Day 3.
"Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smelling faces. Smell the rain, and fell the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential and fight for your dreams." - Ashley Smith
Something so simple can be forgettable as your world blows by with daily frustration.
Your alarm clock didn't go off on time. Your misplaced your cell phone. You forgot to give your kid lunch money. A bill was bounced. Spilled your morning coffee on your clothes on a way to a meeting.
As your whirling by your car door to get to your ten o'clock doctors appointment, did you notice the butterfly that flew by?
Moments in time can go by as fast as the flutter of that butterfly. But in the world of go, how are we expected to notice?
Noticing that one moment that lasted a brief second can bring a sensation of happiness for the day, can be done. Just look up. Sit down. Watch. Listen
Turn a world that can be filled with small inconveniences which bring your day down. Into recognizing the small, precious lifescapes that could possibly make your day.
Until next time, Turas math dhut!
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Motherhood
What decision would you make, if you were handed a brochure?
It's white, with one word, Motherhood. Inside it simply defines the word. Noun. - a female parent; a woman in authority; specifically : the superior of a religious community of women (2) : an old or elderly woman; maternal tenderness or affection.
After reading, is motherhood for you?
How can you describe something that is indescribable? Better yet, a word, that has an infinite amount of possibilities for a true definition.
My motherhood expressed in words.
Amazing. Beautiful. Chaotic. Draining. Entertaining. Forever. Gratifying. Heart Wrenching. Ironic. Joyous. Knowledgeable. Loyal. Mesmerizing. Never ending. Optional. Powerful. Quintessential. Rewarding. Spiritual. Tender. Unbelievable. Vigorous. Xenophobic. Yearning. and ZESTY!
But when I close my eyes and listen to my soul singing motherhood, I hear the laughter of one individual. Curtis. No word will ever be able to describe the true meaning of being his mother.
However, I do wish I could. So, I can share with the world the amazing world that he has created. My world was incomplete before him. I was unaware of this, but now I don't remember what it was like breathing without him.
How can I be mad at the world, when I have him to hold at night? When I have him to kiss during the day? When I have him to teach, to love, and to protect?
Motherhood is the purest form of love.
"The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new." ~Rajneesh
Until next time, Turas math dhut!
It's white, with one word, Motherhood. Inside it simply defines the word. Noun. - a female parent; a woman in authority; specifically : the superior of a religious community of women (2) : an old or elderly woman; maternal tenderness or affection.
After reading, is motherhood for you?
How can you describe something that is indescribable? Better yet, a word, that has an infinite amount of possibilities for a true definition.
My motherhood expressed in words.
Amazing. Beautiful. Chaotic. Draining. Entertaining. Forever. Gratifying. Heart Wrenching. Ironic. Joyous. Knowledgeable. Loyal. Mesmerizing. Never ending. Optional. Powerful. Quintessential. Rewarding. Spiritual. Tender. Unbelievable. Vigorous. Xenophobic. Yearning. and ZESTY!
But when I close my eyes and listen to my soul singing motherhood, I hear the laughter of one individual. Curtis. No word will ever be able to describe the true meaning of being his mother.
However, I do wish I could. So, I can share with the world the amazing world that he has created. My world was incomplete before him. I was unaware of this, but now I don't remember what it was like breathing without him.
How can I be mad at the world, when I have him to hold at night? When I have him to kiss during the day? When I have him to teach, to love, and to protect?
Motherhood is the purest form of love.
"The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new." ~Rajneesh
Until next time, Turas math dhut!
Monday, May 24, 2010
Just the beginning
Day 1.
The first day to many blogs. I hope.
I am a person who sets their mind to complete something. To have a yearning to want to become something great. I get side tracked.
I want to look back on my life and see that I did finish something meaningful. That I didn't stop and let is slowly disappear in the fog of my mind.
The one thing, without question, that I will complete is the unconditional love of raising my son. However, I want him ... and my other children ... to look back with their children and not only express their love to them by which they learned through me. But I want them to be able to physically show them something great I created. I have no degree nor a great home. Not financially sound. But I have a great heart and an honest mind. So, how can I put this to use now? Why not a daily blog?
I'm uncertain if I will stay committed. For I have started many task, just never finished. But (maybe just maybe) if I set this out as a daily task, as I do, brushing my teeth, taking a shower, and so forth. Then it could become routine. Right?
Routine ... mph? Sounds too boring. Therapeutic. Yes, therapeutic. A way to unwind at the end of the day. Or a refreshing start to the day. And when all else fails, something to do when I get board during NAP TIME!
I guess this is enough for now. Until next time, Turas math dhut!
The first day to many blogs. I hope.
I am a person who sets their mind to complete something. To have a yearning to want to become something great. I get side tracked.
I want to look back on my life and see that I did finish something meaningful. That I didn't stop and let is slowly disappear in the fog of my mind.
The one thing, without question, that I will complete is the unconditional love of raising my son. However, I want him ... and my other children ... to look back with their children and not only express their love to them by which they learned through me. But I want them to be able to physically show them something great I created. I have no degree nor a great home. Not financially sound. But I have a great heart and an honest mind. So, how can I put this to use now? Why not a daily blog?
I'm uncertain if I will stay committed. For I have started many task, just never finished. But (maybe just maybe) if I set this out as a daily task, as I do, brushing my teeth, taking a shower, and so forth. Then it could become routine. Right?
Routine ... mph? Sounds too boring. Therapeutic. Yes, therapeutic. A way to unwind at the end of the day. Or a refreshing start to the day. And when all else fails, something to do when I get board during NAP TIME!
I guess this is enough for now. Until next time, Turas math dhut!
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