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Showing posts with label How do I Feel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label How do I Feel. Show all posts

“Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store.
What if Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!”
-Dr Seuss  



Christmas is most definitely my least favorite holiday.
And I believe I can explain this with a few short words.
unfulfilled expectations
commercialism,
disappointment


No matter how hard I try to change my mindset on Christmas...discontent rears its ugly head.

When ones love language is so NOT 'gift giving' , Christmas  becomes a little dreadful and a burden. When ones love language is 'spending quality time" or 'acts of service', then you can see that Christmas hasn't gone  well for me, (or my family) for many years.

My dream Christmas, since my family began, is to bag the gifts and go away, board a plane, or pack into cars, and spend the time and money making memories that will last forever.  (who remembers what they got for Christmas last year?) To not be buying gifts that will soon be forgotten, or that leave the recipient feeling less than satisfied...or wanting something different, or feeling that's its a lame gift, or that someones elses gift is better...and on and on... Its all nonsense and weighs heavily on my heart when I go to bed after the brouhaha of Christmas.
My simple solution:
Maybe next year will be the year my 'fantasy Christmas' will materialize.
Plane tickets for all instead of socks
Beach house instead of jewelry
Service instead of gift cards
Memories instead of electronics
No regrets or unfulfilled expectation, only joy and great memories.

PS- my kids are GREAT! This is not their problem or their fault. I was born this way.  MyBuilder is the bonified spirit of Christmas in our house. I would have thrown up my hands in defeat years ago if it weren't for him. Bless him!!
I am out for a bargain; the object should be
desirable from the standpoint of its social
value, and at the same time should want me,
considering my overt and hidden assets and 
potentialities.  Two persons thus fall in love
when they feel they have found the best 
objects available on the market, considering
the limitations of their own exchange values.
Often, as in buying real estate, the hidden
potentialities which can be developed play
a considerable role in this bargain.
from: The Art of Loving
by: Erik Fromm

Many of we  Stephensons have been talking a lot about marriage around here.  We  belong to a spectacular family and extended family.  And we have marriages…as our darling nieces and nephews  find loved ones.  Marriages are joyous occasions and a cause for reflection.  Last weekend dear Mikele and Seth were sealed….for time and all eternity.  It’s a beautiful thing…for I do believe that when we bring God into this ‘contract’ we  broaden our chances to have an enduring marriage…we see that  our purposes are higher than  just outward appearances. 
Do we realize how unique we Mormons are?  Very few  religions teach the truth or even believe that marriages can be eternal.  So few teach that that is what God intends for us….for our families to be eternal.  We aim for the eternities!!  At the risk of sounding over the top…we aim for thrones, principalities and powers in eternal worlds.  I think most folks do believe that we are all made in the image of God who is eternal…so why not us!!??
But I stray from the subject at hand.  Pondering marriage.  Theories abound about what makes a good marriage and what qualities are required for the best mate.    My thoughts are always drawn back to the idea of  arranged marriages.  I realize that this is  a strange platform to begin with  …for it seems such a foreign concept this day and age.  But the ‘ancient’ practice  gets one to thinking about what it is that makes a marriage successful.  What are the elements of a good marriage?  (please note—this post if for ME!!  I have much to improve on)

We all want happiness. 
I have learned that it is NOT my spouses responsibility to bring me happiness.  I am in charge of my own happiness.  And the only way to find real happiness is to serve one another.  Service in marriage should be easy!! There are so many diverse ways!!  When we serve Love grows.  We must always be on guard for our acts of  selfishness.  Arranged or not…we can always serve. ..and love will grow.
Did you know that  one can literally become addicted to the state of unhappiness……..or to happiness. 
Did you know that our thoughts are real, tangible objects, not just fluffy, ethereal stuff?  Here’s what I  have come to understand.  A Dr Pert did some studies, and found that every thought you have has an unique neuropeptide associated with it, and your body, in turn, produces that unique  neuropeptide every time you experience  that particular thought, and the emotion associated with it. A neuropeptide  is a simple, protein based amino acid and is produced by your hypothalamus,  the “control center”  at the base of our brain.  So every time we have a thought, our hypothalamus ‘translates’ that thought into billions of neuropeptides that are uniquely associated with the emotion you are experiencing because of that thought.  And then our bloodstream is flooded with billions of the unique neuropeptides  associated with the emotion you have just been experiencing.  My thought, translated into a neuropeptide, literally becomes a molecular messenger of emotion.  When in my bloodstream, these neuropeptides are physically  assimilated by your body’s cells. The neuropeptides join  with your cells by inserting themselves into a special receptacle on each cell’s membrane- like a key fitting into a keyhole.  Each neuropeptide receptacle on a cell’s membrane is specifically designed to fit just that one particular peptide and no other. So once that peptide finds the right receptacle on the cell membrane, that amino acid is absorbed into the cell. 
Over time, this Dr Pert found that our cells develop more and more unique receptacles on their membranes to capture the neuropeptides to which they are most often exposed.  Dr Pert also found that over time, our cells begin to crave the neuropeptides to which they are most often exposed (and have built the unique receptacles to receive.)  In fact, she found that our cells become so accustomed to the unique peptides to which they are most often exposed that the cells cover their membranes with nothing but those receptacles for those neuropeptides!! Which in turn actually shut down other vital functions, and our cells become  nothing but vessels to ingest the unique peptide they most often experience.   This means that our cells start ‘telling’ our hypothalamus to produce these particular  neuropeptides because they have developed an actual physical need for them.  Many, many times I have become addicted to Pepsi; to the point of breaking the Sabbath to obtain one.  This is how these cells feel towards their neuropeptides!!  Its daunting to think now with this information, that the only way our hypothalamus can produce the peptides that my cells are now physically addicted to is for me to experience the emotions that will create them!! And the only way my brain can experience the emotions necessary to create those neuropeptides is for it to see and experience a physical reality that will create for those emotions.  If I have felt sad these last several years….my cells are now essentially dictating to me what Im experiencing is indeed sad, because they are controlling my emotional state. My body may actually be physically addicted to this emotional state…even though I know these emotions are painful for me.
Here’s to building new peptides and receptacles!! And  Im guessing service builds amazing, new neuropeptides too!!


