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God Bless America

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Today, Mr. Right & I prayed for our nation.

We begin a new season in our administration. The day was full of pomp & circumstances. Once again, we were witness to a peaceful transition of power.  Unlike so many other countries, this is part of who we are.

Every single day of my life, I am mighty grateful to live and thrive in such a tremendous country.

May God bathe our country, leaders and citizens with Grace and Peace.

God Bless America.

 

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true north, part 2

20170115_184824_resizedThank you so much for all the nice comments and words about our new vinyl ceiling decoration.  In the feel good department, your words  are kind & top-notch.  In other good news, it didn’t fall down and this is day two!

The new year brings about the need to regroup, choose a different less traveled path, fine tune our direction.

It’s that time of year, when I search for a new word that will lead me through a new year.  I am stumbling, feel off-balance and haven’t quiet figured it out yet.  Oh, I have some runners-up.  I just haven’t quiet put my finger on it yet. I’ve looked up so many words.

I am tired.  As of late, I am tired of fussing and worrying and fretting.  You know, the middle of the night when all those ridiculous and not so calm thoughts invade a person’s sweet dreams?   Sometimes, I get up, walk around, reorganize the place mat and cloth napkin drawer.  Anything to regroup, get my mind to go a different direction.

I chose the word faith for a few days.  I want to have more faith in myself.  More faith in my study and research and choices. Much more faith in the direction of health and wellness that I have chosen.  I need to like myself more. Somewhere deep inside, I want to be more patient with myself, have more faith in me.

When you listen to Twyla Paris sing, “True North” you get a sense of direction.  She sings about a strong steady light that is guiding us home.   I want to continue to create that pull. That almost unbreakable magnetic force that leads our children’s spirit towards us.  Yes, I want them to venture out and explore and go on amazing adventures.  However, I want them to feel the need to call home and tell us all about it.

Is she talking about our faith in believing in the ultimate “home”?  I feel the need to make my direction more clear-cut, more focused.  Work towards that goal.  Somehow restate my/our purpose , our direction.  I want to work on the more focused direction I need to be going. I want to try to let go of my need to help “save” others.  I recently read, “yours is the only life you can save.”  

Is my word, family, home, up, compassion, focus, world peace, empathy?

Paris closes her song with, “We need an absolute compass now more than ever before, True North”.   The world in which we live, seems to be a hot mess.  Somewhere we have peaceforgotten to take care of each other.  Our compass is spinning.  We need to focus on the care of our families and each other, the rest, will fall into place. I want to focus more on my family and close friends. Friends who are willing to let us be apart of their lives.

This  blog post seems to be all different thoughts and ideas scattered all over the page.   I can’t seem to focus on one topic, or direction.

20170103_145107_resizedBefore this past weekend: as you look up, the ceiling as you come into or go out of our home. Plain, dull, empty

Now look up, there guiding us, is the direction 20170115_184824_resizedMr. Right and I want to go.  We want to end up on the same page, in the same place. Oh, we know exactly where we want to end up.  It will just be a lovely reminder that we are on the same page.

Sort of a gentle nudge that even with life swirling around us, we are on course.

Oh, I didn’t realize that “my” word would find me.

Direction, that’s my word for 2017.

What word have you chosen to follow?

In this together, friends.  Would love to hear where the new year is going to take you.

Steady as she goes Captain. 

Chat soon.

 

 

 

 

 

good manners, grace, healing, Uncategorized

the need to knead

Some weeks just feel out of sorts.

Emotional or stressful, whatever the heck you want to call it……it sort of hangs in the air.

Like when you accidentally burn beautiful little orange pieces of carrots for fried rice.  Then you have to stop and toss and take out the garbage and scrub & clean the pan five times.  Then you start over, and yet somehow that smell of burnt carrots is still lingering, hanging in the air, for quite some time.  Come back into the kitchen, windows open, 3 hours later, yep, it is still faintly floating in the air.

This past week, some of us have dealt with wedding stress, the stress of being unwell, injury, memories of the past, poor sleep, missed talking to grands, stubbed our little toe on our right foot,   however, I can safely say, we all have felt the punch of our election.  Boy Howdy, did we all feel the stress.  yikes.

