Life Philosophy in 24 Words Taken From The Eagles

We may lose and we may win though
we will never be here again
so open up, I’m climbin’ in,
so take it easy.

~ The Eagles

“We may lose and we may win” There are no guarantees. We don’t know the outcome yet.

“though we will never be here again” This moment, this NOW will NEVER be here again. Looking back…these words really pack a wallop. So many times I’ve not liked where my life was, only to look back years later and realize what a good time it was. And I want to go back and do it all over again. But IN THAT MOMENT I didn’t realize how good my life was and that I would NEVER be there again.

“so open up, I’m climbin’ in” Oh yeah. Open up. I’m climbin’ in. Right where I am…in the middle of the mess…the chaos! Because what is happening will never be here again. And tomorrow I may look back and say “I wish I were back there again.”

“so take it easy” Lighten up. Be easy with life. Be easy with this now moment.

After I quiet the random thoughts swirling like little tornadoes in my mind and realize that this day will never come again, then I can begin to make something of this precious moment. Because…

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My thoughts on this part of The Eagle’s famous song “Take It Easy” may have nothing to do with what they really meant. Just a little disclaimer…

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A Lesson in Guarding Little Hearts

At the end of every year, I always look back to assess the kind of year I just lived. What worked. What didn’t.

And I always come to the same conclusion.

Next year will be different.

But it never is. I keep doing that insane thing, you know, doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.

Here’s an excerpt from a post I wrote near the end of 2012.

“I’m closing up 2012 and opening up a bright new 2013 in a few days. I’ll be documenting this year. Like a mad scientist. Sniffing it out like a bloodhound. I’ll be taking names and kicking butt. I will be snatching minutes and putting them on paper so fast it will make your head spin. No moment will be safe from me. And why? you ask. I realized this morning that I couldn’t remember mornings with my son (he’s 30 years old, so it’s not like it was just yesterday). I don’t remember getting him off to school. I don’t remember what he did after school. I don’t remember cooking dinner for my family. I don’t remember helping my son get ready for bed.”

I wanted to document EVERYTHING. The good, the bad and the ugly. Little did I know that 2013 would roar in like a lion. All of a sudden things would change. Someone I held close to my heart would become like a stranger to me.  How was I to know that the moments I “sniffed out like a bloodhound” would not be moments I wanted to remember, but instead, moments I wanted to forget forever and pretend they never happened? I feel beat up by 2013 and its only March!

And my biggest question (as I kick my butt): How in the hell did you let this happen?

But I have learned probably one of the biggest lessons of my life. As a mother or father or guardian of any little person – the GREATEST thing we can do is “guard their hearts”. We should pray daily that Jesus would guard the hearts and minds of our little people. That God would allow his angels to cover our children with their wings. Even if we think we’re holding evil at bay, even if we think bad things only happen to other families…in reality, evil could be sitting in our homes and it probably is.

Right under our noses.

And we don’t even recognize it.

Ok I know how to guard MY heart. Jesus gives us very good instructions in Philippians 4:6-8 “Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.  And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.  Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things.”  Oh how I love these verses.

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But how do I guard the heart of my child? And what do I do now that it looks to be too late? Do I just throw my hands up and say “I’ve failed. I’m a bad mother?” No, of course not. For one thing it’s never too late, right?

How I wish I could turn back the years. Call a do-over. But I can’t.

If you can’t be a good example, then you’ll just have to be a horrible warning. ~ Catherine Aird

So here I am…a horrible warning!

We MUST guard the hearts of our children. And I know there are so many that are doing just that. There are so many really good Moms and Dads. But I also know there are so many like me that believe their child is just too smart to be taken in by those who are out to harm them.

Don’t be like me.

Heed my warning.

Guard their precious little hearts Moms and Dads.

This year really IS different. This year I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders.  This year I am searching for “innocence lost” and looking for a way to put it back where it belongs. But also this year I am turning my heart toward Jesus. Going back where it all started and laying it before God. I’m admitting I screwed up and learning once again what it means to “take it to the Lord in prayer”.

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This year I am looking for a miracle. And I won’t give up until I find it.

This Blog Needs To Be ABOUT Something

And I need to do a Part Two to my It’s Time Part One.