Next there is loyalty in marriage.
Loyalty means to be faithful and true. It means  fidelity in all we do.  A marriage before God calls us to be both loyal and true.  The world would have us not worry about  such things.  Being virtuous and responsible for our actions is not encouraged. 
We should be the best we can be. To ourselves and to our love. May I quote here: “ We are spinning our own fates, good or evil, and it’s never to be undone.  Every small stroke of virtue or of vice leaves its never-so-little scar.   The drunken Rip Van Winkle, in Jefferson’s play, excuses himself for every fresh  misdeed by saying, ‘I won’t count this time.’  “  A psychologist has this to say about  our justifying our actions especially those actions of least resistance, and us believing it doesn’t  really count-  “You may not count it, and a kind Heaven may not count it; but it is being counted nonetheless.  Down among our nerve cells and fibers the molecules are counting it, registering  and storing it up to be used against him when the next temptation comes.  (our physical bodies are such a wonder!!) Nothing we ever do is, in strict scientific literalness, wiped out.  Of course, this has its good side as well as its bad one.  As we come permanent drunkards-as in Rip's case, by so many separate drinks,(acts of omission in case of marriage)  we become saints(do-gooders) in the moral sphere, and authorities and experts in the practical and scientific spheres, by so many separate acts and hours of work (good deeds).  Let no youth have any anxiety about the upshot of his education (or marriage) whatever it may be.  If he keeps faithfully busy each hour of the day, he may safely leave the final result to itself.  He can with perfect certainty count on waking up some fine morning, to find himself one of the competent ones of his generation, in whatever pursuit he may have singled out. ( a good marriage)  Silently, between all the details of his business (marriage) the power of judging in all that class of matter will have built itself up within  him a possession that will never pass away.  Young people should know this truth in advance. The ignorance of it has probably engendered more discouragement and faint-heartedness in youth embarking on arduous endeavors than all other causes put together. (Psychology  William James Henry Holt 18920
My dumbed down version:  Marriage is work.  Put in the time and  effort…lots of effort…and you will wake up many a morning and be ever so grateful for and more in love with the one you love. It will be worth it.  It will bring much joy and satisfaction.  Send good and positive vibes down to those very molecules that make beautiful you!! Be loyal to thyself and to the one you love.  If your marriage was arranged…you worked at it every day!! There was no other option!! The same applies today!!


Next helpful tip:  Continue the wooing!
Just because there’s a ring and a sealing doesn’t mean the fun can end.  Wooing should never cease.  Have fun together. Keeping dating.   Remember kind words,  and  appreciation expressed often, and  courteous acts mean so much.  It is always about the small things.  Love feeds on kindnesses and courtesy.
 And you ladies remember- Dr Laura is oh so wise when she counsels us to LOVE them, intimately,  feed them and tell them how great they are.  It is that simple!!

Next is practicing self-control.
My mother and your mother taught you  that ‘if you don’t have anything good to say, then don’t say anything at all!’  Biting ones tongue becomes a fine art…if practiced!!  If we refrain from saying hurtful words..we gain much happiness in our marriages.

 
So in the end what is it that this old lady wants you to know? 
-we overthink
-we underthink
-have faith
-we  need to practice the Golden Rule
-we are responsible for our own happiness…even in marriage. 
-when we serve…love grows….and grows…and grows.
-work at it!
-find out what your lovers Love Language is. Then shower it upon them!!
-be true to yourself
-remember, God is there to help 
-take  Hollywood and the world out of marriage mores.  Bring God in.

-Glory in the wonder of it all!!
Water is pure after flowing over 21 stones.
-proverb
(My talk for my mothers funeral)