No matter what side you were on or if you were balanced precariously on the fence……..political stress packs a wallop.  (I won’t mention the poor behavior of talking badly about others.  They all better be on their knees thanking the Good Lord, that I am not their mother.  My kitchen floor would be spotless!  If you have time and energy to talk bad about others, then I guess you have time to scrub my floor or rake my leaves, or wash my windows?)  If you would like, you can certainly ask our grown boys how I feel about talking poorly about others.  I am quite sure they will fill you in.

The stress is still lingering, floating all around us.

Back to basics my friend.

When I can’t seem to move gracefully forward, I notice that I stop and stay put.  I do things that I can control.  I take extra time to wash dishes, by hand.  I don’t grumble about folding laundry, I just find the calm in the process.  I don’t mind plucking weeds or raking leaves.  I can see the results of my efforts.  I send cards.  I write actual letters & walk to the mailbox and send.

I bake.

I measure and stir and use a whisk.

Oh sure, I have a great machine with a wonderful dough hook.  I didn’t use it.

I used my hands.  I needed to knead dough.  I wanted to work with my hands.  I was making something to give.  Not to sound to “Medusa Mom crazy”….. however…………..I needed to feel connected to it.

20161111_142418_resized_2All with the idea, there is no way, we could ever eat all this food before it spoils.

So instead of fretting and fussing over things I couldn’t/can’t control , I decided to bake rolls for some neighbors.   No other reason than just to share with our neighbors.

To remember and to remind myself that we belong to each other.  Not what the news reporters tell me nor what I see on face book.

Plain and simple:  We belong to each other. 

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wake up 10

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I live in the middle of gratitude, so, each morning, even before my feet touch the ground, I list off 10 things I am mighty grateful for. Some make the list daily, others change on a whim.

 

Boy Howdy,  I feel lucky & bathed in Grace to start fresh, every single day.

 

1.  Mr. Right

2.  four kids

3.  three grands20161023_152356_resized

4.  Sweet Liberty

5.  amazing, healthy, healing body

6.  cushy, lush, wonderful, bed

7.  remembering: ironing leaves between wax paperwax-paper-leaves

8.  fluffy, extra-large, soft socks

9.  morning letter waiting for me from Mr. Right

10.  coffee (duh, being honest)

 

 

 

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oh deer, what do I hear

While putting away the Halloween decorations, tossing the carved pumpkins, eating the last of the roasted pumpkin seeds..I heard something.  I think………wait……..yes, I think it was a jingle bell.

Not only does Mrs. Claus have to start early, so does Grandma Daleen.

Last year, we found beautiful (and sturdy) advent calendars for the grands.  I tucked them away for this year.20161102_161101_resized

So we didn’t forget, I wrote on our kitchen calendar, November 1…….

 “send calendars to Z.A.C.”

This year, I stitched each a simple and sweet ornament.  I try to make something that is not breakable.  I want it to be cute and sweet, yet something even the parents would be okay with hanging on their tree.20161102_154558-1_resized

Um, yes, this is what grandmas are supposed to do.  They are suppose to make things for their grands.  Make cookies or an ornaments or a poem or a book or a quilt or a doll blanket or a car mat….whatever you can create… this is what all those years of practice were for.

Grandma’s tell their grands they love them with scratchy knit slippers (with treats tucked inside).  Grandma’s make silly bracelets or super capes.  Nanas and MeeMaws across the land make their super, secret, special cookies and put them in a special tin, just for their grands.  Great Grandma’s make personalized book marks for each little in her life.

You have time.  Get your creative juices flowing.

 I can promise you, no matter what you make, they will feel loved and of value.  Here’s the best part about making something for your grandchildren:  They will LOVE whatever you make.  They don’t criticize or judge.  They don’t point out your mistakes.  They are pure of heart.  Grand children just love that you made something for them. 

Here’s a peek behind the scenes:

I used a free pattern from    http://cutesycrafts.com/2013/12/felt-deer-and-fox-christmas-ornaments.html

Yes, I said free.  Good news, there are oodles of people on the” inter webs” who are sharing recipes and patterns for free!  Out of the goodness of their cotton pickin’ hearts.  Just because they want to share the love.   How’s that for lifting your spirits about mankind??

