I’ve always loved to learn. This gnome is the product of a needle felting class I took at a local yarn shop — shout out to Kaleidoscope Fibers! My gnome is not as refined as the instructor’s, yet I take joy in the knowledge of having learned the basics of something new to me — never mind the quality of the end result. In my view, mistakes and imperfections (let’s call them unintentional customizations) are the hallmark of handmade. Something made with human hands, mind, and heart. Learning stretches my mind. Learning can be frustrating and difficult at times. But God has placed tenacity in me. And persisting in learning has never let me down. I may not have acquired the knowledge I expected nor produced the result I anticipated, but I learned something.
Ice cream gets high marks from me in the comfort food category. As Wisconsin heat and humidity rises, cool spoonfuls air condition me from the inside out. Physical comfort. June is “dairy month” here, so I feel encouraged to indulge. June also marks seven years since my cancer diagnosis — the month I became a survivor. So far, so good. Comforting my mind that I have made it this far. And I’ll be celebrating National Cancer Survivor Day (Sunday, June 2) thanking God at our worship service, then with ice cream, of course!
Had a wonderful time sharing at Gilda’s Club on the topic of co-survivors today. Read tips from my book, “Surviving the Pink Ribbon”, and other sources. Donated two copies of the book to Gilda’s Club library (a great resource!) and gave away 4 copies to attendees. Loved the caring comments exchanged.
What was this megaphone doing on a Copenhagen sidewalk a couple of weeks ago? There was no apparent owner around, and I resisted the urge to use it. After all, I was late for a workshop at a nearby yarn shop. No time to use my “outdoor” voice to announce my arrival in Denmark. Brought to mind a couple of quotes about using my voice. From Ken Ham, “Whenever we have opportunity to be of influence, if we do nothing, we are not being neutral.” From Ephesians 4:15, “Rather, speaking the truth in love…” Know when to pick up the megaphone and how to use it!
Would love to see you at my next event.
“Counsel for Co-Survivors” at Gilda’s Club in Middleton, WI
Thursday, May 16, 11:45 am – 1:00 pm
Open to the public. Free lunch included.
Register here: https://events.gildasclubmadison.org/Events/Info/Counsel_for_Co-Survivors_PUBLIC-3496
Are you supporting someone who has cancer? Or supporting someone who has been through that journey? Or through any serious medical illness for that matter. You are a co-survivor! Please join Rita Schunk as she shares tips for co-survivors from her book, “Surviving the Pink Ribbon: Body and Soul Guide for Breast Cancer Survivors and Co-Survivors”, her own co-survivor experience, as well as advice from other sources. Ms. Schunk is a 28-year co-survivor, a breast cancer survivor, and an author. Whether you live in the same house as the survivor or many miles away, Ms. Schunk will offer creative and pragmatic answers to the “what can I do?” moments you will experience. And, since what works for one person may not work well for another, she will include some unconventional guidance (co-survivor discretion advised!). Ms. Schunk’s husband and her closest co-survivor, Jim, will also be available for questions.
Something as simple as putting a smile on my face can send a grin ripple through those around me. Let’s make some joyful waves together!
No two of us have exactly the same point of view. My “eyes” are skewed as I see the world through a kaleidoscope lens of past experiences, feelings, beliefs, and physical limitations. Been considering point of view as I form the concept of my next book. First-person? Second-person? Third-person can be perceived as being a factual telling, but even third-person can be skewed by my lens. Third-person omniscient would mean that I know the thoughts and feelings of all the characters. Since the main characters are no longer living, I certainly won’t claim that one! But do we sometimes communicate that way? Acting as if we are third-person omniscient, instead of squinting through that kaleidoscope.