Our dearest mom, wife, grandmother, great-grandmother is no longer pounding her forehead wishing for a brain transplant.  She is new, she is reborn.  She is sharp, smart, alert and better than ever now.  We are so grateful for this knowledge that all is not lost…just added upon.
Those of you in this room knew my mom well…for you are here..to pay honor to her and to my dear dad.   You loved her…and undoubtedly you admired her.  You have  probably wished, as I have, that you could be more like her.  Not many people we know were as truly selfless as she.  She did not care one wit for the things of this world.  She had beautiful homes and they were filled with beautiful things that over a liftetime had been gathered from all around the world…but those “things” weren’t important to her.  She loved the history behind them..the stories they held….but her joy in them came souly from sharing the stories about them with anyone interested. Mom was a most humble servant of  God. Serving God and her fellow man was where she found her peace and contentment.    
All of us learned what true religion  is by her quiet example. For true religion is nothing more than love. …unconditional love…utterly selfless love; a love that seeks no reciprocation, and  no thought of reward.  Her love impelled her to action…all of her life.  That is the love God expects us to hone and develop.  Pres. Eyring said it perfectly-  “God loves his children.  They have great needs.  Everything belongs to God, so there is not much you can give HIM, after you have given him a repentant heart.  But you can give kindness to His children.  If you were my earthly friend, you would win my heart by being kind to my children.  God loves His children more than any earthly parent, so think what your kindness to His children means to God.”
In the obit I mentioned that her middle name should have been “volunteer” and that  her mantra in life was…”how can I help.”  Whether it was across the fence with a neighbor or across the world in Russia…she took EVERY opportunity to help someone- somehow.  Im not exaggerating when I estimate that  she knitted or crocheted literally 1000’s of hats and scarfs, blankets and sweaters for  the needy. Her needles were always clicking away…and Joe and I were duty bound to find homes for the bags and bags of beautiful warm results.   She was resourceful and persistent in finding places for them to go. Mexico, Africa, Russia and who knows where else  these little hats can now be found. And of course there are a dozens to be found on our own shelves and on the heads of grands and great grands too.  And we mustn’t forget our beloved pumpkin hats. There is no possible way to calculate the countless hours of volunteering she has done throughout the world and in the communities she lived in. From the red cross to emergency preparedness with emphasis on Earthquake preparedness to using her nursing skills, standing on sidelines cheering folks on and I could go on and on and on…she just wanted to help.

Mom LOVEd to learn!  Nursing was a love and she graduated   with honors from the UofU…and she was filled with awe as she watched the practice of nursing change thruout the years. Watching the world change filled her with  wonder, especially the technology aspect.   Education was important to her and to my dad…and I  think we’ll never really know how many young people my folks have helped along the way to a better education.  I have found Letters of gratitude  tucked away all over the house.
Mom was always learning. My earliest recollections of this was, when we were little and living in DC , mom volunteered to be a docent at the National Zoo.  She came home with THICK note books…not one, but many notebooks full of amazing information about the animals at the zoo…and she was to learn it…for Im sure she wanted to be the best docent she could be.  Later in life she took classes  in sign language and became dang good at it…and helped people that needed  the translating.  Who does that in their 40’s…learn something completely new!? 
Mom LOVEd the great out doors and all things that God and Nature provided.  Im surprised sometimes that she didn’t turn out to be a bigger hippie than myself.   She was a conservationist without the rebel hair, and peacesigns  or the attitude.  She taught us quietly and by example to LOVE this glorious world in which we live.  All of our kids remember and loved the hikes we’d go on with her.  There were also the personal  trips that each of the grands were privileged to go with her to places of interest that were personal to each grand..  Those trips  were learning experiences and filled with good times.  When growing up it wasn’t  junk tv we were allowed to watch….at night we sat down.. sometimes.. and watched shows like Mutual Of Omaha Wild Kingdom  and National Geo and the likes.  Or it was the Olympics. Oh how we all loved to watch the Olympics together… the appreciation of the spirit of man  and  wonder of what the human body can do was instilled in us early.
Mom loved anything that came in miniature. Her home is full of all things miniature. And no one could make cuter things from an ity bity pine cone.  But as we all know, her heart was Huge.  I can confidently wager all I have that none of you in this room have ever heard an unkind word pass her lips.  Im betting that no unkind thought was ever  formulated in her mind either.  And I may have stumbled on more proof of this fact as dad and I have discovered some journals this week, of hers…that neither of us even knew existed. You’re gonna love these Joe. I don’t know what your journals look like…but mine are disjointed and a mess…AND sometimes full of angst…and some venting…But NOT MOMS!!   Her journals are full of peace and  calm and extremely reflective.  Just as mom was.  The pages  are full of the quiet ways she tried to help people and of her struggles of inadequacy as she tried to serve in the church…3 times as YW president and 3 times as RS president.  She was a wonder and a pile of anxiety about whether she was doing enough  and doing it well enough.  
Oh mom…you’re “not enough” puts the rest of us plebes to shame. 
She may have been loosing the present…but she certainly was clear and joyful about her past…she loved remembering her childhood and could recall things from her past that most of us with healthy brains couldn’t pull from our own brains even now. She loved remembering the time she had with her good, adoring brother. She loved remembering her ‘orchard’ in California, that produced the most amazing, delicious peaches. Oh how she loved canning and eating those peaches…and all the gallons of applesause she made from the apples they grew.  She loved to entertain…she loved a good dinner party and having people in their home.  She loved living so close to the temple here in st geroge…and loved serving there…in any way she could.   She loved watching Wheel of Fortune and Jepordy with dad every night…and was very skilled in coming up with the answers.  Dad was always impressed.
But moms greatest joy was her family.  Family dinners happened every night as we grew up…dinners often shared with fascinating people.  Family dinners were her pride and joy.  Her greatest joy was a table full of family…grands with their beautiful wives and husband, and greats on down. Her grandchildren brought her such joy and pride…the good kind of pride. Her great grands filled her with wonder…mostly that she could be so blessed to have so many. 



