Friday, February 14, 2014

love is love is love

Just sitting here thinking of the hundreds of Valentines I've piled up in my lucky lifetime. Some spoken, some written, others just a thought that counted. There have been the chocolate-dipped, long-stemmed, bubbly, lacy Valentines and even one that came in a tiny velvet box. Some of the dearest of the dear were handmade of construction paper, doilies and pipe cleaners. Others were a hug, a hand to hold or just a song on the radio. I tell the kids: love is nearly impossible to define, but you sure do know it when you feel it. Wishing you love today in all its many shapes and forms.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

handshake or kiss?

Dip a toe in or a to-heck-with-my-hair-and-how-i-look-in-a-bathing-suit plunge into the ocean waves? There comes a time when we all must make such choices. Because life happens on the other side of holding back and holding in your stomach. It can be scary, daunting, exhilarating, unnerving. And the results may not be what you hoped for, so there could be embarrassment and disappointment. I've put myself out there a time or ten when things didn't pan out. But all of that pales in comparison to the best job I ever got, the writing that was published, the friends made and, yes, even the person I called to say I enjoyed meeting who asked me to marry him a month later. Handshake or kiss? What a great Valentine question. Definitely go with the kiss.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Saturday post

Hello February Saturday. Hello morning workshop on discernment. Hello Valentine shopping in the afternoon. Why hello art exhibit at five o'clock, then birthday dinner for dear friend. So glad all of you are here.

Monday, February 3, 2014

wholeness: a love story

If you want to know if you are, in fact, loving yourself at all, ask yourself if you have ever cultivated something you like to do - like crocheting or gardening or painting or golfing or music. Ever. And if you haven't, why haven't you? Listen carefully for the answer. It is the key to being a whole person; it is the key to a whole other life. - Joan Chittister

Continuing the love theme that seems to be developing here in February, this quote absolutely grabbed me and won't let go. A sure sign it's something worth exploring. There has to be a correlation in my own life with all of the projects dreamed of and even begun, but not followed through. Gorgeous yarn selected, stitches cast on, paints mixed, canvasses primed, potting soil and terra cotta pots piled in the shed, fabulous fabric folded away, photographs dormant in the camera, even the outline of an unwritten book. All things that would bring such wholeness, but that I am resistant to fully creating. A major metaphor is bubbling up for me around this. Figuring it out may be my most important project yet.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

faith fruit

"By contrast, the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. There is no law against such things."  Galatians 5:22-24
From the grapefruit tree that grew in the front yard when I was a little girl, to the U-Pick-'Em strawberry fields we visit around Mother's Day, to the heavenly aura of a North Carolina apple orchard, fruit has always been near and dear to me. So when somebody recently explained the fruit of the spirit and I was ripe to hear it, I was filled with wonderful food for thought and a new way to orient myself to life. Written about in one of Paul's phenomenal letters, these are the things that flow from being connected with God: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. When said 'fruit' hangs low on the tree and the picking is easy, it's a sure sign you're on the right path. You'll know by the juice trickling down your chin, the perfume there among the blossoms and in the pie that comes of it, a blessing meant to be shared.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

i (heart) February

After a week of icy, salted roads it seemed like everyone else in town had the same idea going to the carwash today. I had forgotten all about it being February first until I saw this little darling waiting there with her mom. An early Valentine.