It is one of those yucky days outside. Cold, rainy, yucky. It’s lovely inside.
I had a wonderful school day … I may, technically, be the teacher but they teach me so much.
Watercolors are coming along beautifully.
A beautiful gift today from one of my favorite websites
You can go to the website print it out ...
Did anyone print out ‘the best of my days’ … it’s a fun, happy burst in each day. I like adding new stop in time moments to my day.
Working on my gratitude list today … I was talking with a friend last night, and in trying to encourage her that all is good, I had a few epiphanies myself. Isn’t that always the way it works … giving is truly the only way we receive. This bridge [transition] from ‘how it was’ to ‘how it is’ to ‘how it will be’ is exciting and a little scary at the same time. I’m different. I think it is a good different. But I’m trying to walk slowly, and not do anything rash.
Last week I decided to continue with my ‘let go of the material stuff’ and start selling or giving away so much of the stuff that surrounds me. For years I have said that by 2012 I want to be able to put all that is important [stuff wise] in my tapestry bag and grab my dog and just be wherever my heart felt like going. Sounds unrealistic I know. But I think it just may become realistic. I know I’ll need a home and furniture, etc., but just not as much as I used to think. And, earning a living from my laptop on the beach – the goal … the plan.
Grateful I am.
During my year from hell, I was really so blessed. Without my friends and fam I can’t imagine how I would have put one foot in front of the other each day. And, of course, my life passion – teaching – everyday I was a happy person for 6 hours working with ‘my kids’.
I know I must have said this before, but please bear with me, I do repeat myself. In the year from hell, there was so much abundance of love and light around me. So grateful for the beautiful people who took my hand, literally and figuratively, and walked me through the darkness.
I’m working on, yet another, book. Touched by Many. A collection of acknowledgement/thank you essays to people who, without them, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. I began writing it years ago – and revisit it occasionally – now I want to complete the first 57 years.
The following is the first page – which I wrote in 1987 – I may change some of the wording – but it was fun to read it this morning and realize it was 24 years ago [yikes] and I’m still pretty much me. Sharing …
Is it an accident?
Do we choose the people who cross
our path during our life journey?
I do not believe in accidents … so I think we choose.
Do you ever wonder why we choose the people we do?
Or why they choose us?
Do we appreciate our encounters with others …
No matter how long or short in time each encounter is?
I always tell kids that we change each time we read a book.
That the experience will ignite something in us and change parts of our spirit.
Doesn’t that happen each time we meet a person?
Doesn’t that happen with each person that comes in to our lives?
Someone doesn’t have to be ‘famous’ or filled to the brim with ‘PhDs’ in order to impact the spirit which makes us who we are.
We are all teachers and students,
with lessons to teach and lessons to learn
… spirit building is what I call it.
Maybe we should think more of those interactions.
The interactions which change our spirits …
change our lives.
Rather than finding blame in so many others,
let’s all consciously acknowledge and
I realized this morning that I have not fired up the kiln since Miranda died. She always loved to work with glass. I think I will do that today … I’ll let you know how it goes.
Until tomorrow xo♥