Tag Archives: thank you

Thank You Mom

Standard

If I am strong, brave, resourceful,
If I know how to laugh with my whole heart,
if I know how to smile at a stranger
and speak to them until they are a friend,
If I know how to work hard in my home
and move with integrity in my world,
If I can speak my truth clearly and fearlessly,
If I can comfort those in need
and discover the solution
where others perceive problems,
If I can see the deeper meaning of all things
and love the essence of this universe,
it is because of you, Mom,
and everything that you taught me.
Thank you, a million times,
thank you.

Advertisements

Thank You Life

Standard

Dear Life,
Thank you for being so beautiful,
for always bringing me
exactly what I’ve needed.
Thank you for not giving me
everything I’ve always wanted.
With each passing year
I can see that some of the things
I wanted before
would have denied me
the experiences
that have brought me here,
and I love this moment.
Thank you, Life,
for all of the good things
that make up this reality,
the Teachers dressed up
as challenges and hardship,
(and the hardships were minimal
when I think of what others
have been through).
Thank you for the changes
of the weather, the seasons,
the world, the universe–
living in this mystery
and being the sole beneficiary
of so much beauty and abundance,
I’m left speechless,
except for two words–
THANK YOU.

NaPoWriMo Day 24: Thank You Life

Standard

Sigh. Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt seemed once again that it would be too involved for my tired brain.  I like the idea of a mix and match poem, finding some high fallutin’ words and putting them alongside common ones, but honestly I didn’t have the drive to seek out the big beautiful words and attempt to weave them into a poem. So I’m going rogue for a second day in a row and doing something that has nothing to do with the prompt.
************

Thank you life.
Thank you for the sun that shone today,
the spring breeze,
and the young leaves appearing
at the slender tips of the branches.
Thank you for the contrast of spring green
against the azure blue of the sky,
and the warmth of the air
calling the flowers into bloom.
Thank you for the picnic we shared
in the shade of a few pines
while many children and dogs and parents
played and shouted all around us.
Thank you for my children, my husband and my home.
Thank you for this comfy bed when day is done.
And thank you for the breath in my body
and for the chance to awaken
into a fresh new day of possibilities.
Amen.

A Mandala for a Change

Standard
Love:  The Beginning and the End of All Things

Love: The Beginning and the End of All Things

Following last night’s post, in which I expressed my determination to keep writing–in spite of the resistance from my husband and the words of caution from my mother in law–a dear fellow blogger named Lenora over at Soprano on a Limb took the time to compose a thoughtful response.

“Surely it doesn’t have to be all or nothing,” she said.  She offered lots of great ideas for varying the content of my posts so that I don’t have to spend a gut wrenching two to three hours every night laying it all out for the world to see.  I appreciated her suggestions; I had already been wondering if I shouldn’t sprinkle in some photos or quotes here and there, keep some posts really simple, terse, so that I could get back to the business of being wife and mother and in general being more present for my family.

A part of me feels great resistance as I think about cutting back on my writing time. I in fact really look forward to the time spent by myself, digging around for what I truly mean, discovering that there are so many different aspects to this self, uncovering what has been lost, buried in the shuffle of growing up.

But then there’s the reality of my husband feeling abandoned night after night, and the potential for this writing project to destroy our marriage if I don’t take more time to invest in our relationship.

I’m wanting to find balance so that I can be present to my family while also developing myself creatively.  Finding this balance might require a big departure from what I’ve been doing here the last fifty days.  I’d like to be open-minded and willing to try something different; it might refresh my vision and keep my creative juices flowing.   Tonight I decided to experiment by drawing a mandala instead of writing and writing and editing and writing and editing and writing and editing and writing ad nauseum.  I used to draw mandalas more frequently back in the carefree days before the young ‘uns came along; as I found a rhythm with my pens, I remembered how nice it feels to doodle. I remembered that there are so many ways to be creative, to let the energy of inspiration flow through me.  I remembered to breathe as I drew, and putting color upon the page of my journal became a meditation.

So here’s the mandala I made.  It’s a thank you to Lenora for taking the time to read, and to care enough to respond.  Thank you Lenora!

It’s my sincerest wish that every being on this planet find something every day that brings them joy.  May we all remember our gifts, and share those gifts with the world.  And may we all support each other in this process!  Sometimes it is so hard to believe in oneself, to have the courage to change and grow.  Let us hold each other up, may we share from our hearts, may we help with the intention to inspire, that we all may  realize who we really are.