I used wool felt that I already had in my felt box. 20161102_154625-1_resized

I used thread  that I already had in my thread box.

20161102_154609_resizedI used ribbon that I already had in my ribbon box.

Scissors, needle and a couple pins.

A couple of hours later, TA -DA

Sweet, charming, adorable ornaments.  I stitched all sorts of crazy love and good karma into each.

Chop, Chop!

The time is now.

Please remember to make something with love for the sweet people in your life.

I would love to see and hear about what you are making for your grands or your niece, nephew, neighbor kiddo,  a little person that lives on your street.  You get the idea.

Instead of buying into the commercial notion that you have to purchase something , please take a moment, deep cleansing breath…… you can do this, make something with your very own hands.  I have faith in you.

When they hold and touch the gift you made, they will hold your love in their hands. It’s that simple. Really.  Nothing deep.  Just pure love for your grandchildren.

I look forward to hearing how you packaged cocoa or simple krispee treats.  I would love to hear what book you bought to go along with the glitter book marker you made.

This year, let’s share and lift each other’s spirits.

We all could use a little extra love this season.

In this together,

Chat soon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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another glass of goodness

A girlfriend asked me what the first thing I would suggest you do if you find out you are extremely sick.

  1.  Choose a GREAT support person.
  2.  Buy awesomesauce RED cowgirl boots (it’s going to get messy, ugly & deep, you are  going to need those beauties.)
  3. Count 10 things each day, BEFORE your feet hit the ground, that you are grateful for.

When I say choose a GREAT support person, I mean it.  (spouse, friend, sister, brother, neighbor, uncle, health coach…)

If you want to heal and thrive and  go on living, choose wisely.

I can only speak for myself in saying, from the moment I was diagnosed, I was not thinking clearly, my brain was fuzzy, I was not capable of making sound decisions and on the list goes.

Choose a person who is willing to do a bazillion things (we had to change 147 things about our life and what we ate and drank) to help you find wellness AND  buy, bring home, wash, prepare and juice 64 ounces of goodness 6 days a week, is probably going to be your best bet.

I chose Mr.Right.

This is what our kitchen counter looks like 6 days a week.  Each night after the supper dishes are dried and put away, out come the bags and bins of vegetables & fruit…..and Charlie the Champion, the trusty juicer.20161024_192310-1_resized_1

Remember all those times, your mom or grandma said, “eat your vegetables, they are good for you”?  Turns out they were right.

Ever hear someone or read a chart that advises you to get your  5 a day?  That is you are supposed to get 5 fruits or vegetables a day to be healthy.  Five?  Seriously folks, we can do better than that.  We HAVE to do better than that.

Hold my hand, I will show you.

Sure, the juice changes slightly with the seasons and what is available.  Yes, we try our best to purchase organic, that is not always what we can find or afford.  Some of the produce is peeled, all is washed with vinegar then scrubbed and rinsed with water.  Filtered water. Occasionally, fresh pineapple or half a beet, sometimes cilantro in place of parsley, however, this is the basic juice recipe.

lettuce, red pepper, pair, cucumber, parsley, carrots, orange, spinach, kale, lemons (we spend $700.00 per year on lemons alone!), broccoli, apples, celery (yes, the celery tops go in the juice) and turmeric

All of this, everyday.

6 days a week.

 

20161024_192920_resized_1Mr. Right and this riot of color are healing me, one glass at a time, 64 ounces a day, approximately 9.69 pounds, 6 days a week.20161024_192310-1_resized_1

I gotta be honest here and say, some days, I am a smidge grumpy about drinking my juice.

Almost 4 years later, I know, 100% it is healing and contributing to my wellness.  Once in a while,  I would love to sit down, in the afternoon for a latte or a cup of cocoa sounds divine……however, I have to still fit in every glass, jar,ounce of juice a day.   I am not that thirsty. ha.  I hear folks talk about having a glass of wine or two.  NOT gonna happen here, folks.

Remember when I said, choose wisely when you choose your support person?

Every single night, when Mr. Right hands me a glass of juice, it goes like this……..

(Inwardly, I sigh and drop my shoulders like a displeased 4th grade girl… I am tired of drinking juice…. I don’t wanna drink my juice…….)