The blessings of Moms life and her  passing are disguised in our sadness today, this week, and for a while…but there is no doubt that moms wishes have been fulfilled…by a loving God and her adoring family.   This is our gift and blessing this day.  The plan of Salvation is real.  Thank  God for that. 
Success isnt a result of spontaneous
combustion. You must set yourself on fire.
- Arnold H. Glasgow

Tonight was date night with my daughter. We try to go out together once a week.  Girl time is important. Tonight I drove her to Ogden to the train station. But first I took her to her favorite fast food joint...IN&OUT Burgers. She said it was the best burger she'd had in YEARS!! How about that!!?? She even regressed to her 'childhood' and dipped her fries in her chocolate shake!!  Simple pleasures are the best!!
Speaking of simple pleasures...driving her car...an Acura...with 2 new CD's of Michael Jacksons greatest hits cranked up till I could feel him...dancing in my seat...sipping a Pepsi...(a rare treat now) watching the most brilliant new full moon rise over the mountains...and sending my silly, teenage crush love to Michael in heaven...were all beautiful things for me tonight!! I LOVE road trips! I love MJ!! And I love Pepsi!! And of course I love my dear daughter!  It was a great couple of hours!!
Im learning  to find supreme joy in the simple things again!! For this I am very grateful.


Bereavement is the unwelcome current that forced you
 to an unintended harbor.  But, here, perhaps, the 
 vessel lies that will carry you onward
 to the place where you were always meant to go.
from: Caleb's Crossing
by: Geraldine Brooks

Those that know me..have known quite plainly that My Builder and I have been on a tempestuous journey these last 3-4 years.  I havent been quite silent about our woes.
Nothing has gone as we envisioned. This road is unfamiliar...and sometimes difficult....and long, long, long--requiring much patience.
Having said this about myself I realize as the same time that most people I know can say the exact same things.  I am not unique.  (no kidding)
All us seem to be saying these same things:

"nothing is for sure."

"Who pulled the rug out from under us!!!??"

"Why us!!??"

I add to the list of questions, this poignant inquiry:
Why does the most faithful, devout, valiant man I know and love, My Builder, have to struggle so??!!

....and on and on and on I can go...and have gone.

There are still no answers coming my way. Heaven is silent for me.  But Im assuming that its mostly my fault that it seems this way, for I have NOT remained valiant, faithful, humble or devout.  I have struggled mightily with hope, faith and patience and understanding.

But I feel a glimmer of light on the horizon...for no apparent reason. There is no explanation or change in me, except for a softening of my own heart.  The reasons for this warming of my heart may be mystical/spiritual or worldly...for both  are connected...for everything is spiritual. After 3 years of what has felt at times like outer darkness...I feel a shift...in me.

Here are a few things I may attribute this change of heart to:

#1 a better job.  I do miss my friends at The Grill, but I do NOT miss the work. Every day I appreciate my PE job. What a great gig it is!!  And I choose to believe that it was the 'inspiration' of a great lady to tell me to apply.  How glorious it is to fall in love with 340 kids!! How can that not do anything but soften this heart of mine?

#2 winter began mercifully mild this year.   I know it will get worse...it already has...but I appreciated every warm, sunny December day.

And lastly, but probably most importantly, we have our own little home. I call it fondly- our tiny home.
I will probably always feel just a tinge of shame (for pride yet yields its ugly head) when I have to say out loud that I  live in a trailer park, in a puke green mobile home, 8th down on the right.  But as soon as I step indoors, its home, its cozy and nice.

So dont tell anyone...but Im truly enjoying our tiny home!!

It turns out that the simple life is good for me.
I enjoying lessening our footprint and letting go of stuff!!
I enjoying even more having no cause to accumulate stuff either!! For there is no room!!!
Tiny home is easy to keep clean.
We have amazing views here..of both mountain ranges. 360derees of beauty!
The financial freedom is liberating and a gift. We have no worries on that account. Its payed for!!
Rain on the tiny homes' metal roof is a lovely thing.
The tiny home has someone else to take care of the yard...mowing and watering are no longer our responsibility.

I havent a clue, not one morsel of a clue what the future holds for us...but...Tiny home is a blessing..and Im grateful for it right now.




..in the United States..we try to eliminate the need for compromise.
Cars have 'personal climate controls' so that the driver and passenger
need not negotiate a mutually agreeable temperature.  That same pair, 
lets say they're husband and wife, need not agree on the ideal firmness
of their mattress either.  Each can set their own 'personal comfort level.'
We embrace these technologies.  Why shouldnt everyone enjoy their
own personal comfort level, be it in a car or in bed?  I wonder, though,
what we lose through such conveniences?  If we no longer must compromise
 on the easy stuff, like mattresses, then what about the truly important issues?
Compromise is a skill, and like all skills it atrophies from lack of use.
from: The Geography of Bliss
by: Eric Weiner



Proceeding with caution to So. Utah....
I knew that someday I would be using this pic I took while walking the streets of Logan,Utah. For I personally never seem to take the easy or careful path. Im often accused of leading with my heart and not with common sense.  (except when hiking of course.)
This path Im on now is full of unknowns and possibilities and risks. It may be a real dosey of challenge..or maybe not...we're only in to it a week now and we're taking a careful pulse of the situation frequently.
My Builder and I are promising one another to use every precaution and to monitor the risks closely..for this is new to us...choosing to be apart for long periods of time.
Most of you have probably already heard that I packed up my hiking clothes and an expensive bottle of sunscreen, a few books, laptop and trusty Keens...the bare necessities of life...and headed to St George to hike once more.
This was not a spur of the moment decision. My Builder and I carefully weighed the pros and cons of a seemingly rash and selfish decision. We've been back and forth on what we hope have been all the reasons for..or against such a decision. We've talked to people who have done similar things. The wise ones told us to be cautious...to be mindful of one another..even more than before. To be vigilant for the signs and warnings of a deterioration in our relationship.
So everyday Im mindful of proceeding with a possibly risky decision with caution. When I throw my arms up in joyful exhaltation while trudging through the sand because  I've landed back in paradise...I then rein myself in and remember that this is a trial...a great and wonderful trial so see if it'll work...me being here and My Builder being there. Im running with it with all my heart...but its a wait and see kind of thing...and thats only fair. My days here are a gift, and Im going to treat them as such. My parents are generous to have me take over a corner of their home. Desert Cliffs is generous to have me on the hiking schedule as often as they can. My Builder sent me here with his blessing.  Anna is probably scratching her head and wondering whats up with her mom...but its all good... so far!!
Its hard to explain how good it feels to be back.
To be helpful
competent in something
knowledgeable
happy
healthy
sunburned
sore
happy
fully engaged
purposeful
happy
fit(er)
alert
and observant
May proceeding with caution still always include a random happy dance along the way!!