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I jump around willy-nilly and write about whatever hits me when it hits me. I have no rhyme or reason. I have no glue. Or should that be clue? Well, I don’t have a clue either. That is just one of my many imperfections. I’m wishy-washy.

It is well with my soul.

I am growing and learning.  Life is filled with such wonder. I am amazed. Everyday. I am amazed at life.

Here’s my problem according to the experts:  I don’t know what my niche is. Do I even have a niche? What is a niche anyway.

I am art journaling these days. This blog could be about my “creative” self. Been taking all kinds of classes. Learning that it’s ok if I’m messy and do stupid stuff and can’t draw worth beans. It’s ok…EVERYTHING is ok. That sweetheart, is music to my ears. Whatever I do…is how it’s supposed to be.

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My doctor told me last week that I HAD to lose weight and I HAD to start moving my body! Ok…this blog could be about my journey into health.

I am decluttering my home, life, brain, computer, office. That would be an awesome blog cause I am at the bottom. Starting at ground zero. Well minus zero really. It’s bad people. I am so messy and I have to keep everything because well…it’s mine. Except trash. No, that’s not true. I even keep what others would call trash to use in my Remains of the Day Journal. A class taught by Mary Ann Moss that is just the most wonderful class you will ever take.

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Oh, I almost forgot I have a class starting December 15th with Mary Ann called Ticket To Venice.

MaryAnnMossI think I may be in way over my head on this one. I don’t know…I’m kind of nervous about this class.

This one thing I am doing is very important so take note:

I am trying to teach my family how to survive after I’m gone. You know, just in case. I do everything for them. My family has it made. I do too much. I don’t do enough. I love them so! Not that I don’t think they’d pick up and move on tomorrow if something should happen to me (and probably with a “thank God and Greyhound she’s gone” smile) but I want to know I’ve left everything in order. I want to make it easy. This blog could be about that. I could call it the “If I Should Die” Project or IISD for short.

“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”
~ Mary Oliver

I am taking this weekend to: either decide how to make this blog about something or start fresh somewhere else.

I’m also taking this weekend to get my coupons organized so I can start couponing. Another good blog idea!

And we have to decorate for Christmas this weekend.

AND it’s supposed to be pretty weather so I need to be working outside cleaning the patio.

There’s really so much this blog could be about. I just have to decide what I want to focus on. Actually, it all ties in together.

“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.” ~ Annie Dillard

It’s all LIFE. It’s all about our days.

I’m closing up 2012 and opening up a bright new 2013 in a few days. I’ll be documenting this year. Like a mad scientist. Sniffing it out like a bloodhound. I’ll be taking names and kicking butt. I will be snatching minutes and putting them on paper so fast it will make your head spin. No moment will be safe from me. And why? you ask. I realized this morning that I couldn’t remember mornings with my son (he’s 30 years old, so it’s not like it was just yesterday). I don’t remember getting him off to school. I don’t remember what he did after school. I don’t remember cooking dinner for my family. I don’t remember helping my son get ready for bed.

These may be itsy bitsy things compared to the “big picture” but these things are a part of my life and I don’t remember them.

I’d like to say that I’ll be here everyday journaling about 2013 but I can’t promise and I do plan to discipline myself a bit better.

One day at a time, ya know.

It’s Time…Storing Up Treasures Part One

Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and decay destroy, and thieves break in and steal. But store up treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor decay destroys, nor thieves break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there also will your heart be.  ~Matthew 6:19

Where my treasure is…there will my heart be also.

And where my heart is, THAT is where my attention lies. This makes perfect sense.

There is something stirring in my soul. I haven’t been able to pin it down until this morning. I am near tears as I write. It has been a succession of little happenings this morning.

First, I read Alison May’s Brocante Home post in which she speaks of her woes and I felt so small. Alison relates, “Today my little one is at home. It’s an odd day. One tinged with the mild resentment of the working Mummy…” I am a working Mummy filled and overflowing with resentment and for months and especially recently I have several times made the statement at work “I just really don’t want to be here”. And I meant it.

But I am very grateful for my job. I LOVE my job. I bless my job and all my very weird co-workers. I do want to be here. But I’d rather be at home with my family homeschooling Little Miss ASIJ. Fixing my house just so so in the early day hours when I have so much energy. I want Adventure. Magic. Awesome. And I want it the way I want it!

