Tuesday, January 31, 2012

One of those days...



Unfolding Creatively

Don't just fly.

"Success means having the courage, the determination, and the will to become the person you believe you were meant to be."
~ George Sheehan ~

"Believe in your dreams and they may come true; believe in yourself and they will come true."
~ Unk ~

"Hold fast to your dreams, for without them life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly."
~ Langston Hughes ~

Monday, January 30, 2012

Healing soldiers, one dog at a time

     Healing soldiers, one dog at a time, this is an excellent story about an awesome program! So often we think of "service dogs" as being those for the blind or paralyzed. This program provides dogs for veterans suffering from PTSD as well.

     For anyone that is a dog lover, dog mom, dog dad, dog friend... or a dog... you know how our "best friends" can reach us in our deepest, darkest times.

     I would love to be able to foster puppies, but know I would never be able to give them up. What I have been able to do in the past is provide care packages for Military Working Dogs and their handlers. A box shipped to a deployed team with toys, treats, dog shampoo and simple care items that the military doesn't fund.

     Dogs save lives... in battle and in peacetime. In the field and at home. Reach out and hug a dog today...


"When I despair, I remember that all through history the ways of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall. Think of it--always."
~ Mahatma Gandhi ~
     This gentle man, who sought freedom and peace for his country by ways of non-violent civil disobedience  was assassinated on this day in 1948, for of all things... his tolerance of people who did not share the same religious faith that he did.

     I'm always amazed when people believe that their "faith" justifies violence.  When they hide behind their religion as an excuse to murder, injure, or otherwise harm (physically, mentally, or financially) someone who does not believe as they do.

     It just seems that any religion... any faith... any belief system would be ... or should be ...based on love.  Love of self.  Love of each other.  Love for this world.

     All he was saying... was give peace a chance.  Just like the wise men that came before... and after him.  And for that hope... that faith... he was killed.  Just like the wise men that came before... and after him.

     It makes me wonder if there is really any hope for us at all...

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Staying focused...

"3 You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you." 
~  Isaiah 26:3 (NIV) ~

"I have gifted you with amazing freedom, including the ability to choose the focal point of your mind."
~ Sarah Young ~ 
"Jesus Calling ~ Enjoying Peace in His Presence ~ Devotions for Every Day of the Year"

     My Aunt Nan recently sent me a book that has helped her in the last year as she has faced challenges she never thought she would face.  Her strength has come from knowing that she has never been alone in her trials. Not just does she stand tall in her faith, but she has been supported by her children, her brother and sister, nieces, nephews, and many, many friends.  She has kept her focus on Him, and her trust in Him, and that has helped her to find peace with what she has been going through.
Are you just focused on the small things?
     My journey towards living a mindful year has brought some things into focus for me.  What life really boils down to is whether or not you are focused on the things that are tearing you apart... or the things that are holding you together.

     When we let go of the details... the small details... and focus on the bigger picture... focus on those we love, those we trust, and what we have faith in... doesn't everything always work out better than we imagined it would when we were focusing on the small things?

Friday, January 27, 2012

Go for a walk?

Justin Bonderach carries his dog, Jack, in a sling when the pooch refused to walk in the rain, Jan. 23, in Los Angeles.
      I love this. 

     Only because one of my previous pugs, Tink, used to have a real concern about her feet melting in the rain.  While I occasionally grabbed her by her harness and carried her like this if she tried to run into traffic, I didn't make a habit of it.

     Tink must have been the Wicked Witch of the West in a previous life.  We lived in Florida, and it rains more frequently there than it does here in Texas.  Especially during hurricanes and summer.  She probably would have liked Texas better.

     She would go to the back door to ask to go out, and if it was raining when I opened the door, she would look at me as if it was my fault then turn and go to the front door.  I tried to explain to her that the Laws of Geography were that if it was raining in the back yard, there was a good chance it was raining in the front yard.  But she never believed me.  Because of how my townhouse in Florida was built, it actually seemed to rain harder in the front yard from the rain flowing off the roof than in the back yard where I had a covered patio.

     Henry, my current pug, also has some worries about water and drowning but he won't let his bigger brother, Trooper, see his fear and will charge out in the rain along side him.  Both dogs know that following an outing in the rain, they will get a vigorous rubdown massage with a towel to dry them off.  I think sometimes Trooper actually acts like he has to go to the bathroom more often in the rain just so he can get a towel-down.