Reserving judgement is a matter of infinite hope.
 from: The Great Gatsby
 by: F. Scott Fitzgerald




My Builder asked me ..."if you had a magic wand..what would you do...how would you wield it?"
The very first things that came to mind were...

Susan Seeley wouldnt be dead.
God would be 'Heavenly Father' again...
We would own a home....
and travel with the kiddo's.
My Builders back breaking work would pay off.
People in the world would be nice to each other.

I suppose, if I could possibly get item #2 straight in my mind, then maybe the rest of my "magic" would more easily fall into place...
But I cant...
God is unalterable and aloof and domineering. This life is a test. There is no cheating..and no outside help. God rules with an iron fist.  It is up to us to make the best with what we are dealt.

There is no magic wand.
Just ones' resolve...
and attitude.

They say that trials will either make ya or break ya...
The jury is still deliberating for me and about me on this one.

And at this juncture it looks as though we are going to take matters into our own hands.   At the risk of appearing selfish..wish is highly possible..and dare I say also appearing hopeless...my Builder and I are taking a new tact, we are taking control of our/my happiness.
I am heading South again. With my Builders blessing Im going back to my idea of paradise and hike once again for Desert Cliffs. I am giddy with excitement, and riddled with guilt. Im a mess.  I am determined to make the best of what we've been dealt..or with what has befallen us. 2 years in Logan has felt like 4...and its time to switch it up. Im too old to just make do.  Bless my GOOD Builder for getting it!!

For those of you who may now be concerned for my eternal welfare...please dont. I give God ALL due credit for ALL the blessings in my life. I do.  He is wiser and grander than I can begin to comprehend. I am grateful. But also hardened... and marred by life.  A  domineering "Father" has been  a hard pill for me to swallow right now. So I'll be looking for warmth, sunshine and fitness..both in body and spirit back in Southern Utah!!
Wish us/me luck.
“I do believe in God. I think God has given so much power
 to people, and intelligence, and said, 'Well, you are on your
 own. Maybe I'm tired, I need a nap. You are mature.
 Why don't you look after yourselves?' 
And I think He's been sleeping too much.”
from: Strength In What Remains
by: Tracy Kidder



This is me again..being an infant on the subject of prayer.
I visit this topic frequently.

So here it goes.... again.

I doesnt matter what I want, or what it is I think I need. It seem futile to me to 'ask' for anything. For as I understand things, God knows best, and I do not. God has the big picture. I do not.
So what is prayer?
The other day..while attending Stake Conference, I heard the speaker make an analogy for prayer. He used the symbol of a racquetball. He asked us to  picture  hitting a racquetball softly against the wall of the court, and to imagine how slowly the ball would then return to us.  Then he asked us to picture us hitting that ball with all the force we could muster, and to then imagine how quickly and forceably the ball would come back at us. His comparison went on...as he asked  us to envision  us lying down at night and mumbling a prayer without heart or intent..a weak plea, a weak hit.  How would the return look?  Then he asked us to think about an ardent and forceful, humble prayer...and couldnt we then imagine a 'return' with greater force?

Im asking....Does deliverance influence God in any way?
How does one pray with force when one already knows that its served back to us on the 'opponents' terms? (I cringe at the term 'opponent' for I dont believe on any level that God is an opponent. But go with me a bit more on this) So Im thinking that prayer isnt so much like racquetball as it is like tennis.  We are in control of the velocity of the racquetball we hit...but the wall is inademate.  In the game of tennis, we are at the mercy of our opponent and how he decides to lob the ball back at us.
Personal example:
Asking with force, fervor, tears, pain to have our business grow enough to support us, has been  an on going battle of wills for 2 years now. As a matter of fact...4 'players' are sending up that plea. God is listening. I believe that He is.  And yet He serves to us what He pleases.
And can you picture the pleading and anguish that God hears every night as we plead for the cure for cancer, or for  help with struggling kids?!  I suppose the return serve comes back..but its unrecognizable most times... its out of our league, and its never usually a forceful, record setting event.
Prayer is so very, very, very, very hard for me. Im not a fan of  vain repetitions. Im not much of a conversationalist either. If God already knows the answer before I ask...why ask, I ask?  I know He knows my heart, and I feel confident that He has already decided what to do in my "game."  No amount of pleading is going to make a difference. (and what if I were to ask amiss!!!??)
I already know that Im here on this earth to learn patience, humility and more patience. I've known this for a very long time. My game seems to be learning how to be happy in each moment, even though these moments look nothing like I expected or planned on.
Again,..will my asking God to help with kids who struggle have an affect on the  kids who also have a game plan not of my understanding...who have the right and gift to choose what they want?  They have choices and God has a plan for them. My prayers wont and maybe shouldnt change their 'game'.
My best attempts at prayer are always the thankfulness prayers, the gratitude prayers. Those come easily for me, and I suppose its important to be thankful.
Its the asking thats so very difficult. Its just like asking anything of my earthly father...its difficult. ( Counseling may be order)
Life is what it is. I suppose Im a bit of a fatalist. God has set me on a course, to prove and to try me. I have to make my way through...with as much gratitude as I can muster and with some flavor of hope.
Shall I pray for hope? Maybe thats the answer.
Stop praying for change; for money or puppies, or trips ...seriously though..I dont pray for these things...just success and happiness. Instead I should pray for the feelings of hope, and for peace where Im at. I could probably hit that prayer/ball right out of the park!!!
God...please grant me hope. Hope in the future..hope for the kids, and hope for friends who struggle with insurmountable trails and battles with cancer.
H-O-P-E

