Tuesday, November 06, 2012
Life is full of hard situations, which are like getting thrown into a pot of boiling hot water. With this, we can choose to react in one of three different ways. We can either be like a carrot, an egg, or a teabag.
The carrot seems strong and unchangeable at first, but when thrown in hot water, it becomes soft and weak. With adversity, it loses its strength and can be easily bent in any direction.
The egg starts out soft on the inside, but that soft heart hardens and cannot be changed afterward. The shell will look the same either way, but when broken the hardness will still be there.
The teabag is different than the carrot and the egg. Once it gets placed in hot water, it reveals flavor and fragrance to everything else in the pot. As situations get worse, the teabag continuously gets better and it changes the situation.
How do you handle adversity? Do you get soft like a carrot, hard like an egg, or strong like a teabag?
Adversity is smothering our home with the loss of our Dear One.
That tea cup is a perfect match to the one that my Uncle gave me during the years we went to church together. It was from a set he had given his mother that returned to him upon her passing. He was a bachelor due to years of health uncertainty. He could have given this set to any number of people in his life. He chose me. He saw past my iniquities to that diamond in the rough. He saw something in me that reminded him fondly of his mother.
All I see is the rough lately. I see poor mothering. I see insufficiency laden in every aspect of my existence.
All I see is my ugly.
I'm taking tea today, out of that precious cup.
Just as in this time of adversity I will drink from the well that never runs dry.
I chose to be a Tea Bag.
Friday, November 02, 2012
I was sorting through mountains of memories and hunting down any glimpse of my favourite uncle in our family photos and came across a long lost before photo.
You know how I LOVE those photos, but, what I truly love is introducing them to each other.
I've come a long way, Baby.
My Uncle (he is 'technically' my Uncle-in-law, but, he graduated from that by being the only man that knew how to treat a niece), he was available, supportive, fun, friendly and so very kind.
He wasn't mine by blood, but, choice and frankly that wins.
I miss him madly.
I'm trying be considerate of my husband SNOWANGELSSPOCK and be his support in this time of grieving. He was my husband's lifelong friend, cohort, and uncle.
He is still in denial.
We named our middle son after our Uncle. In our home that's a huge honour.
From the day I heard of his passing I've had three mac and cheese meals in his memory and 20 chocolate bars. We LOVED our chocolate bars.
When I realized I was scorfing memory foods I reminded myself of how the last time I saw my Uncle he told me I was looking so much healthier and happy.
He even said 'stunning'.
I'm pretty sure he wouldn't want me to back track on his memory's behalf.
I'm stopping this train of grief gluttony and hopping on healing.
Inside and out.
Monday, October 29, 2012
[Camped out on the love seat is my youngest. She's been keeping me up at night with her cough & cold...she finally crashed for some much needed rest. I have my music really loud and she slept right through it...I even dropped my hoop LOUDLY - by accident quite often and she still didn't wake up.]
Thursday, October 25, 2012
I did NOTHING productive today.
My hubby kept me company while I hooped the worries away. We just sat out and enjoyed the warmth and sunshine.
It was 23C (translates into Summer Weather) and since there was no rain or pending snow I seized the day.
It was like a dream.
You know when you think, "If this is my last day to walk this earth am I doin' something worthy of my last breaths?"
I think that most days and that my friends is why the laundry from Monday is still unsorted in the basket.
Life is too short.
Waaay too short to have regrets.
So, I have a list...kinda like a bucket list, but, more like a Last Breath List.
Sure I have a Bucket List. It's kinda sketchy, but, it plays out (in no particular order):
* A cruise with my husband. I am PETRIFIED of being on the water and not seeing land. My husband grew up taking many vacations a year and when he married me and we welcomed babies #1,2,3,4, and 5, vacations resembles more of an oasis than a reality. I would LOVE to get myself sorted out and take him on one while I can still rock a bikini.
or afford plastic surgery at 90 so that I can look 40. meh...he'll be blind by then (and so will I).
* Own a gallery/bookstore [Studio]. I'd feature local artisans and serve a lot of coffee. I'd love to have it as a place to give art lessons. nuff said.
* Have our own family band. I'm settling for our Five Star status on our Beatles Rock Band.
* Be certified...not to be confused with 'certifiable'...as a Hoop Instructor.
Anyway...there's more for the bucket list (like a TAN!), but, I just had a fabulous day.
My Last Breath List:
*My husband knows I love him.
*My children know they are loved.
I hooped for 6 hours after a 7k walk.
Then, I just sprawled out on the trampoline and watched the clouds roll by.
I felt like I was celebrating creation.
Friday, October 19, 2012
My glasses, the quote...hey, Peeps it means you influence me...take it as flattery.
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