     Sometimes, we can be afraid to get our feet wet... but if we jump in and begin to swim, we sometimes find that there can be something pleasant in the experience... like a warm towel and hug when we get out.

     Life is like that...

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Thursday Travels... It's a Small World, After All....

     My fascination with miniatures was probably started when we visited Madurodam in the Netherlands.  An entire city modeled on a real one, only 1:25 of the size.

     Even the gardens are detailed with miniature trees and shrubs carefully tended so that they fit the dimensions of the city.

     Lifetimes later, I visited Michael Garman's Magic Town in Colorado Springs, Colorado.  Like Madurodam, you could walk thru the town as if you were Gulliver.

Magic Town

    One Christmas I decided that it was never too late to have the childhood I'd always wanted.  I got a Candyland game, the complete set of Nancy Drew mysteries, and I got a kit to build my first wooden dollhouse.  I put in wood flooring, a cedar shake roof, stained glass windows, and working electricity to light the miniature Tiffany stained glass chandeliers and table lamps.

     Using pages from a wallpaper sample book, I carefully pasted the walls and put up decorative paper with tiny designs.  Some rooms I even created tiny chair rails which divided a papered lower half and a painted top half of a room.  Miniature tables, chairs, beds, and even tinier decorations.  Each season, each holiday, I would decorate my 'dream' house.

     At Halloween, I created ghosts out of a cotton ball and pieces of tissue paper to hang from the front railings, decorating with small pumpkins found at the hobby shop.  A fat, juicy looking Thanksgiving turkey sat on the top of the miniature oven as if it just came out to cool.  Christmas lights would blink on and off, as would the lights on the tiny tree in front of the fireplace where all the stockings were hung with care...
Dream Dollhouse
"It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth.  I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth.  I didn't feel like a giant.  I felt very, very small."  
~ Neil Armstrong ~

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

What do you wish for your health and wellness?

     I'm looking over my computer to see where Jamie Ridler has planted her bug.  I don't have any other way to explain how she can give "random" Wishcasting Wednesday prompts that hit so close to home for me each week.

     Last week I got the biopsy results I'd been waiting for.  I think I got them anyway.  The results were that they want to take another biopsy to confirm what they suspect before they tell me for sure.  I haven't decided yet if that is like an oxymoron.  I suppose I shouldn't worry because the doctor doesn't seem to be worried.  He's having me wait two weeks before they do the 2nd biopsy.  But the thing that worries me is that I don't really have any parts for them to remove if it is something to worry about.  They already took what that empty and barren womb six years ago.  So now what?

     My wish for my health and wellness is that I have nothing to wish for... that there is nothing to worry about... nothing to freeze, burn, radiate or remove... my wish is that the 2nd biopsy shows nothing except for a glitch in the test the first time around.  So in a sense, my wish is a non-wish.  A wish to be worry free and have the sense of well-being that kept me feeling immortal for the past six years.  I wish to not have to wish...

     P.S.   During Thursday night's call with Mom, she commented that she was overwhelmed by the outpouring of wishes with mine, and the love and support she read in the comments.  I told her that was the magic of Wishcasting Wednesdays, and the power of 'we.'