I think Im going to find a ball,...and write in great big letters with a Sharpee across it....H-O-P-E, and tuck it under my pillow.

One must ask children and birds how
 cherries and strawberries taste. 
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 



I've become alarmed.
Im into my 8th day of experiencing a nasty cold.
What's  seriously alarming now is that I cant smell.
I hung sprigs of eucalyptus in my shower.  Its a favorite scent of mine. Warm steams heighten its fragrance.
I cant smell a thing.

I have a new candle that I burn in my window when I write.
I cant smell a thing.

I test the contents of the salad bar with my nose every morning...to check for freshness.
I cant smell a thing.

Anna changed Ben's dirty diaper just inches from me.
I cant smell a thing.

I brew the first pots of coffee in the morning before we open the doors.
I cant smell a thing.

But let me be clear. Not smelling my world isnt half as bad as ...NOT BEING ABLE TO TASTE MY WORLD!!!

Is the best pizza in town still the best pizza?
Is Pepsi still the best drink ever devised?
Does cheesecake delight my taste buds as it should?

NO THEY DON'T!!!

I cant taste any of it.
This is disturbing, to say the least. Why eat at all if you cant enjoy all the flavors and combinations?!
I squooze a lime on my pizza this evening, and I couldnt identify it.
Im quite freaked out about this recent development.
Will my taste buds recover?  (Can you hear how hard Im trying to suppress my panic!!!?)

My Builder has become a drug pusher...it quite annoying.  I know he's just trying to help, but I fear that there's nothing in his little medicine basket that can help this.
I pray that this is just a temporary misfortune,  and that I'm experiencing yet another lesson in gratitude and patience with the absence of these finer senses.
May the gods of good health smile on me once again.  For I dont need yet one more reason to blame Logan, Utah for disaster.

p.s- Even though I've been trying hard lately to loose some weight that working at the Grill has added to my waste-line...this is NOT the method I choose!!

p.s.s.- I have noticed, and you may have as well, that my tagging system for my posts on the right has seen an increase in the number of posts written under the heading, "Here's Me Complaining" I apologize. I truly am trying to not always be whining.

p.s.s.s.- I am positive that My dear Builder will be alarmed with this post.  He just spent precious money on a lovely dinner for me, that I faked enjoying.  Im sorry my love.  Just know that half the pleasure of the night was just being out on the town with you.

Peace

California Here We Come!! Day Two

Whosoever is an atheist has never been to the sea.
from: The Many Lives and Secret Sorrows...
by: Sandra Gulland

BFF Judy and I were off fairly early.
BFF Judy introduced me to  Lola her Lexus.
This may be the closest I'll ever get to being 'one' with a Lexus...my dream car...being allowed to drive Lola.
And oh what a dream she was to drive.
(side note: HOW IN THE WORLD DID WE EVER GET ALONG IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT GPS!!???  )
The highways and biways of California were a piece of cake with Lola's GPS switched on! There was no stress! There were no rumbled maps to fold and refold. It was remarkable. And she spoke to us with such patience and in such a soothing manner. Remarkable.
And HOW did she know when it was raining?!?!? In Baker, when the skies started spitting at us, Lola knew it and turned on her wipers all by herself!!! Good Lola!!
This was Lola's maiden voyage and she treated us well. I felt bad this first night we had her in Cally, for we got sand on her carpets. But I was reassured that I had no need to worry, for Lola gets free detailing at the dealer whenever she wants it. Lucky Lola!!

But enough about the car... I got ahead of myself. Just know that Jude was so very generous in letting me do a lot of the driving. I relax when I drive. This was just one more beautiful thing about the trip. Driving. Driving a Lexus.

It had to have been the fastest 91/2 hours of driving.
Jude and I have been friends for forever! Since the 9th grade...thats forever, right?? We can and do talk about anything and everything...we covered it all.
She ate sunflower seeds and Hot Tamales and I enjoyed Swedish Fish and Pepsi's. Contentment.
Jude had us stop in Cedar City to see her darling son who just started college at SUU as a freshman.  I had us stop in St George to visit my dear folks for a bit.  (a visit with the Grands, and Bob and Ethel was planned for the return  trip.)




