Full Purpose of Heart

"It is only in the present moment that we can experience growth, listen and learn, give and receive love, excercise self mastery, chose to do good or choose to be good." 

"...saying things we vowed we would never say in tones we vowed we would never use."

"Make your commitment obvious and let your spouse and children know it~~bask in the security it will give them."

"..from children knowing they are our first priority, deeply and truly feel it...."

All these mean something deeply for me at this time.  Every day, every interaction with the ones I have chosen to commit my life, my energies, my devotions to.  Everyone should be chosen carefully and with full purpose of heart.  Because down the line it will matter infinitely more than I dare imagine in the midst of the situation at hand. 

The petrified Cocoa Pebbles in the bowl on the kitchen table six hours after breakfast.  The wet swimming suit and towel stuffed behind the bedroom door and emitting the aroma of mildew.  The dirty socks by the bed.  Laundry by the hamper........   The sound of my voice is most likely a grating broken record day after day. 

I recall when I was getting married in all my naivete and I could just see me being a loving, loveable, adorable, cheerful, slightly higher than perfect, wife.  A doting, always patient, nurturing, always tutoring/mentoring/encouraging my children.  They would be brilliant and adorable and charming.  My husband would be the envy of all his friends.......

I guess it's a good thing we can't see our future imperfections and shortcomings!!  I don't think my young mind could have wrapped itself around so many disasters!  Mercy... It's a good thing we wake up daily to a fresh unknown adventure.  We handle the people, the timing and the emotions with the best wisdom we have at that moment.  At bedtime we look back on the day and flogged ourselves for what we wish we would have done better or at least differently.  We make determined affirmations to do a little better, be a little better tomorrow.  And every day is a new start.  A new education on us.  And I've had a good share of do-overs that I only hope have been do-a-little-betters.  If not for my sake~for the sake of those souls who have had to put up with me for all these 'overs'. 

"Never forget that these are the people whose names are now written into your Divine Contract." 

"....the Wonder of the individual and specific lives that are your daily stewardship."

Tomorrow is another day.  Tomorrow I try with more purpose.  I should start with an intense prayer, I think.

On Purpose/With Enthusiasm

We had a few troubling days. A few days of turmoil and rebellion. Dishonesty and decible 10 debates. I paddled around in a very blue mood. So disheartened. So feeling taken for granted. Not accomplishing anything because I was in a stupified state. I have let someone else dictate my mood, my activities, my sense of happiness, joy and enthusiasm for life. What a stick in the mud. And it seeped into and tainted every other interaction with all the other people on the planet. Why did it take me so long to see that one and figure out what my recourse was going to be. My counter attack. Sneak and overtake. (Well, it was a lot of whispers to God explaining I was at my wits end, I was sinking fast and I couldn't do it alone. Then He said.....) Go on, live your day the way you need to. Do the housework you planned on. Get out in the yard and have Spring Therapy, soak up some sun and gentle breezes. Sit in the swing and read a book. Get out the crocheting, the design and decorating books, attack the things I love with zeal and a renewed sense of passion. Can't control others, can't make them believe/think/hope the same as me, can't instill in them dreams and aspiration for their tomorrows. By living in sadness and pity and disappointment doesn't make anyone else come to the party. So, I looked up and winked and whispered (not too softly) thank You. And I started making dinner for my family. The ones there and the ones that may not show up. I hummed my cleaning the house Aunt Bea song as I semi danced around and tidied up, threw clothes in the washer, and even went outside and supervised my husband planting the peas in the freshly tilled dark earth. We laughed and tesased. We watered the grass and it smelled wonderfully calming. And then after dinner we watched a basketball game, crocheted around a baby blanket, and read "Doing What We Came Here to Do" . And I didn't once even feel bad that I wasn't in the car chasing down a wayward teen, crying on the inside of what she may or may not be doing. I didn't text her to get home and who are you with? She knows. She plays. I am a multifaceted being, a mother, a wife, a friend, a gramma, a neighbor, a dispatcher, a daughter of an aging/ailing mother, and I have chosen to live silently with some dibilatating diseases and live my hours/days/minutes with intent and on purpose the way I want my legacy to be carved on the souls of those I love. And I do love them ALL......always and forever.

Scenic Byways and Overlooks

I work in a job where multi tasking is a pre-requisite...and if you don't know how you better be quick to learn. Taking information over the phone, listening to officers over the radio channels, eating lunch, which is usually cold, tuning out excess office noise, halfway paying attention to co-workers and supervisors and typing all at the same time. And doing it with profiency. And not missing a beat. And every mother/wife has this as top on her resume. But there is a skill that I have to do on a daily basis that should not be included in multi tasking efforts. And that is operating a two ton motor vehicle to and from where ever........

I find myself digging in my purse (the size of carry on luggage) for a piece of gum, or chapstick, or ibuprofen, or the change that is floating on the bottom of it all. Or juggling my mug of diet Coke back and forth. And sometimes spilling and rescuing my diet Coke. Finding a new CD because the one that's in has been in for the past two weeks. And of course, directing all the traffic around me which seems to be all moronic. It's a wonder I haven't been mistaken for a drunk driver. Maybe I have and just haven't been pulled over yet. So my self improvement project for the up and coming months, years, decades, etc is to be an "in the moment driver". I vow to be attentive to the job at hand. Everything else can wait. I cannot afford to pay the consequences of driving distracted. It is a whole new experience I must say. And with all the object lessons I have had to document over the years I must admit it's been a long time in coming. I have been blessed exceedingly well. And I am thanking the good Lord for that. Here's to Happy Motoring!!