     P.P.S.  I love when The Universe reaffirms my strength:
~~~~~ Message ~~~~~
From:  The Universe
Sent:  Friday, January 27, 2012
          What do you now fear?  How will you use this?  Every fear is a gift, though every gift needs unwrapping.  “Oh look, it’s me, only more!”
          You’re welcome!
                   The Universe


Tuesday, January 24, 2012

You've got the power...

Tuesday in the tunnel...

Rat races
      Yesterday was my last three-day weekend for two weeks.  I got lucky with the holidays in January, and as a result... got spoiled.  Now today I'm back in the rat race... roach race... down in the coal mine until my next three day weekend the 4th-6th.

Just a puppet on a string...
     I'd love to have a job that I loved.  One where I felt respected... valued... and like I was a contributor.  Even coal miners have days when they realize the work they do, while dirty, is something that others can benefit from.  Here... I feel like I'm just going in circles... dancing at the end of someones strings... a puppet to be played.

Swimming with the sharks...
      I've thought about going on that reality entrepreneur show Shark Tank to pitch the opening chapter of Trooper's Run.  It was actually a business plan of mine when I was working on my MBA thesis back in the day of imagination and immortality.  But not knowing how to find financial backers... it just faded into a stack of papers until I started writing books to purge my inner demons.

Maze runners...
      In this economy, it is almost better to be self-employed than to be one of the maze runners.  The job security isn't there anymore with traditional jobs... or even with non-traditional or government jobs.  At least the fifty cents you earn an hour will be earned honestly, doing something you love.

     We all want to be motivated to work... and not just to pay bills and get by.  I want to work to live... not live to work.  I want to be fulfilled by what I do, not be buried by it...

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Happy Birthday, Kat!

Kat (top) Christmas 1981 (bottom) November 1984
     Today is my little sister's birthday. She is all of 32 years old (yes, Mom, we know.  She is really starting her 33rd year).

     She was born after I had moved back to my Dad's, and in early 1984 she moved to Scotland with Mom & her dad. For most of her childhood, I was just a voice on the phone, and we never really had many chances to get to know each other.

     But now she is back in the States. A grown woman. A mother of two awesome boys.

     We are getting to know each other again, slowly... still mostly by phone calls... emails... and the dark hole of Facebook.

     This is what I know about my sister...

She is strong.
She is awesome.
She is beautiful.
She is intelligent.
She is my sister, and I'm proud of her and all she has done, become, and will achieve in the future. She holds her world in the palm of her hand and her opportunities are unlimited.
She can do anything she sets her heart and mind to do.

Happy Birthday, Kat. I love you.  You rock.

Friday, January 20, 2012


Trying to be normal can be so exhausting...
"Don't let anyone tell you that you have to be a certain way.
Be unique.
Be what you feel."
~ Melissa Etheridge ~ 

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

If you listen closely, what do you wish to hear?

     It is Wishcasting Wednesday again, and Jamie Ridler Studios has posted another thought provoking question that falls right into my new blog and my desire to get organized over the next year.

     I've always found it easy to listen to others... to listen to my dogs... the sounds of the wind in the trees... waves at the beach... rain on the roof.

     But the one thing that has always been elusive has been the sound of my own heart's desires.  The things I want most in life... my dreams... goals... hopes for the future.  I tend to ignore my own needs to tend to the needs of others.

     I want to hear my heart... so that I can follow it to my future.

     {P.S. ~ In listening to my heart this morning, and reading my Note from the Universe, I'm hearing my heart tell me that I need to focus more on my writing... and on my giving.  So to respond to the first, I have decided that I need to again start working on a new book which I will publish exclusively on Smashwords.com when it is complete... and... using a random number generator (thanx Amanda!) I will send a copy of my first book "My Best Friends Have Hairy Legs" to a lucky person that comments on this blog.  They will be announced Friday night.}

 Cindy Jones!  You're a winner!

Sent:  Wednesday, January 18, 2012
                In a way, life itself tracks a person’s generosity, much like an airline might track frequent flyer miles.  The more you give, the more you earn, the higher you fly, and the further you go.  One thing about generosity is that you can’t ever overdo it.
                Coffee, tea, or a flat screen TV?
                                The Universe

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

A "Mindful" Year...

     I turn fifty this year.  Yep, the big five-O.M.G. and unfortunately it probably won't be on some relaxing beach in Hawaii.

     To celebrate this momentous occasion (because you only turn 50 once, and hush, Mom, I don't need you to tell me AGAIN that it is really the start of my 51st year), I have decided to get my life organized.  Yes, yes, I know... better late than never, and at least I'm trying to get it done before the Discovery Channel shows up with a film crew for one of those hoarder reality shows.

      While I was wading through the piles of 'stuff' in my office (aka The BTR "Bermuda Triangle Room") I found a book I bought [who knows when] titled "The Life Organizer ~ A Woman's Guide to a Mindful Year" by Jennifer Louden.

