Paralleling – From foggy haze to sun peaking through the clouds

As the darkness of the night lifted to the day, a dusty fog blanketed everything.

I was still feeling confused about what was happening with me. Where had my calm and positive confidence gone?

At the new bagel shop in town, everything was buzzing with energy and life.

As I read my inspirational books and sat down with my journal, my feelings started to flow onto the page, jump started by my reading. One idea after another reminding me of what I have let escape from my days – I had abandoned my quiet time, the time I need for grounding. I had let the grand invitation of the busy-ness of life lure me from what I know keeps me balanced and feeling vibrantly alive.

As I ran down the street, the yellow leaves from the tree on the corner were falling like rain.

I, too, am moving into a new season, a fresh start. My mind is focusing. I am buoyed by memories of how tough I can be (hey, I ran a marathon! I battled the beast of cancer!).

Running down the hill past the entrance to the golf course, I saw 3 gorgeous creamy mushrooms shooting up from the middle of a patch of grass.

My legs were strong. I felt tall. I, too, was reaching for the sky.

On the path through the golf course, I came within feet of a red-tailed hawk sitting on the limb of a tree. Regal. Self-assured. Looking right at me. Not really shaken by my “Hey, there!” – just invited to move on and fly in her own direction, north over the pond.

I was soaring, some kind of high coming over me. Clarity: I am good enough. No, I am amazing. I don’t have to be anybody else. Just me, moving in the direction of my dreams.

As I rounded the final turn of my run, the haze gave way to the sun, peaking through clouds.

I began to see the sketches of my dreams shine through the haze. All the pushing lately and the knocking against something has finally given way. Breaking free, with light. 

courtesy of galleryhip.com

courtesy of galleryhip.com

Give & Take

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Ever feel like life is moving you, rather than you moving your life? That’s been my past week. A lot of life taking and me giving. This week I’m determined to move the equation in the right direction. While balance is not my goal, incorporating more of what I want is. For example, I don’t have time today for my usual 4-mile ‘run around the block’. Instead of just skipping the run to give my time to the work that needs to get done, I took some of the time and went for a quick 1 mile run. I’m guessing that little bit of take will actually end up enabling me to give a lot more. I’m invigorated by having been outside on this sunny fall day and encouraging my body to wake up and move.

Walk Slowly

Vicki Flaherty:

I love this poem…and the lovely reminder to slow down…thanks, Carol, for your wonderful poetic and artistic posts!

Originally posted on Radiating Blossom ~ Flowers & Words:

It only takes a reminder to breathe,
a moment to be still, and just like that,
something in me settles, softens,
makes space for imperfection.

The harsh voice of judgment drops to a whisper
and I remember again that life isn’t a relay race;
that we will all cross the finish line;
that waking up to life is what
we were born for.

As many times as I forget, catch myself charging forward
without even knowing where I’m going,
that many times I can make the choice
to stop, to breathe, and be, and walk
slowly into the mystery.

~~ Donna Faulds ~~

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Hush, David Kanigan’s Light

Today I am reblogging a delicious post Hush over at David Kanigan’s Live and Learn blog that touched me this morning. I am grateful today for David Kanigan and the inspiration and joy he brings to me through his sharing. Thanks, David. I admire the consistency with which you touch my heart, make me laugh, cause me to pause and think.

Charlie Imagenes of Model: Leila Amat Ortega via Your Eyes Blaze Out

Charlie Imagenes of Model: Leila Amat Ortega via Your Eyes Blaze Out

Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn?
Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends?
Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer
to a question you’ve been asked,
or the hush of a country road at night,
or the expectant pause of a room full of people
when someone is just about to speak, or,
most beautiful of all,
the moment after the door closes and
you’re alone in the whole house?
Each one is different, you know,
and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.

~ Norton Juster


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I’s, T’s, and W’s

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Early blossoming

???????????????????????????????Today’s gratitude: the beautiful pink blossoms on my 15 year old Christmas cactus plan. The flowers are so incredible. I smile when I look at this plant, remembering how my niece Jillian, when she was about 3, just couldn’t help herself and had to pluck off the flowers to admire them.

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Grandpa Garber

Me and Grandpa in the flower fields of Lompoc, CA

Me and Grandpa in the flower fields of Lompoc, CA

I’ve been thinking about my Grandpa Garber recently (See Seeker of Love and Revealer of Truth and Mom & The Misadventures of Marjory). He believed in fun and always brought about smiles and laughter, telling jokes and short-sheeting beds. He encouraged our talents – my writing and Mike’s artwork and good grades got $2 bills. He believed in special things – like big red convertibles, big pots of edible flowers, a smorgasbord for dinner. I remember searching for quarters in his house as he and my mom did their research and getting to pick a special gift at the big toy store in Stockton.  When we moved away, I remember the delight of getting a card in the mail from him, always hand-typed and full of delightful ideas. Thank you, Grandpa, for the love, light and laughter your brought into my life – it lives on.

Grandpa playing with Mike & me

Grandpa playing with Mike & me

Grandpa ensuring we smile for the camera

Grandpa ensuring we smile for the camera

Mom & The Misadventures of Marjory

MoMcMy mom is still at it! She’s just published another book: The Misadventures of Marjory. It’s actually a reprint of a book written by James Ball Naylor, an Ohio author that my mother wrote a biography about in 2011 (The Final Test) – the original was Naylor’s last novel and written in 1908. Mom’s latest book is the fourth in a tribute series of books she’s published of Naylor’s works (others include Vintage Verse, Ralph Marlowe, and A Literary Playground).

Today she is in Ohio promoting the book and gifting much of her Naylor research collection to Marietta College. My Grandpa Garber would be so proud! He was the inspiration for Mom’s Naylor work. (He was an inspiration for everyone in my family – he saw possibilities in all of us and encouraged each of us in special ways along the path of great opportunities.) I love you, Mom and Grandpa.

Note that my amazing niece Jillian created the artwork for the cover of this book.

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