there’s just something about babies, isn’t there?
the freshness…
the newness…
the little fingers and toes…
the joy.
this little person is going to be a big person someday.
so much to learn and discover…
the wonder of this great big world to such a small fellow…
growing.
and i’ve just decided that growing isn’t the right word…
becoming… becoming is the right word.
he won’t just be growing…
he’ll be becoming.
i can’t wait to see what he’ll become.
Currently I’m……
reading… The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon by Stephen King.
playing… the radio on my bluetooth speaker that has flashing lights… fancy.
watching… ‘What We Do In The Shadows’… the complete first season.
trying… to avoid the to-do list.
cooking… bbq chicken in the crockpot… it’s football season for crying out loud.
eating… dill dip with potato chips.
drinking… not enough water.
calling… my dad to remind him of the Bengals’ starting time.
texting… with my granddaughter… isn’t technology awesome?
pinning… an October photo challenge list.
crafting… wild ideas in my head… i’m an idea factory.
doing… my best to stay in the vortex.
going… to follow through.
loving… fall weather… crisp mornings and sunny afternoons.
discovering… there’s enough time in the day.
enjoying… conversations with my kids.
thinking… isn’t life grand?
feeling… everything is working out for me.
celebrating… the phases of life.
I just finished Night of Miracles by Elizabeth Berg.
loved!
cried!
Beautifully written, Night of Miracles is simply a story of how lives are interwoven,
and how the smallest of things turn into miracles.
It’s a story of community…
friendship…
love and loss…
and the meaning of life itself.
“When Lucille was a girl, a carnival came to town one summer and they had a ride called the whirligig. You sat in some wooden contraption that jerked you here, there and everywhere. One minute you’d be going forward, the next backward, or sideways or tilted over so far you thought you might fall out. It was never still and you had no idea what might come next. That’s life. You’re born, and then you get a ride on the whirligig.”
*The Story of Arthur Truluv is the first book in this series, and although you don’t have to read it to know what’s going on, I think it’s just as endearing and charming as Night of Miracles.
bleeeecck….
vet day.
#tongueouttuesday
“Not a single bee has ever sent you an invoice.”
~Pavan Sukhdev
this.
I want this…
to dip into this world,
this sweet, delicious world…
and emerge covered in the goodness of life.
I want to roll around in every moment
and collect all the experiences I can carry.
and then…
go back for more.
So I did a thing….
My sister, Tina, and I decided it would be fun to sign up for the Muddy Princess, a 5k outdoor obstacle mud run.
yeah.
And when we first signed up, I had grand plans…
I thought, you can do this. All you have to do is do a little work-out every day.
15 mins… just work a little on your arm strength… maybe a few squats.
again… yeah.
Suddenly, the week before the big event was here,
and I realized I had slacked off on my water intake, craved a daily intake of reese’s thins (and fed that craving!), and smoked more than I ever had…
no squats to be found.
I had to reassess my strategy…
I decided my goal was to just be able to do each obstacle. I could recoup on the walk in between mud hills, and I promised not to be competitive with my sister.
Secondly, I made sure I had the right work-out clothes, so, you know, I could at least look like I knew what I was doing…
and in the likely event I would keel over after a mile, at least I would look good in the ambulance.
I am happy to report I did not keel over…
and I braved each obstacle!
I did get a little competitive with Tina,
which resulted in trying to get mud out of my eyes and ears,
and spitting mud for the next mile and a half…
AND! still not knowing who won the chain link crawl…
so, the competitiveness kinda ended there.
and…
it was all worth it.
I had much needed sista time…
full of laughter, and support,
and love.
and a bonus mud bath spa day!
life is good…
but maybe next time, I’ll slack off on the reese’s thins… 😜
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
~Marianne Williamson
“nothing more to life
than singing a simple song”
~white-breasted nuthatch
sing a song – earth, wind & fire
and she was 