Dreaming

“Why Dream?

Life is a difficult assignment. We are fragile creatures, expected to function at high rates of speed, and asked to accomplish great and small things each day. These daily activities take enormous amounts of energy. Most things are out of our control. We are surrounded by danger, frustration, grief, and insanity as well as love, hope, ecstasy, and wonder. Being fully human is an exercise in humility, suffering, grace, and great humor. Things and people all around us die, get broken, or are lost. There is no safety or guarantees.

The way to accomplish the assignment of truly living is to engage fully, richly, and deeply in the living of your dreams. We are made to dream and to live those dreams.” 

S.A.R.K., Make Your Creative Dreams Real: A Plan for Procrastinators, Perfectionists, Busy People, and People Who Would Really Rather Sleep All Day

One of my friends posted a question on Facebook today.

She asked, if you could travel anywhere, where would you go?

Interesting thought for a Monday. I’ve always felt that Mondays were the best days to start planning any kind of escape.

Thanks, Deb, for sparking my brain and giving me a day of focused dreaming.

As images of Ireland, Hawaii, Fuji, and the Colorado mountains flashed through my mind, I realized it’d been a very long time since I’d spent any time dreaming.

That awareness made me a little sad.

I wondered when and why I’d stopped dreaming?

It’s time for that to change.

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” 

H. Jackson Brown Jr., P.S. I Love You

I am…

B…simply being. 

~Peace, be with you, my friends. May your resurrect your very own dreams today.~

Dear Glynis, thank you for letting me share this picture of Sherrie’s garden. I am honored and so very thankful for this and for you. 

Every Day Grace

Oh…Mondays…

Just like retirement does little to change the excitement of a Friday afternoon, Monday mornings still have a certain “feel.” The feel of this Monday took on its own little bit of flair when I found myself sitting in my new favorite dentist’s chair. I really like and respect my dentist. Unfortunately, my neck and jaw do not feel the same.

Meaning it’s time to go to the prayer file and find something to share.

Thank you, Marianne Williamson, for this prayer shared from your book, Every Day Grace.

Dear God, I give you this morning. Please take away my despair of yesterday. Help me forgive the things that caused me pain and would keep me bound. Help me to begin again. Please bless my path and illuminate my mind. I surrender to you the day ahead. Please bless every person and situation I encounter. Make me who you would have me be. That I might do as You would have me do. Please enter my heart and remove all anger, fear, and pain. Renewal my soul and free my spirit. Thank you, God, for this day. Amen. 

I am…

B…simply being…

Love Y’all.

Peace

 

 

 

Mondays…

I ‘m thinking that it really doesn’t matter whether you are working or not, Mondays are still Mondays. What does matter, though, is the fact that old behavior patterns die hard. They follow you around, retired or not. Procrastination is something that has haunted me my entire life. The things that led up to today were no exception.

My to do list was exceptionally long because this day was the final day in that old saying we all flippantly throw around, “I’ll do it tomorrow.” This Monday was that final tomorrow-day-come-calling, with bells on and all a-ringing. What should have been steps in a list of joyful preparations became a race to throw it all together and run full speed ahead to the finish line.

Maybe I have finally learned this lesson? If things become painful enough, you change, right? Today was not painful. It was certainly not as happy as it could/should have been. Looking back on the events of the day, the big positive I see is that this may be the tipping point of my lessons about procrastination.

I hope you all had a wonderful Mother’s Day filled with events you will share with family and friends for years to come. For me, at this stage of my life, there are not many family members around anymore. Because of the distance that separates us, we connect by way of social media.  As I was searching for pictures to share, I found the picture attached to this post. The beautiful smiling faces you see are my Uncle Howard and my Aunt Theresa, my Mom’s brother and his wife. When this picture fell out of the stack, I was surprised because it was the first time I’d seen it. After downsizing at least four times in the past two years, how had this picture escaped me? I sent it to my cousin, Tracy, their daughter, and she had never seen it either. I sent it to my sister, Sue. It was a new one for her as well.

It was a little odd in an eerie kinda creepy sort of way–a hard copy, love filled message sent to us all from Heaven, I guess.

With that I am taking my weary bones to bed for some much-needed rest. I feel like I was  given an extra credit assignment for not passing this latest life lesson. It took a toll.

I send you all my love.

I am…

B…simply being…

Peace.