“None of us are responsible for all the things that happen to us, but all of us are responsible for the way we act when they do happen” – source unknown. A fall can be silly or embarrassing, as in a pratfall. Falls can be devastating, even deadly. I’ve had my share of graceful(?) descents walking on icy pavement. Had no idea I could do the splits while not spilling a drop of hot chocolate! Then there was the header down the oak stairs as a teenager resulting in ironic (or appropriate?) blood from my chin onto my red and white candy striper uniform. Still have the scar where the stitches were. Falls happen. I believe the most important part of a tumble (physical or psychological) is how I rise. My rise can be embarrassing, devastating, or graceful. I may carry a physical or emotional scar from the fall. But I rise!
“Because breast cancer doesn’t discriminate, the author penned this book for women of every age and walk of life, and those who love them… I highly recommend this book.” Laurie Buchanan, PhD, holistic health practitioner, author, speaker.
Gardening is challenging when you have a house in the woods. Critters endeavor to reach the vegetables. However, the fencing my husband installed has not been breached – the vegetables are free to grow. Turns out, the vegetables are also free to breach the barrier. Upon returning from our latest road trip, I found a cucumber making a break for it. Prohibited from reaching beyond the garden walls? Nope. Just had to press on, get creative, adjust, and be bold enough to go for it. Even a cucumber can inspire.
“Surviving the Pink Ribbon” came into the world one year ago today. I’ve been so blessed by the people around me and those I’ve met in this past year. Happy book birthday!
Jets don’t decide whether to leave a contrail or not — it just happens. The hot jet exhaust interacts with the lower-temperature atmosphere, and contrails form. Scientific American states that the “nature and persistence of jet contrails can be used to predict the weather… thin, short-lived contrail…a sign of fair weather…whereas a thick, long-lasting contrail…can be an early indicator of a storm.” I am leaving wakes all day, every day as I interact with people and things. What is the nature of the wake I leave? Am I going for persistence in what I leave behind?
Every shawl I knit is different. My intent is not to make a copy of the designer’s result. I almost never use the yarn stated in the pattern. And I often stray from the knitting recipe — either on purpose or with an unintentional customization. To me, knitting is a creative process. I am the only me, and I desire my knitted results to be unique as well. I endeavor to let the Spirit inside guide me as I create. I love being surprised in the creative process. The result is always beautiful in its own way.
On a recent road trip to visit friends in Wyoming, we stopped at Theodore Roosevelt National Park. Saw this inspiring little path as we walked. I choose my path (or at least how I respond to the path). Sometimes a harder path is worth the work. A path should elevate my spirit, my values, my relationships. Every day – every second of every day – I am charting my course, thought by thought and step by step. Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, self-control. And to help keep myself on a fruitful path, I learn and sift through what I allow into my eyes and ears – sensationalism of the “news”, ranting on social media, and the anything-but-peaceful protesting. I strive to take thoughtful, careful steps.