     Now to clarify... I don't remember when I bought the book, but it was obvious to me even then that I needed help to "focus my needs and navigate my dreams."  For whatever reasons, I apparently started on the suggested questions at a time when my mind was too full to focus on it, which is why I found it years (!?!?!) later in The BTR.  It's not even like I had some kind of deadline either to procrastinate.  It is a 52 week guided journal... and I couldn't even get past week one.

     Obviously I need help.

     Part of the problem I realize is just in the title.  "Mindful."  I already have a mind full of stuff... which is why I'm always losing things, or misplacing things.  I'm reminded of some Twilight Zone episodes and a movie about the guys that keep things rolling along in time...

     ... oh look, a chicken...

     Now, do you see my dilemma?


What if...

..... the stars are just our hopes and prayers... dreams and wishes that we have sent to the Heavens?

Floating Lanterns in Thailand
     What if the rain is just the tears of our loved ones missing us as much as we miss them?

     What if thunder really is the sound of the angels bowling in Heaven?

     What if the lightning really is the result of two people falling in love at first sight?

     What if rainbows really did lead to the leprechaun's pot of gold?

     What if, for just one day, we could stop worrying about all of the things that adults have to think about, and just spent one day believing in the magic that sustained us as children?

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Messenger of change...

Cooper's Hawk photo by Rachel Bilodeau
      We've had a Cooper's Hawk in the yard several times this month.   Birds of prey are fascinating to me.  I used to watch the hawks, ospreys, and eagles in Florida as they dove into the water for fish. 

     When I visited Alaska the summer of 2008, my cousin Sue, and I went to the tip of Homer's Spit to where the bald eagles made a habit of hanging out.  It was incredible to see such a large and magnificent symbol of America in the wild.

     Because both of my fiction novels have begun with Native American Indian legends (wolves and eagles) I did a little research to see what I could find out about hawks and their place in storytelling.

     It was believed that the hawk empowered a person to examine their lives closely (because of the hawk's superior vision) in order to keep what was good and positive, and to release what was bad or negative.  They are thought to be messengers between the worlds of the living and the dead (Inuit chose the Raven for this role as I wrote about in Eagle Visions).  Native American Indians believed that the hawk was a messenger of change, reminding us that we need to remain focused and aware of our surroundings.  Because the hawk has an incredible ability to survive and adapt to its environment ~ they can be found in busy cities and in the open country ~ they often are used as a symbol of persistence, determination, and strong will.

     The rational, animal lover in me knows that the meaning of the hawk in our yard is simply that it has discovered the abundant supply of food (small birds) in the large shrubs that separate our house from the one next door.

     But the imaginative, creative writer in me wants to believe that the hawk is a messenger of change for us in this new year...  

Friday, January 13, 2012

Acts 27:13

13 When a gentle south wind began to blow, they saw their opportunity; so they weighed anchor and sailed along the shore of Crete.

     My Dad loved to go sailing.  He loved wooden boats, and the craftsmanship that went into them.  He loved the solitude of being on the water, and while he was younger and healthy, it would be where he went on Sundays to find God.  He would have an old ratty pair of shorts, with holes in them that he called his church goin' shorts because they were 'holy.'

     I remember when Dad got his first sailboat after we moved to Florida.  I must have been eleven or twelve. It was the only time I remember my Mom going sailing with him.  We got hit by a thunderstorm while crossing the bay, and the sailboat was tipped over so far that water was coming in over the stern hull, the keel almost out of the water.  In the galley where I was, you could look out the window and see the bottom of the bay where the sand was swirling with the power of the water.  Mom and Dad were in the cockpit while Dad tried to control the tiller and keep the boat upright.

     The storm lasted just a few minutes, but I'm sure to them it felt like an eternity.

     When we are caught in the storms of life, they often feel like they last an eternity.  We are frightened when we feel alone and out of sight of the shore.  We feel tossed and blown by the wind and waves and don't know if we will survive the storm.

22 But now I urge you to keep up your courage, because not one of you will be lost; only the ship will be destroyed. 23 Last night an angel of the God to whom I belong and whom I serve stood beside me 24 and said, ‘Do not be afraid, Paul. You must stand trial before Caesar; and God has graciously given you the lives of all who sail with you.’ 25 So keep up your courage, men, for I have faith in God that it will happen just as he told me.
~ Acts 27:22-25 ~

     Paul reassured the men he was sailing with that God would protect them from the storm they were in, and the storms they were about to face, just as God reassured him.

     Just as God reassures us.

     When you feel as if you are drowning in the storms of life, remember this... as you are reaching up, God is reaching down to save you.  Take His hand and rest assured that He is the lifeboat that will carry us through the storms.

Friday the 13th...

Rub belly for luck. 
Happy Buddha Pug blesses you.
For extra luck, feed treats and 
