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Nothing But Blue Skies

(a reminder for myself and anyone else who might need a kick in the butt today)

Life is hard. That’s a fact.

If you accept that life is difficult, get over your fear and get to work, then at least life can be rewarding and if you find a way to make life a little less difficult for others then life can be beautiful. Be thankful. Choose Joy!

What God Hath Promised
by Annie Johnson Flint

God hath not promised
Skies always blue,
Flower-strewn pathways
All our lives through.
God hath not promised
Sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow,
Peace without pain.

But God hath promised
Strength for the day,
Rest for the labor,
Light for the way,
Grace for the trials,
Help from above,
Unfailing sympathy,
Undying Love.

photo by MissQOKC somewhere over the French Alps

Hope for Spring

The Snowdrop - (unknown photographer?)

The Snowdrop, one of the first flowers of Spring, is a little bloom of Hope. Sometimes arriving before the snow has gone away, it whisperers to us that Spring will return just as is always does. Flip Flops and Flowers. Baseball and Easter Baskets. It will be here before you know it.

Everyone is weary of this harsh Winter with it’s Freezing Fog, Flash Freezing, Thunder Snow, Blizzards and Ice Storms. Enough already, I know..

…but be careful not to wish it away too soon. After all, you did get to play in snow and play board games around the fire. Hot chocolate with extra marshmallows. Runny noses and little mittens…it will be over soon enough.

Sledding with Zac around 1995

and you will miss those little mittens.  I promise you that.

Hope for Spring…but treasure the Winter.

The answer is 42

MissQOKC - Florence Italy

When I was 24 I assumed that by the time I turned 42 I would have at least some, if not all, of the answers. I don’t. Only more questions. I’ve spent a good portion of my life asking Life for answers, searching for meaning. Perhaps, the meaning of our lives is not a question we ask of God but an answer that we give to him.

Little MissQ

When I have finished my work, contacted all my contacts, updated all my updates, lurked around the blogosphere and tweeted everything in my little bird brain I close my laptop and when I do tiny magnets on the body and the display of my MacBook come together with a wonderfully satisfying,  but terribly quiet,  “click”.

While I am working I am not silent. The TV is on, I bang my coffee cup on the table beside me, I LOL, I get up to get a snack, I take two phone calls, and  there is the constant cliickty-click of the keyboard but when this almost inaudible magnetic  “click” occurs it is as if a deafening  alarm audible only to dogs has gone off. My beagle,  who has been snoring in his comfy chair across the room for the last three hours, leaps straight up into the air and lands on all fours. His reaction is so immediate it is almost as if he jumped before the “click”. He stares at me intently and the look on his face says, “Finally! What now!”

One small “click”.

When my children were babies I remember being this in tune to the small noises in the house. The quiet rustlings of a baby or the turn of a door knob could jolt me out of REM sleep in half a second. That goes away in time. You still pick up on little things your children do or say but you tune out a lot as well. This is a survival tactic because if you didn’t you would never make it through the teenage years.

Knowing that I have this ability, that we all do, but that it lies dormant waiting to be used, I wonder if I could be more in tune with the world around me. Could I learn to tune out the noise and listen for that little, tiny “click”.  The little signal the world gives you when things are about to change.

I think I will start thinking about developing this power.  But how…? Quiet the mind. Be attentive. Trust my Spidey Sense. Yes, that must be it. Trust my Spidey Sense.

Do you hear it? click.

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” Anais Nin

Dating in your 40’s is hard for a lot of reasons. For one thing, we already have our own life.  We don’t really need anyone to complete it so that makes sticking it out tough. At this point in our lives we already know which side of the bed we sleep on and where we want the thermostat. We still look good but we aren’t 19 anymore and even though our attractiveness may not be what it used to be we are pickier than ever when it comes to choosing a mate. Our list of what we will not put up with gets longer and longer.

On the other hand, it’s not like we didn’t learn anything from our past. We are usually more patient as we get older and we have a better sense of the big picture. We really start to feel our lives speeding up and we don’t want to waste any time or miss any chances. We are able to see the importance of relationships and we have much more to offer than we did a decade ago but if that’s the case then why are relationships still so hard? Why do act like 6th graders when it comes to dating, communication and breaking up? Fighting over facebook comments, breaking up by email, stomping our feet when we don’t get our way.  One of my friends tells me that, “Hurt people, hurt people” and I think that has a lot to with it because you don’t get to be in your 40’s and dating unless you’ve had your heart crushed a time or two, or three.