Outside of Vegas we spied a most unusual phenomenon.  A hillside covered in mirrors, with tall towers standing watch over them all.  We were on an adventure, so we quickly pulled off at the next exit to investigate.
May I just say...the human mind is a wonderful thing.  Here we were seeing someones idea to harness the power/energy of the sun!!
Ivanpah Solar Project
Acres and acres of mirrors all pointing the sun's rays to the towers, where water was then heated to boiling point, and the steam was then to turn turbines to produce enough energy to light up 700,000 homes!!
How do you say...C-R-A-Z-Y!!?? COOL stuff!!  Here's to hoping this project works!!!  What better use could be had with all that dull open space in the desert and with all that Nevada sunshine!?
Rock on  Ivanpah Solar Project
More power to ya!! (pun intended)

Man oh man...if I keep rambling on in this fashion, it'll be weeks before I get to day 5 or 6 of this adventure! whew!
We made it to San Clemente in fine form and fashion. (do I dare admit to my shallowness..to say that driving a fine car improves ones self-esteem.? Shallow but true.)  We made good time and we ???the evening traffic of the greater So Calif area without a glitch. GPS truly is a modern day miracle!!
We greeted our beloved hosts...Jenny and Steve...my dear niece and her awesome husband and handsome kids, dropped our bags, and then plead to get a quick look at the ocean before we went to bed. We could taste the salt in the air and feel the healing humidity...I just had to have a peek.  We drove a few short blocks to a neighborhood egress to a beach.
How can I express to you..without sounding dramatic...how it felt to hear the ocean, to walk down a few step in the dark, and plant my feet in the sand? It must have been 10 or 11pm. There was a small group of folks sitting around a fire to our right, quietly talking. I walked to the waters edge and let the waves bathe my toes. I had made it!! I was so grateful.
The stars were mind blowing. We could see the Milky Way very clearly. Contentment was already washing over me.
Deep breathes.
Thank you God for such an amazing world to enjoy.


Now stay tuned for Day Three. Waking up to gunfire and bombs at dawn.  No kidding.

Day One of my California Adventure

When active, strained vision only obscures and  frustrates,
looking away often permits the eye to see and interpret the shapes
 of what it sees.  Thus does inattention allow the mind to
register the still, small whisper of the daughter of the voice of God.
from: The BeeKeepers Apprentice
by: Laurie R King


Dearest Friend,                                                                                   9/5/13
Im on the train, with no cute paper to write on, but IM ON THE TRAIN!!
I had no idea it would take 2 1/2 hours to go from Ogden to Provo....its a fast train for petes sake. But no matter,,Im on a new adventure, and words cant begin to explain how excited, relieved and anticipatory I am for my Cally trip.  We used to
vacation a lot in days gone by. Now Im having a hard time remembering the last time I went away.
Can I just say I love trains!  They will always mean adventure to me!! Europe is ALL about trains and train stations. Oh how I revel in my memories of all the places I have been.  Just listening to this train brings some of those memories right back...the clicking and clacking and the weaving of the cars as they move along, the doors hissing open and closed. And all the different people coming and going to who knows where. Its the best!!! Just for your information...the bests trains are in Japan! Bullet trains defy imagination.
More random information...this Frontrunner cant even sell me a Pepsi-oh well-I wont let that trivial flaw get me down...Im happy to be here!
I cant wait to find you the perfect sea shell!! It'll be my mission. It'll be great!!

I plan to be on the beach every single day. I plan to learn to surf and to ride bikes, and eat lots of seafood..real seafood.
I know its  bad to start out on a trip with this encroaching attitude...but Im already trying not to think about returning home.  I need to put that out of  my mind and enjoy each day for the gift it is to be away and doing what I want to do. That will be my mantra for this trip.  ENJOY THE DAY...and stop thinking about the end of it all. Reality and Logan are hard to to swallow at times.

Since Im on the train, I wont be able to find the music and videos that you recommended me to listen to, but I promise to check them out soon.  I look forward to it.

The train is now speeding past Lagoon! Have you ever been there? I have good memories of that place too. Its not Disneyland...but we had fun there. I see that its closed for the season. So sad. That means winter is just around the corner.  Bah Humbug.

Ah...kissing on train platforms...so romantic.  silly me  This is only a commuter train.

When I get to Provo my boys will pick me up and we'll go to dinner somewhere yummy!! I think its going to be to a Pho place. Oh how I Love Pho!!  Theres a place in St George that makes pretty respectable Pho. You should try it some time. Its delish!!
Then it'll be early to bed and EARLY to rise  and start our road trip!!! Whoot whoot!!! Its going to be a 91/2 hour drive. I love road trips!!

(I suppose we are definitely going faster than the cars on the highway...so why in the world is this going to take 21/2 hours?!!?) oh yeah...Im supposed to remember to enjoy the journey!! Im too excited to nap, though the rocking and sway of the cars is conductive to sleep.

I see that I've begun to ramble. Sorry.
I'll sign off now and write again from sunny, bright California!!
Love you!!

P.S.- did you know that short shorts are back!?!?  I know we shouldnt want to wear them... but they take me back to my good ol days-BC-before church.  When my hubby describes our meeting one another (at USU) it always includes a description of my white short shorts. Silly me.  Naughty me. Silly hubby.

P.S.S.- I love Sara Bareilles!!  I guess I shouldnt be surprised that I havent heard of any of the other artists you mentioned. Im old, remember?  Do I dare admit to you that I like country music? Did you know that about me? I love a good story set to music.

How about this random fact...I had a goal...I wrote about it on my blog.  I wanted to learn how to ride my bike without hands.  Guess what!!!??  I can do it now!!  Im pretty proud of myself.  Its a simple pleasure.  Hopefully it empowers me to conquer the waves and to learn to surf!!