I’ve ALWAYS wanted to be a stay at home Mom. I envy those who are afforded the luxury of that dream. But my envy has become something of a heaviness lately that I just can’t seem to shake.  I’ve always had to work. (Except for 2 short years when I stayed home with Little Miss ASIJ. Those were the happiest days of my life.) I’ve always set my dream aside to make sure everybody else got what they wanted or needed. Yes, I’d like a little cheese with that whine. Oh waaah waaaah waaaah. Enough already.

And then the sentence of Alison’s that broke my heart “It has been a year and one day since my world fell apart.” Oh Alison, I am hugging you in my heart sweet lady. My life is SO good, how can I ever whine?

This morning in the truck on the way to work, I reminded myself of what I say to people all the time, “You are exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

I AM EXACTLY WHERE I’M SUPPOSED TO BE.  ~ME

Then a little while ago I saw a picture on another of my favorite places on the internet  (in)courage

I have so much stuff. I’m embarrassed and ashamed that I live with so much and some live with so little.

Now I know it’s time to get busy. It’s time to make a difference. It’s time to start changing ME so that I create a little butterfly effect which can and will ripple in places and in ways that I can’t even begin to imagine.

It’s time.

It’s time for me to create space in my home.

It’s time for me to create space in my heart.

So how can I tie all this together? How can I be exactly where I’m supposed to be but so NOT doing what I’m supposed to be doing? Gosh, can you see why I feel like such a failure? Sometimes I feel like such a fake. I know there’s a purpose to this life. I know there’s so much more I’m supposed to be doing. And yet I do nothing. One day just fades into the next.

It’s been going on for some time now…this stirring in my soul. I think I have been preparing, so I can’t really fault myself. Maybe I really am right where I’m supposed to be so that my heart and soul are ready.

For so long now I have been so confused about spiritual matters. The jury’s still out on that – I am letting God just work on my heart and see what develops. I’m not pushing it. But is it time that I finally let God heal up my broken heart and walk back into the life I grew up knowing and always loved until I let MANKIND mess it up for me? Is it time I finally say “enough is enough”? Maybe so.

Maybe this is part of the preparing. Part of the purifying.

Good grief it’s taken long enough.

Saturday Morning Joy

These are the days to remember. Each ordinary day. Even the most mundane routine laden day has some kind of JOY and WONDER in it! Sometimes we just have to dig a little to find it.

In August, I participated, ever so lightly, in Hanna Marcotti’s Joy Up.

Oh what a blessing Hannah is. Joy oozes from Hannah. Everything she writes is wondrous to me. Can you tell I love Hannah just a little bit? Now I am organizing all the precious emails from Hannah and starting over. Another month of Joy. Each day something new.

Actually I plan to live the rest of my life with Joy as my intention.

Love as my motivation.

Peace as my resting place.

I have used every excuse in the book not to follow my heart. I want to write…but find my words lacking. I don’t have a good enough camera for blogging – all I have is my cell phone camera. And on and on the excuses go. But I’m setting the excuses aside. I’m just letting go. Simple as that. Now on to finding JOY wherever my heart may lead. Just letting it happen. Treading lightly as I go.

My words aren’t lofty. I ramble, sometimes I don’t make sense. My pictures aren’t high quality (or really much quality at all.) And I am the most amateur of photographers.

But you get the idea – the wonder is still there!

Besides, is there even anyone here but me? I’m ok with me…so all is well.

Hannah and all the Joy Uppers comprise the tribe that I want to belong to. These women are beautiful. Gorgeous really. Words can’t describe how they’ve make me feel. Since their intention (and mine) has been JOY, then it’s ever so easy to find joy in their faces, in their smiles. in each and every word they write. They constantly uplift, encourage, whatever it takes to get you out of your slump and on to living life as it is meant to be lived. This miraculous, wonderous, joyous life

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It’s so much easier to find Joy all around me now. Just this morning I basked in the wonder of the birds singing in my own backyard. A beautiful sound of nature right outside my door. Backyard Joy.

I found evidence of summer hanging on in my neighbor’s yard. Summer flowery Joy.

Fall is just around the corner. My absolute favorite season. Fall Joy.

Welcome to my home. My world. My JOY!