Sometimes three very different but also very alike females living under one tiny roof with one itsy bitsy bathroom, three separate but similiar attitudes and habits, all vying for their own space and boundaries, can some how get on each others nerves. In each others way. Each viewing theirs as top priority. Not quite open to see how fragile ego's can be. Or how close to the surface that can spring out in anger. That was today.

I was getting ready for work. My bedroom was in chaos from a project of 'simplifying' started earlier in the day and no time to finish. And that chaos makes me anxious. And frustrated at myself for not having order, especially when I know it's going to make David the same but times ten. The girls were home from school, tired and hungry and facing homework, which is definately cruel and unusual punishment heaped on by teachers. They were hit with their chore list for the afternoon. They were hit with a nagging to put away their jackets, backpacks, shoes and the don't forget to throw the soda cans away when you're done. Then everyone had a melt down to the 'maximum capacity' (according to Saige). I left for work feeling angry and justified for the anger. Why do they have to be such rebels? Why do they have to argue? Why do I lose self control?

I am driving to work. And it's white knuckled. And I'm getting a knot in my neck. And I am not noticing anything, paying attention to anything, 'seeing' anything on my way. I am living in that mad zone that I created and hung on to back at home. That emotion is carrying over into every aspect of my day. The potential for immense joy and an amazing journey is being missed because I haven't let go of the misery that is now over and done with and the girls have long since abandoned any allegiance to. I am going to miss the lesson and the teacher or the student that could be encountered along the path because I refuse to let go. And at that moment I felt light wash over me, I noticed the pinks of the evening painting the westeren sky. The snow dusted mountains that bounce back the last glints of day. Townsfolk taking in the light chill of the February evenings. And you know, I had the most amazing ending to a not-so -perfect-but- wonderfully magical day. Thanks for the Whisper, God, thanks.

on your mark, get set.....

As of late, I have noticed a peculiar pattern I have developed. Quite unheeded at first...kind of like crept upon my subconscious and just took over. I was running a pitcher of water to take outside for my cocker spaniel, LaKota. But I wasn't "running a pitcher of water" , I had myself poised as if ready for the starting pistol to go off, one foot angled and my weight ready to bear. Gosh, what am I in a rush for? What is so important that I am anxiously staged to bolt to my next project/goal?? I've gotta get back to the tv so no one will change my channel?? What? As I came upon this ephiphany I slowed down, relaxed my stance, listened to the water fill the faucet, the birds were dancing in the feeder just outside the window and the melody they sang was priceless. The breeze softly moving the lace curtain and the cool crisp wintery air wrapped around my face. Why have I become so anxious? So out of tune with the joys and wonders of my life that I am prepared to race off to some other monotonous task at hand and never enjoying any of it?

So I have made it a conscious choice to wake up every morning and say "this is the best day, this is the best day ever." And to go about noticing, and feeling, and smelling, and tasting, and experiencing the whole joyous journey that is my life. I am so blessed with a truly rich and satisfying life. Not that I don't have blue days, and really firey ornery days, and everything is an irritant day, but I have a spectacularly amazing life. I just have to find ways to realize, and feel, and enjoy what has been given me. And to revel in this particular spectacular monotous task at hand, and just be thankful for how much God must love me to bless me so greatly.

And on a lighter note, the other day I was getting ready to go to the gym and was putting on my sports bra. Bry was talking to me as I got dressed. She looked up at me and asked, "is that your training bra?" I wanted to tip over laughing but instead I told her, 'Yeah, it is. I'm training to defy gravity." And one day she'll understand.

Saige and Pretty School

Today I watched the little mini school bus putting down the street with it's load of precious cargo. I smiled. My heart smiled. I am immediately taken back to the late 90's and Saige was 3 and 4. And she had taken it upon herself to take the scissors to her bangs. Which were no longer bangs but 1/8" snippets of blonde sticking straight in the air and spiking in whichever direction the shower had decided. Momma had taken the curling iron and shaped and sprayed and styled the best she could. She dressed my Angel-Bugg in her cutest little clothes, hung her tiny back pack on her shoulders and sent her to the bus stop where Ms. Kathy picks her up. She is on her way to Pre-School, Head Start to be specific. But she thought we said 'pretty school' so that is exactly what it has been and exactly where she has been going for the past few months. Pretty School. And Ms. Jean (Tong) is her very most favorite-est person there. She is magnificent. She is awesome. She is her heroine. It is a special bond. Ms. Jean is very special. Now flash forward and Saige is turning 15 and she and Ms. Jean still love each other. They still have saved mementos, they still hug each other when they run into each other, they still make plans to catch up, sometime. There are special people in our lives who come and go, are never constant fixtures, but are always in our hearts, always in our souls, always making a positive difference, somehow. Pretty School. Ms. Jean. Wish every child had one of each.