His Sun on my Face. His Kindness makes me Excited for the Day’s Adventures.  To Allow Him to Once Again Woo My Heart with His Precious Miracles Meant Just for Me in Every Day.

For Some, they may see the Dirt on My Knees and Under my Fingernails.  They may see Labour.  But if they Come Close and Join Me in the Garden of My Heart, I want my Guests to have Something to Enjoy.  A Little Rest Spot.  A little Sweet Fragrance.  A touch of Beauty.

For me, Natural is Certainly Not Better.  I know the Inclinations of My Natural Heart.  So I will Treasure the Labour.  For I am the Greatest Benefactor of what Grows There. Or Alternatively, the Great Sufferer.

Happy Gardening Dear Friends,

xo

 

 

Clean the Dust off Your Life Filter…It’s Just Dirt, Folks…

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My Filter can Get Pretty Dirty Real Quick.  And it Makes Sense.  If the Dust Storm of Doubt comes Rolling Through, it Can Clog Your Filter Almost Instantaneously.  Some Storms are Pretty Fierce and Can Hit Out of the Blue.  One Moment You’re Walking on Air in a MultiColoured Fairy Land of Optimism and Hope.  Then a Phone Call.  A Text.  A DejaVu Memory. The Clouds Roll In.  The Wind Starts Kicking Up Dust and Pretty Soon the Windshield Wipers of Prayer and the Water of His Word is Needed. There’s Always an Antedote.  Let’s Not See our Lives as the Colour of Brown when it’s Just the Dust on Your Glasses.  Nothing Changed.  Your Unicorn Land of Dreams is Still as It is.  Maybe a Storm Went Through and Things are Repositioned.  But it’s Still Unicorn Land My Friends.  There’s Still Magic. There’s Crazy Opportunities to Explore.  Unopened Doors to the Coolest Paradises to Be Discovered.

Don’t Let Some Silly Little Brown Particles of Doubt Keep You From Seeing Beauty…It’s Just a Little Dirt on the Filter Honey.

Life is Pretty.

xoxo

Loving Life Today…

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Not Everyday is Stellar.  I don’t Mean That because Things Go Wrong Some Days.  Some of our Best Days just don’t Feel Good.  Our Attitude is Off.  Our Brains are Dehydrated.  The Cat Missed the Litter Box Again.  Simple Things can Set Up our Thoughts for the Grumblies.  Then other Days it’s Polar Opposite.  Today to Be Truthful I’m Feeling Sick.  I’m Achy and Painy. My Brain is threatening another CSF Leak.  But Honestly, My Heart Might Just Float Away if it Wasn’t Tethered.  I feel H.A.P.P.Y….I feel positively Happy.

Life is so Crazy.  It’s a Multicolored Roller Coaster.  Some days there’s a Dark Tunnel.  Some Days it’s the Spin Wheel.  Upside Down and Backwards.  I Want to  Learn to Munch Nonchalantly on my Multi Colored Cotton Candy in the Tunnels.  Because Pretty Soon, it’s out in that Crazy Wonderful Summer Air.  The Awesome Spin Wheel Section.  The Gut Twisting Smile Enducing Heights and Extremes of Joy.

Life, I Love You.  You Crazy Wonder.

xo to all My Crazy Lovin Cotton Candy Nonchalant Tunnel Riders.   You’re my Favorites.  You know Who you Are.

Cargo Up!

 

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Every Day we Either Sail or Take on Water.  Staying Still will Always Swamp the Boat.  Most of Us are Pretty Low Riders.  Our Boats are Pretty Cargoed Up.

Burdens, Responsibilities.  All Good Things.  But Unless we are Purposeful and Making Progress, Those Waves are Coming On Over the Bow.

So How Do we Keep the Sputtering and the Stalling to a Minimal?  How do we keep the Clean Fuel Burning and Engines Firing Steadily? For Me, Clean Fuel is Courage.  The Greatest Engine Oil is Hope. Gratitude.

Some Resent the Burdens Laid Upon Their Ship.  And Yes, Too Much is Too Much.  But the Boats with Heavy Burdens are the Most Stable in Stormy Seas.  When there’s Not Enough Cargo,  too much of Our Hull above the Water Line.  We become Top Heavy and Easily Capsizable.

Allow Your Burdens to Hunker You Down on the Sea of Life.  There’s Safety in Our Burdens.  And Plus, the Captain Trusts You with Your Precious Cargo. And we Have the BEST Captain.  Our Burdens are Our Privileges.  Our Responsibilities are Precious.

Love You All So Much!  Can’t even Explain It.

xo

 

So You’ve Been Bullied…

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Everyone at some point has Dealt with a Bully.  Taking your Gentleness as Weakness, they Push You Around.  They Need to Feel Powerful.  Loving to Oppress.  For a Moment they Feed their Need for Power and Relevance through You.

Silently Observe…

Look in their eyes….

You’ll Often See Fear.  Bullies are Afraid Insecure People .  When you can Understand this, it takes their Power Away to Hurt You.

Disarm them with Your Quiet Confidence.  Stay Comfortable in Your Own Skin.  Two Things Often Happen…

Their Attention goes Elsewhere…or as you Role Model Strength and Courage

Sometimes…

The Fear in their Eyes Melts away.  Confidence finds a New Spring in Their Step.

They’ve Become Inspired…

and…

The World Becomes a Little Kinder.  A Little Brighter.

One Bully at a Time.

It’s Worth a Shot…

The Proper Kinda Shot…

 

Watch Out For What You Need

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need – verb

require (something) because it is essential or very important.

Whatever we Need will Control us.  We think of these things like Our Breath.  Without it we Feel We Die. Fade Into Oblivion.  We become Invisible.  Irrelevant. Purposeless.  Our life  Feels In Vain.

For some its External Validation.  Admiration.  Others, it’s Wealth.  Status.

Some Days we Have It All.  Some Years.  A Golden Decade. An Admiring Tribe of Supporters.  Money and Status Comes Easily.

For Some,  Circumstances Change. What we’ve come to Believe We Need, Slips Away.  We aren’t As Shiny.  Passersby Don’t Look Twice.  Our Bank Accounts Dwindle.  Our Status is a Few Levels Below Amazing.

None of it Matters.  Unless you Need it.  And Need is a Nasty Rollercoaster in Maybe Land. Maybe Today’s the Day.  Maybe this Will Work.  Maybe …Maybe…Maybe.  It’s like a Sipping a Straw in the Very Bottom of a Draining Well.  Mostly Nothing, but Frantic Hope.

So Today I Need Serenity.  It’s Free for the Taking.  I Need Joy.  It’s All Around Me.  I Need Simplicity, and that’s Up to Me.

What we Actually Need is Everywhere in Abundance.

Feeling Grateful.

xo

 

Writing Your Life Objective

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I feel we should be able to describe in a few sentences our Life’s Objective.  When the Dust Settles Over our Finished Lives, what will our Lives Accomplished?  The Ripple Effect of our Lives we Cannot Deny.  Whether it has been One of Good or Not So Good is the Only Variable in Our Control.

So Here’s Mine…

The First Draft Anyway…

I want to Walk Gently.  Love Fiercely.  Be a Lifelong Learner.   Open Minded.  Not Bitter.  Always Grateful.  Ever Hopeful.  To Smile Always.  Cry when Necessary. Embrace Change. Pure in My Thoughts Towards Others. Courageous.

Most of these Characteristics are States of Being.  Because if we aren’t these things, our Accomplishments Don’t Matter.

Accomplishments come to those who first have learned….

To Be.

Here’s To Being!

Let me know your Life Objective!  Can’t Wait to Hear!!

xo