Happy Buddha Pug will give you
extra lucky sugar boogers.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Thursday Travels... Death Valley, CA

Stretching on forever...
     Two lifetimes ago, (before Witness Protection) I was a backseat rider with bunch of Harley bikers in California.  Relax... it wasn't anything as exciting as "that" but it was fun getting out with other H.O.G. (Harley Owners Group) members.

     We had a candy apple red Electra Glide Classic touring bike, complete with armrests for the backseat rider.  I would frequently get so relaxed on the bike with the steady "potato, potato, potato" humming that I would doze off.  The armrests kept me from falling off the bike, but didn't do much to help keep me awake.

Beauty in Death Valley
     One long weekend in early April, we took a ride from the Antelope Valley, north to Death Valley.  It was before the summer heat really kicked in, but there was still a significant temperature change as we dropped from the mountains into the valley.  We had thick leather coats on in the mountains, but had to stop and pack them as we got lower into the valley.

     I've blogged before about the beauty of the Arizona desert and the stark contrast it was to the California deserts.  I should have made an exception with Death Valley.

     We toured Scotty's Castle then went on to Pahrump, Nevada where we stayed the night before heading back home to take a brief ride through the poppy fields.

     I had visions of the Tin Man and the Scarecrow trying to wake me as the perfume of the flowers, the wind against my face, the relaxing vibration of the Harley, and that soft "potato, potato, potato" carried me off to sleep again.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012


     Writing has always been an outlet for me.  A way of expressing myself that gave me the option to go back and re-read my words... to learn from them, change them, or just delete them.  I've learned (painfully) that like spoken words, sometimes you can't take back the written word... so I have gotten into the habit of writing some blogs a day or five ahead of time, then reading, re-reading, editing, and sometimes deleting them before they are seen by anyone else.

     Spoken words can cut deeper than any knife, leaving a scar that sometimes never heals.  The children's rhyme "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." wasn't true.  Broken bones heal, cuts heal.  They may leave scars, but with time, those even fade.

     But words spoken in anger... words spoken to hurt someone... those seem to find a place in our minds where they anchor like coral, reaching and growing until they have become memories that make us like islands. Isolated in the sea of life, buffeted by the waves of emotion, sometimes breaking under the storms.
Coral Island

     Written words can be just as damaging.  Perhaps not spoken aloud, but once read they too become little bits of coral that anchor and grow.  The problem with both is that they are subject to interpretation and perception.

     "An English professor wrote the words, "Woman without her man is nothing" on a blackboard and directed the students to punctuate it correctly.
     The men wrote: "Woman, without her man, is nothing."
     The women wrote: "Woman: Without her, man is nothing."

     The transition between what it said or what is written can change between the time it is heard or the time it is read.  Not only will it change for whom it was intended, but it can change again a million times over as others hear it repeated or read the words.  It has started wars, ended relationships, and changed lives.

     There is no solution for this dilemma between intent and perception except to stop speaking or stop writing.  We can stop listening or stop reading.  But even then our silence can be perceived differently.  Some may perceive it as agreement, others as disagreement, when all that was intended was to stop hurting... and being hurt.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Happy Birthday, Elvis...

Elvis Presley ~ 8 Jan 1935-16 Aug 1977
     Dad used to always say that Elvis was born on his birthday.

     Truth was tho, that Dad and Uncle Ron were born on Elvis's birthday two years after him.

     Dad lived thirty years longer than Elvis did... and Uncle Ron another four after that.

     Elvis might have been more famous than Dad and Uncle Ron... but I will miss my Dad and Uncle Ron much longer than I ever missed Elvis.

     Happy Birthday Dad and Uncle Ron.  We miss you so much... every day.

Friday, January 6, 2012

The waiting game...

Hurry up!
     They say that patience is a virtue.  If that is the case, I've not been very virtuous lately.  I want to have Tabitha's nose or finger snap from Bewitched or Jeannie's nod from I Dream of Jeannie.  Normally, I'm a very patient person.  Too patient in fact.  But not lately.  I know that things will get better... they always do.  But I'm ready for them to get better now, and I'm not being very patient in this waiting game.

     Today's game started with a biopsy that will take about ten days to get the results on.  Ten days of checking the calender to see how many more days until I can expect a phone call telling me something... anything... one way or the other.

     You'd think that with the technology that we have to make computers on pin heads that control office buildings, they would have been able to make a way to get test results faster.

     Nine days, three hours, twenty eight minutes to go...

Finally Friday...

Whacha lookin' at?

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Thursday Travels... Elbow Cay, Bahamas

Elbow Cay
     Baby, it's cold outside so I'm warming up with memories of the time I went to the Bahamas.  A co-worker was talking last week about a scuba trip to Belize that she has planned in the spring and I'm sure it will be fabulous.

