To Your Becoming
Where your treasure is…
Living with intention. Living in the present. Your authentic life. Living your best life. Thanks mostly to Oprah, these phrases have become a central part of our culture. I admit, though, that these phrases just all seemed kind of abstract to me, not sure how to really apply them in a way that could actually change my life.
Saving Instead
Money. I think it really all changed for me when the paycheck stopped being directly deposited. No more magical appearance of funds into my checking account twice a month. I say ‘magical’ – it wasn’t like I didn’t work for the money that appeared, but it was abstract. I would go to my sales job, have my conversations, review and prepare, put in the effort, and money would be deposited every other week into my account. It is the upside to having a salaried job. Then the transition to running my small business full time. That is really when everything changed. Continue reading
Fleeting
This Life
This Life.
This hour
This breath
This space between lungs + sky + sun.
Open for the
masses.
There for the seeking,
the asking,
the searching.
And whosoever chooses
to come up from the water.
To open their eyes
And live.
The 4-H Fair and a Series of Fortunate Events
Aah, the 4-H fair. If you’ve been to one as a spectator, as a fried-food connoisseur, or as a ride-goer, then the fair is always something to look forward to, something that is pure childlike fun. If you are a 4-H’er, then you know this time of year as something a little different. It’s the time when your work of the past few months culminates into one day. It can be a tough week. But to say it’s just a tough week would be drastically selling it short. I would personally call this week, more than that…I would call it…magical.
On Enough
The cream almost empty, but the jiggling of the carton proves enough for morning coffee.
The broken shoelace, but if removed from one eyelet, enough to tie for a run before buying new.
The market flowers lovely, but the wild ones by the side of the road fill my pitcher.
The tiny hole in the toiletry bag, with a quick whipstitch is made whole again.
Made whole again.
This of mine I give to you.
It opens the space for more.
There is enough for both.
The blanket cannot stretch over the whole bed.
But if you come closer, it can easily cover us both.
And there is enough.