How do we know where the line is between overlooking our love’s faults and being a sucker again? What is our motivation to stay when it gets tough? How do we trust another to stay when it gets tough? and most importantly, how do we take our little broken heart and offer it to another without yanking it back the minute we get scared.

The first time my heart was broken I thought that I could literally not survive if it happened again. Now when my heart is broken, I know that in a very short time things will get better, isn’t that sad?

As in all things, I guess we just keep trying to do better. We hand over our hearts and we try to love even when they don’t deserve it and hope that they will return the favor.

“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are” Anais Nin

Nana Korobi Ya Oki!

Daruma Dolls Photo by Purple Cloud on Flickr

The Japanese Daruma Doll is modeled after Bodhidharma a Buddhist monk from India who was the father of Chinese and Japanese Zen Buddhism. They are weighted and the bottom so they right themselves like a weeble when tipped over as symbol of perseverance and are often associated with the phrase Nana korobi Ya oki, meaning “Seven times down, Eight times up”. Because they are used to set goals, it is appropriate to receive a Daruma doll any time you are starting a new venture but the most popular time to get one is during the Daruma ichi festival every January. When they are made the eyes are left white and it is customary to tell your Daruma Doll your wish and then color in one of the eyes. Leave the doll where you can see it and when your goal is reached fill in the other eye as a sign of thanksgiving.

Even if you are not convinced of the Daruma Doll’s luckiness this is still a good tool for setting resolutions. By telling your doll your wish you are associating the doll with your goal so you will have a daily reminder of what you would like to accomplish. This will have a positive influence on your behavior and remind you to visualize your dream coming true on a regular basis.

MissQ's Daruma Doll

I made my own little paper mache Daruma Doll who seems very happy to be winking at me from my dresser but they are inexpensive and easy to find on the internet if you would like a visual reminder that with perseverance you can accomplish your goals.

Saints and Sore Muscles

Saint Sebastian Patron Saint of Athletes

In 288 AD the Roman Emperor Diocletian ordered Saint Sebastian to be executed. He was tied up, shot with arrows, and left for dead. Miraculously, he survived  and cured a blind girl before being beaten to his death and thrown in a latrine. That is why he is known as the saint who was martyred twice.

Interestingly, he became one of the earliest gay icons.  Perhaps this is because the 32 year old soldier is usually depicted in a  shirtless, erotic, pierced by arrows kind of way.

Sebastian by Giovanni Antonio Bazzi

He is the patron saint of athletes and this week a lot of people will renew their fitness routines.We will push our Christmas cookie stuffed booties back out in the cold and around the block. After a fabulous New years Eve,  we will force our dehydrated bodies back in the gym and shock our well rested abs  with a vigorous work out and as we head back to the office in the morning our muscles may feel like they too have been pierced with arrows.

In Rome, along the old Appian Way, there is a Shrine to Saint Sebastian in  the Basilica San Sebastiano Fuori le Mura (Saint Sebastian outside the walls) featuring one of the most beautiful depictions of the saint. This masterpiece was sculpted by  Antonio Giorgetti a student of Bernini.

Saint Sebastian's shrine photo by Lawrence Lew

Detail of Saint Sebastian photo by Lawrence Lew

These photos were taken by Lawrence Lew who has the most wonderful collection of photos on Flickr.

Hope your muscles start to feel better. Try two Advil and an Our Father.

Saint Seabastian’s Feast Day is Jan 20th.

I’m working on it!

Sometimes, I am not as gentle as I would like to be with the ones I love. I tend to be a quiet person and this might be misunderstood as not having anything to say. Those who know me well will verify that is not the case. I think one of the reasons that I keep my mouth shut is that if I don’t censor myself I could blurt out something harsh. Before I speak I try to understand how other people feel and I try to think about how I might say what is on my mind in a way that will be well received, because if I say something in a way that causes the other person to feel hurt, angry, defensive or to misunderstand my meaning or intention then there was no point in saying it at all. Usually, I am pretty good at this. Other times I fail miserably. Lately, I fail a lot.

