Whirlwind of Time

Where does the time go?

It seems that just yesterday the sun was nourishing the garden with golden rays of light. Bees buzzing happily from flower to flower, berries ripe and dripping juiciness from the vines, warm soil beneath my feet as I wander through the vegetable patch. I am in love with color. I think that is why I love summer so much. Eye popping color everywhere.

Here we are on the eve of December and we have already had a huge snow storm with power outages and frozen pipes. I look out to the porch where my chase sits and I long for the quiet summer afternoon laying in the warmth, that I passed up for some forgotten activity that seemed more important.

All those random projects that I put off till winter and now it is upon me. All I can do is laugh at how I think there is going to be so much time to sew, bead, write, paint, or read. Sure just after I finish all the dishes and fold the laundry and do yoga and get ready for work and vacuum the floors and.... Yup that's right there is always something to distract me from what I really want to do.

I want to finish making my home feel livable. The hideous green wall to wall carpet that still needs to be torn out, takes me back to the dark ages of my 20's. The trend was Jewel tones. I can see it with Red and green plaid sofas and eggshell beige walls, flouncy curtains with oversize ruffles, dried flowers and whatever else that says country living. I want a more farm house country but upscale it a bit with refined colors and details. I will get there hopefully before its time to redecorate in the year 2016 and most likely by then will be so streamline and uncluttered that it feels stark.

Where am I going with this.....Who knows I just felt like writing for the sake of getting my head to unclog. Winter is the best time for me to write because I have to imagine all the things that summer brings. I can recreate the warmth of summer in my head, and put them down on paper.

I want to do more than just put down the thoughts that drift in and out. I want to write my memoir. I don't know where to start but I do want to do it. Perhaps some research is in order. There is so much out there to learn from and get ideas from. I am sure that with all the publishing possibilities at the touch of a keystroke I can actually accomplish something.

Rediscovering My Way

Lets see whats in today's purse....

I know that things happen for a reason.
I know that we set our direction early in life.
I know we shift our directions at times.

I have been listening to myself as I reconnect the dots. The ones I have left along the way. Do we really understand what we are all about or do we rely on others to show us the way? I am always watching, listening, thinking, and discovering that in most all things I have been there before. Our mind is an amazing arena for play and for learning. So much of who we are is a recreation of where we have been.

Like a distant star we see what was and still continue to recreate it even when it has long past burned out. We have the ability to go back in time, in memory, in our minds. Recreating what may have been a dream but no, a distant memory of time past.

Travel is key, traveling always traveling. Today I traveled back in time. I spent it watching, rediscovering a path. One that was set when I was just young.

We carry trinkets along the way. Some that make sense and some that seem to mundane to mention. Today I will thoughtfully put back the trinkets I should carry and take out the ones that don't apply to the path.

Today I discovered the need for protection. Protection from the negative influence of the past. Like the silk lining of my purse, I love the lining and would carry it as the part people see but you see it is fragile and needs a covering like leather.

I will always carry my silk purse where ever I go.

I'd walk a mile in those shoes!

Several ladies on my list of friends posted about shoes this week. Who doesn't look at shoes. We all wear them and for different jobs there are different styles. But what do they say about you?


Just for thought:

How do you feel about your shoes?

Do you wear the same ones everyday or change up often?

How many pair do you have?

What styles do you like best?

Where do you buy them?

How often do you replace them?

Here is a list of shoe styles and types. Please add more if you don't see something you wear or have seen.

high heals=
work boots=
slippers=
worn out=
lace up=
lace up sneakers not tied=
back of heal smashed down=
clogs=
slip-ons=
mules=
patent leather=
fancy boots=
cow boy boots=
sneakers=
running shoes=
spikes=
flats=
pointy toes=
square toes=
round toes=
flip flops=
logger style work boots=
dance shoes=
mary janes=


Just for fun pick a style or two and tell us what this style says to you!



Taking the first step

My first step today is simply stepping back. When I look back to what should matter here I cant see any further than 10 years. I know that there is so much more. Taking one step at a time will help me reveal the path. If I am listening I can be at anyplace I need to be at anytime, in my head.

A little view from where I have been. My career changed 7 years ago when I left a very lucrative full time advertising position after working with alternative medicine professionals for a season. The more I learned from them about what they did the more I knew I was following the wrong directions in my own life. My true calling was to be in the healing arts. I knew this in my gut. I fought it my whole life.

Today after 6 years of giving professionally as well as in my personal life I see that I have given to everyone else and not to myself. My desire today is to step into fresh space, a space of health and vitality.

Along this path I will learn with the help of my family, friends, clients and other professional contacts. Hopefully by posting my discoveries I can have a way to revisit the process to reinforce what I have learned and help others with my experience.

Self discovery can be a scary process even though the prospect of becoming a better person is exciting. I will call on a few to help me along the way. Ultimately I must depend upon myself to do this.