I've kept my collages pretty close to my chest, sharing only with my small, safe inner circle. But slowly but surely I am venturing out. I recently created a grid of them to display in our living room, and they make me ridiculously happy every day to see them on the wall. I enjoy seeing what resonates for people, how some see the pictures and others grab onto the words. Some pages make folks laugh and others reach deeper.
A Circle of Quiet
...because beauty matters
Wednesday, March 13, 2024
Four Years Later
I've kept my collages pretty close to my chest, sharing only with my small, safe inner circle. But slowly but surely I am venturing out. I recently created a grid of them to display in our living room, and they make me ridiculously happy every day to see them on the wall. I enjoy seeing what resonates for people, how some see the pictures and others grab onto the words. Some pages make folks laugh and others reach deeper.
Tuesday, March 09, 2021
Bruised and broken
We got away to Chico in December. It’s an annual tradition to celebrate John’s birthday and have an extended weekend to enjoy Chico State basketball. We knew there would be no basketball this year (merci, COVID-19), but little did we know what was ahead. We headed out to play pickle ball first thing Friday morning, and five minutes into our warm-ups I tripped and fell on my right wrist, breaking a bone for the first time in my life. I instantly felt myself going into this weird clear-thinking mode: No, we don’t need urgent care, we need the hospital. This is broken. How did I know? When our daughter Claire was seven, she broke her tibia and fibula. She announced to John that her leg felt “jellyish.” That is precisely how my wrist felt.
No extra persons are allowed in the E.R., so I sat alone in serious pain. When they called me back and asked what my pain level was, I answered, “More than labor, less than a kidney stone.” Pretty bad then, eh? Yep. Pretty bad.
X-rays revealed that it was broken in two places, and they had the option of surgery to set it or they could yank it back into place. As someone with an astronomical deductible, and who was once rolled into a CAT scan for a kidney stone and ended up paying $5,000 out of pocket, I was bizarrely practical and said, “Yank it.”
Sunday, October 25, 2020
COVID Strategy: Shizzazz
Thursday, October 15, 2020
Clear:2020
My word for 2020 is CLEAR. It seems a bit ironic now, but I am confident it was the right word.
At the end of 2019 I had zero idea of what 2020's word would be. I was sitting in the car one day in December, wondering what to choose, when...and I kid you not...I literally HEARD, "The word for the year is CLEAR." I am not a "I heard the voice of God" person, I don't use language like "I was led" or "I was told." Not saying that is good, just saying that is me. And I am very serious when I tell you I heard a voice tell me the word was CLEAR. I was a little shaken, but I went with it. Not really any choice in the matter at that point, right?
And now it is October and 2020 has been a wild ride. Or is that too much of an understatement? It seems that murky would have been a great word. Chaos. How about Confusion? Or dissention? Cacophony?
Why Clear?
Maybe I needed to remember that some things are not conditional. Even in the midst of all the nonsense, maybe there can be clarity. 20-20 vision lets us really see things, see people, see circumstances for what they really are. This is not an easy pursuit, but it is a good one.
When I scribbled out all the ways I can live out the word CLEAR, I came up with:
- CLEAR hillsides (we live in fire danger territory)
- CLEAR thinking, especially about my physical health. My personal work for almost three years has been to get rigorously honest about my food choices, motivation, exercise. I allowed the pandemic to push me back. No more! Honesty requires clear thinking. That's my pursuit.
- CLEAR vision, especially for retirement. Pandemic education has made both of us think about when my husband can retire from public school teaching. Turns out he can at the end of 2023. That Is Soon. Clear vision needed.
- CLEAR focus: relationships that matter, projects that keep me moving in the right direction, new creative pursuits that keep my inner fire burning.
Even though in many ways this is a red shirt year for our plans, I am beginning to understand the reason for CLEAR:2020. With the skies of California filled with smoke, with the news making me weep or cuss or want to kick something, with anxiety rising and hard decisions being made, I want to see clearly, think clearly, choose clearly. The world is not going to stop jolting around to give me time to get my head screwed on straight; I have to find a way to tighten the screws even as I am on the wild ride of 2020. That much is clear.
Grateful, even for this.
Wednesday, January 31, 2018
Mama and Claire
Wednesday, January 24, 2018
Confessions of a hover mother
Bren's athletic scholarship covers tuition and fees at this point, so he is in need of housing/food/personal expense funding. His generous Nana set up a college account for each of her grandchildren, and that is helping. But it will not last long at this rate. The athletic scholarship could change, but we have to look at financial plans based on what is and not what could be. One of the ways he can get additional funding is through the school's general scholarship application, open for applying starting in January. He and I had one of those, "UH OH" conversations last weekend, thinking that it was the scholarship deadline. He could have done his writing and submitted his portion, but there are letters of recommendation required. Was it too late to ask for letters? Brennan thought it was.
Saturday, January 13, 2018
Courage:2018
For the last few years, I have chosen a word to focus on. 2015's word was mercy, 2017's was hope, and no one remembers if 2016 even had a word. It was kind of a tough year.
2018's word is COURAGE.
I have realized more and more over the last year how many things frighten me. That is hard for me to admit, but there you have it. I was a very fearful child. Afraid of the dark. Afraid of being alone. Afraid of roller coasters, snakes...you name it. I thought that was not true of me anymore, but I think what is more accurate is that I had stopped doing things that frighten me. I had started playing life safe.
Another realization I have had is that fear is the driving force behind my battle with procrastination. It is so much easier to not do something if it scares me. But the sad fact is that as I put off things that scare me, those fears sit in the back of my mind for much longer than they need to. If I can face my fears instead of putting them off, I anticipate it making a huge difference in my state of mind and my productivity.
So 2018 is the year of courage, the year of doing scary things. I have made a chart and each and every day I am going to write down the scary thing I have done. It is only January 13th, but I am already seeing a change in my way of thinking about what frightens me. I am searching for the scary things so I can do them and be excited to have faced the fear beast.
Bring it on!
Just three days into the new year, I was looking at Instagram, and this post from Evy's Tree showed up on my feed. Right there, in fabulously bright green, was my motto for the year. It's good to know others are out there, facing fears in their businesses, with their families, in their ministries.
#doscarythings
It's going to be a great year.
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