St Francis de Sales, The Gentleman Saint, was known for his exceptional warmth and gentle nature. He was kind to the poor, loved by children and  an example of patience and gentle love and guidance. Pope Paul VI said of him, “ His method and his manner of acting are for us a vivid light and an example to be imitated. In him the highest sanctity was united to the greatest affability and good will. Free of all aggressiveness in discussion, he loved those who had gone astray, while he corrected their errors. For his diversity was not a version: he approached light with another light. Persistent in love, prayer, and the concern to enlighten, he knew how to wait a long time. He knew how to lead gradually to the fullness of truth those who had wandered from it, from that truth from which one can not wander and which no one has the power to diminish.”

There is certainly a lot to love and admire about his life but perhaps what is most inspiring is that he was not born with this sweet, gentle manner. As a child he had a longing for God and a desire to serve God but he also had a fiery temperament and was easily angered. It took him many years to control this and he struggled with his temper even after he became a Bishop. Saint Francis de Sales did not behave in a saintly manner because it was his nature, he behaved in a saintly manner because  of his strong desire to please God and to love people.  He behaved in a Saintly manner because he chose to and he worked at it every day.

I am encouraged by St Francis as I write my New Years resolutions. Some are new and some have been on the list for as long as I can remember. New Years Eve is my favorite holiday. Some years I have partied until morning and others I have settled in with a bowl of Spicy Black Eyed Pea Soup and watched the ball drop on television but my favorite New Years nights have been spent snuggled in a blanket on my back patio looking up at the stars and reminding myself of all that I have to be thankful for, of all that I have done and all that I would like to be. It is important to our happiness and our development to spend some time daily, weekly, yearly, reflecting on these things.

We must forgive ourselves for our weaknesses. After all, even men who have led lives so driven by faith that they were officially declared to be saints had imperfections, shortcomings and doubts. So, we shouldn’t be so hard on ourselves and we shouldn’t ever give up hope that in the end our life will be an example of great faith. Or at least an example of someone who kept trying.

I will try to have patience with myself and with others. I will try to be understanding and gentle with myself and with others when we let our flaws bubble up to the surface. We are all just good people who are still working on it.

We are all saints in training.

by MissQOKC, On The Appian Way, Rome

“Have patience with all things, but chiefly have patience with yourself. Do not lose courage in considering your own imperfections, but instantly set about remedying them — every day begin the task anew -” St Francis de Sales

St Francis de Sales is the patron saint of confessors, writers and journalists.

His feast day is January 24th.

For Jon on his 21st birthday who is not happy with me at the moment because I chose not to help him celebrate his birthday by paying for a limo. I hope your birthday is happy and safe. Remember that I love you more than anything even when we don’t agree. Where do you think you got all that stubbornness?

HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY!

Birthdays are a celebration of life.

Every day of life is a gift.

Each and every day of life is a gracious gift from God. Choose to be thankful and joyful regardless of the circumstances.

Joy comes from within.

Milestone Birthdays mark the chapters of our lives like stepping stones along a path. This milestone marks the importance of where you are at this very moment. So, take a moment to celebrate this day, this moment in your life.

This is the perfect time to look back and see where you have been. Embrace the happiness and good fortune as well as the hardships and grief and be thankful for all of it because it has made you the person you are today and it has given you everything you need to take the next step.

Think for a moment about that next step.

Will your path be straight? Will your journey go as planned?
Of course not! So, plan your trip well and reassess often.

Birthdays are our own personal New Years Eve, a perfect time to celebrate and a perfect time for reflection and resolution.

On your birthday give some thought to what you want for yourself. Dream about what you want to have, what you want to do, where you want to go and who you want to be.

What will you do to make those dreams come true? What will you have to give up? What is the first step? Begin today as a gift to yourself.

Make birthday wishes and plans!

Give yourself the gift of a healthier Body, Mind, Heart and Soul

And MOST IMPORTANTLY…

Always remember that you are loved and that you are not alone in celebrating this special day, the day we celebrate YOU!!

Red Prime Bond Girl

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when I eat @redprimesteak I think about being a Bond girl crawling under and back flipping over the laser-like red lights. is that just me?

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