With a flourish he ceremoniously places a colorful straw in my glass.   He gingerly & graciously hands it to me like he is holding the elixir of life (quite possibly he is) and he always, always says,

“Another glass of goodness, Mrs. Wilson”.20161024_202118-1_resized

Boy Howdy, I chose wisely.  Have I mentioned lately what a lucky girl I am?

(I refer you to 3rd thing on the list.  I owe my life to him and I am grateful.)

Cheers to our good health!

Chat tomorrow.

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celebrating 4 and 12

Everyone wants to celebrate engagements and weddings.

Presents, cards, wrapping paper and fancy lush bows, the overwhelming color scheme is white or silver.  If you haven’t been to a “get hitched” ceremony lately, lots of brides & grooms offer a special box of some kind to gather all the cards. Always a table dressed up fancy as the “gift table”

This is a big deal folks.  Everyone wants to get in on the celebration.  Everyone (and I am talking about 90-200 people)  want some of that goodness to rub off on them.

Fast forward say four years or even 12 years later.  How many Anniversary cards do those young couples receive?  Do their parents even send a card and gift?

Folks we are talking about thousands upon thousands of dollars for one “party”.  We are talking about folks buying new undies, new clothes, new shoes, getting hair cuts, having their nails done, renting clothes.  This is BIG, I tell ya.

Then, a mere 12 months later, maybe one or two anniversary cards.  Do the couples themselves get dressed up and celebrate?  Do they exchange cards or gifts?  Do they rip open a package of Oreos to celebrate that Oreo cake they had to have constructed for the ceremony? oreo-wedding-cake

Do we all continue to lift up the couple with encouragement and celebration? Who does Hallmark sell all those anniversary cards to exactly?  You know the really expensive cards on the top row?  Seriously, those are pricey.  Jeepers, you really have to like a couple to dish out that kind of moolah.

During some ceremonies, we as the congregation promised to lift up this couple and walk with them through good times and bad.  Are we keeping our promise?

Have you remembered to invite those couples to dinner?  Have you sent an anniversary card this year?

I am offering up a gentle reminder and suggestion.  This life is tough.  Maybe sending out cards will soften the edges and help us remember to celebrate? Maybe a card or note will gently remind other couples we are in their corner?

Lots of statistics out there that tell us how few marriages “make it”.

Somehow, as a society we expect these young couples who have not even hosted a formal dinner party for 6 with written invitations and matching place cards to throw an enormous PARTY for 200 to celebrate their union.  Somehow, we as a society expect so many youngins’ to wear the “right” clothes, say and do the right things and because they do all that, the union will work.

Mr. Right and I send anniversary cards.  We expect our kids to celebrate.  We want to show by example.  We try our best to remember and lift up couples.

(Now, we don’t go all wild and try to push our values on others.  If they choose not to celebrate or wait until next Saturday to go out to a restaurant to toast their big day, good for them.  No, we are not going to continue to jump up and down if another couple is just more quiet  & private about their joy.)

Except when it comes to our own kiddos.  They don’t get a choice whether or not we lift them up and celebrate them.  They get bathed in Grace & Goodness weather they like it or not.  

Some years we send a hand-made, time-consuming gift.  Stitched with such love and fierceness that it is mighty difficult to unwind.  We try and send silly cards to remember to have humor.  One year, we sent aluminum pie pans, foil, cookie cutters to celebrate an “aluminum” year.  One year, we gave toilet paper, paper towels and napkins.  To celebrate the “cotton” year.  haha

Always a card.  Sometimes a sweet little metal sign that simply says:

love

Being married is all sorts of wild and wonderful feelings mixed together.  Happy, tricky, goofy, funny, hard, easy breezy, lovely, weird, interesting but always, so worth it.

We want our children to know that we are in their corner.  We will lift them up and celebrate what they do and who they love. It is our calling to help our grands have parents that are so strong in their marriage, that it spills over into creating a family of strength and goodness.

Here’s to G & M as they celebrate 4 years of Marriage, today!

Here’s to D & G as they celebrate 12 years of Marriage, tomorrow! 

With Love & Congratulations,

Cheers, Mom & Dad