     I went in late September 1986.  It was hot, but not unbearably so.  I don't know how to scuba dive, but learned to snorkel that weekend.  Floating motionless over the coral, letting the waves coming into the inlet carry me, I was fascinated by this world under the water.

     Bright flashes of yellows and blues zipped about me, as the topical fish inspected this alien invader to their world.  As I relaxed I came close to being hypnotized by the gentle rock of the water and the sound of my slow and steady breathing through the snorkel tube.

     Elbow Cay wasn't the typical Bahamas tourist playground, and while it was only for a four-day weekend... it was as if I was transported back to a time when I had no cares or worries.  Transportation around the island was mostly by bicycles, boat, or bi-ped (walking).  Music played in the afternoons, but the streets rolled up at sundown and the locals relaxed to watch the sunset.

     Maybe if I think hard enough, like Christopher Reeve did in Somewhere in Time, I will wake up tomorrow to find myself soaking up the sun on the soft pink beaches.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

What or whom do you wish to make peace with?

Give peace a chance...
     It is the first Wednesday of the New Year, and Jamie Ridler prompts us on this Wishcasting day with the following question:  "What or whom do you wish to make peace with?"

     Peace.  Encarta Dictionary defines it as freedom from war; tranquility; mental calm; harmony; peace treaty; law and order... to be calm or silent... to be in a state of friendship and freedom from conflict; in a state of calm and serenity.... to refrain from speaking, or to prevent conflict or violence, to stop or avoid bothering somebody... to bring a disagreement or war to an end; to resolve a disagreement with someone or become resigned to a situation that cannot be changed.

Be calm and Carry on...
      I was tempted to skip this question because seeing it this morning was like a sucker punch.  Each of these definitions brings to mind a person, event, or thing that I would like to apply this wish....  2011 was a year of discord, disharmony, and disagreements for me.

     But I feel that this question arrived this morning for a reason, and it is one I cannot avoid because it is the second time this week that peace has been brought to my attention.

16 Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way. The Lord be with all of you.
~ 2 Thessalonians 3:16 NIV ~

Magnify your capacity to forgive...

     I want peace in all of my relationships not for what the peace will bring to me, but for the peace it will bring to those caught in the ripples of the conflict...  for those who do not know or need to know what has caused disagreement. 

     I want peace in my heart, and have come to realize that in order to have that, I may have to be resigned to a situation that cannot be changed. 

     And I grieve for the loss of those caught in the ripples.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Organized chaos...

     There are a lot of traditions and superstitions related to ringing out the old year and bringing in the New Year.  One that always stuck in my head was that you shouldn't do anything 'negative' on New Year's Day (such as laundry or cleaning) or you would be doing it all year.

     So for most of my adult life, I have spent New Year's Day not doing much at all... except occasionally recovering from New Year's Eve, but I'm thankful to say that I've outgrown all of those habits and friends.  I would kick back and relax, perhaps journal, or plan for the coming year.  But I made a point of not doing any cleaning or organizing.

     And you know what happened?  I would spend the year in disorganized chaos.  I would lose important papers, buy things again and again because I couldn't remember where I put the last one I bought (you know how that goes... you put it somewhere that you are just POSITIVE you will remember where it is, and you never see it again until the next millennium).

What a cool idea!
     This year... this New Year... I have spent the first two days of the year cleaning, organizing, and doing laundry.

     Because I want 2012 to be better than 2011.  I want to be organized.  I'm tired of my life being in constant chaos.  I want cleaned and purged rooms... in my house, in my mind, and in my life... I want to know where things are... and where I'm going.  I want to be able to find those odds and ends... and myself again.

Bright and sensible!

     I don't want any more unexpected surprises, frustrated searches, or disappointments.  I don't want to feel that my life is out of control, that I don't know what I'm doing, where I'm going, or how to get back on track.

13 Who is wise and understanding among you? Let them show it by their good life, by deeds done in the humility that comes from wisdom. 14 But if you harbor bitter envy and selfish ambition in your hearts, do not boast about it or deny the truth. 15 Such “wisdom” does not come down from heaven but is earthly, unspiritual, demonic. 16 For where you have envy and selfish ambition, there you find disorder and every evil practice.

17 But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere. 18 Peacemakers who sow in peace reap a harvest of righteousness.

~ James 3:13-18 NIV ~

Sunday, January 1, 2012

New Year...

     It is amazing how 24 hours can give you a whole new perspective on things.  This year is going to be better.
More abundant.  
More secure.  
More relaxed.  
More positive.
More creative
More fulfilled.

     This year is going to be more of what last year wasn't. More of what I wanted last year to be. More of what I need. 2012 is going to be a year that I leap for joy and leap for happiness. This is my year... make it yours.