Don’t ever let anyone tell you you’re stupid, ugly, too young or too old, boring, undesirable, weak, incapable, useless, or crazy. Ignore them, distance yourself from them, for they don’t know you or care about you. Anyway, you do a more than adequate job of abusing yourself. You don’t need any help with that. 😉
Category: Reflection
A Poem to Myself
Choices
Small, intentional steps in some direction Continue reading “A Poem to Myself”
Rush Hour
Today
The snow is falling like it’s in a hurry Continue reading “Rush Hour”
I Have a Dream
My Prayer for 2021:
Cleanse me.
Heal me.
Help me.
Change me.
I believe it was March 2019, Pre-Covid. It’s all rather fuzzy. The moments are piling up and describing them in regards to when they happened is becoming more difficult, trying to extricate them from the pile is too arduous a task. Maybe it doesn’t matter. It happened regardless of when. I was staying with my sister. She had planned a get together for the young ladies of her community and had her daughter invite her friends and spread the word. She gathered poster boards, magazines, coloured papers, felts and pencils of every hue, stickers, jewels, glitter, and glue. She encouraged the girls in attendance to think about who they wanted to become and what their future might look like and make a visual representation. I live 10 hours from my sister and usually fly there. I wasn’t interested in carting an unwieldy poster board onto the plane, but I still wanted to participate in the exercise. A scaled-down version would have to do. At the beginning, my sister handed out a small, sturdy card to be used to record our thoughts and it was just what I needed. Brevity is a good thing. Something I’m not known for. 😀 When one has an excess of goals, one often doesn’t reach any of them. We must hone in on our heart’s desires and leave the periphery lie. Continue reading “I Have a Dream”
Unearth the Bowl
We bought a bowl once. It’s a shiny gold with vibrant splashes of red, green, blue and orange and we thought it would make a striking centerpiece for our table. We did not, at the time, consider what, if anything, we would put in it. Nor did we consider how much an empty bowl might beckon us to fill it. I’m ashamed to say this beautiful bowl has become a bowl for bills; piles of important papers now cascade from it completely blotting out the original reason for which it was purchased. Now instead of looking at the beautiful bowl and experiencing joy, I look at a bowl of bills and feel frustrated, worried, and depressed.
Continue reading “Unearth the Bowl”
A Poem For Starters
It’s never too late to start over
No matter the day or the hour
To change one’s mind is not a crime
If something isn’t working
Then
It begs that one begin again
Barreling head long toward some lofty plan
Can mean the end of one’s self
rather than the end one intended to pursue
Start anew
Pause and ponder
Gain some fresh perspective at an intermediate juncture
Recognize and titter at your blunders
Take a new tact or commit to stay the course
For more effective progress can be realized in repose
And a thoughtful journey does a better outcome make
So
Stop
Take your time
Take a breath
Take a good, hard look
Take a break
It’s never too late to start over
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