(Now I see why it takes so long to get to Provo!!! we are creeping,,,really creeeeeping through the Salt Lake valley, and making lots of stops.)
You had no idea you'd be receiving a travel log from me did you?

The Salt Lake mountains sure are beautiful. No one could dispute that.

There are some other wild things I'd like to do while in California:
-get a tattoo
-ride a bike to Mexico
-spend lots of money...but it takes money to spend money
-see a shark
-see dolphins

As soon the train rounded the point of the mountain and entered Utah Valley, the clouds began to do their 10 Commandment thing over the mountains. And it began to drizzle.  I didnt write my friend about what I could see through my train window because I was too enthralled by what I was witnessing.  When the train pulled into the Provo station and I disembarked - there was a magical double rainbow framing the tall peaks right in front of me.
I took it as a sign.
...as an omen.
This trip to California was going to be all that I hoped it to be. I had an even greater sense of anticipation than before.

I also didnt write to my friend about finding the perfect Pho restaurant with my boys and their women! I didnt tell her how happy I was to share the hugest most delicious bowl of deliciousness with Jenna!! (did I say delicious enough!?!?!)  And about how it felt to spend time with my grown up children.
It was such a lovely evening.
I also must  mention that my Good Builder sent me off on this adventure with his blessing.  With nary a whispered breath of complaint.  He did nothing or said nothing to make me feel guilty for going. (There must have been a 'look' in my eyes....???)

Stay tuned for Day Two of my  California adventure. An adventure that had nothing to do with amusement parks, but had everything to do with rest, relaxation and recharging and the sea.

Peace friends




There was such an incredible logic to kissing,
such a metal-to-magnet pull between two 
people that it was a wonder that they found
the strength to prevent themselves from 
succumbing every second.  Rightfully, the world
should be a whirlpool of kissing into which we
sank and never found the strength to rise up again.
from: Bel Canto
by Ann Patchett


Love is in the air....
Autumn is as well.

One of these things causes me joy,
The other...a sinking feeling of dread and despair would be a more accurate description.
A surprise visit and our first frost all in a few short days.
Can you guess which one is which?

My youngest and his beautiful girlfriend warmed my heart...
It was a wonderful thing to return from the alley where I was hauling empty cardboard boxes in the recycling dumpster, to see Bri and Mericar sitting in booth #1 just waiting to see my reaction to their secret trip to Logan.
I reacted positively....big hugs and smiles all around!!

The visit was way to short...but beggars cant be choosers...so Im grateful for anything at all.
We chilled, we went to church together and ate yummy meals. They harvested goodies from the
garden..took a leisurely stroll in the canyon around the reservoir  and caught up on some much needed sleep.
Perfect for them.
Perfect for me.

Bless them for making time to come up.
May they be blessed in their school and work and with the process of  becoming even better acquainted
with one another.

Peace my friends.

This Is How My Week Looked

There came a time, he realized, when the strangeness of everything
 made it increasingly difficult to realize the strangeness of anything.
from: Lost Horizon
by: James Hilton

(I wish this was the scene at our house)


The mailbox that hangs by our front door contained a water bill.  A water bill so exorbitantly high that it was cause for serious alarm.  A hole was dug...to investigate.  Come to find out that there is a leak...leak is the wrong word..for that suggest a dripping...a small giser might describe it better...from the main water line to the house. It became the city's problem.  But alas..it seems to be my problem still..for it still spouts water into an unseen underground stream somewhere.  The city has done nothing but put up an orange barrier around the hole and have not returned to repair it.  The tree hugger in me is fuming.  So much water wasted.  100s of thousands of gallons!! And I see no way to stop the madness!!

The  sweet boss lady at work called me the sexiest waitress in the joint.  I know shes lying. (that would be a sad state of affairs if she werent)  But she loves me.  And of course there is a part of me that wants to believe her.

Today's Sunday School lesson gave me fits. (I suppose they all will)  Todays topic was Baptisms for the Dead.
Ugh
But I suppose it'll be a walk in Merlin Olsen Park compared to the lesson coming up in 2 weeks.  The subject matter ... The martyrdom of Joseph Smith.  (Did I already tell you that I dont enjoy the Doctrine and Covenants?) Teaching is even harder than I imagined it would be.

I'm back to the point that I'll give up food before I'll give up my beloved Pepsi. And I often do.  For so long...when I was on the wagon...I would tell people and myself that I didnt want to drink my calories. Well you woulnt recognize me now...as I blissfully guzzle them down now.

Its been quite a few years since I've done any water bath canning.  This week  I bottled some delicious apricots.  They'll help this winter to be a little brighter.  Thats the hope anyway.  They already make me happy, just lined up there on the counter.

The semi-annual Man vs Grill took place this week at Center Street Grill.
There was barfing.
And there were a couple of "winners."
Are you really a 'winner' of you can shove down a 3 1/2 pound burger in less than 45 minutes?
You decide.
I got to clean up.
ps- the grill wins ...the majority of the time.

My Builder promised me a puppy.
But I can't remember how long he said I'd have to wait.

How do you spell T-E-N-S-E?
There is rabbit food news.  There are several very hopeful prospects and possibilities for improvements.  But I cant talk about them....for I 'get too emotional.'  Maybe after it becomes old news I can then discuss it with My Builder. Maybe then My Builder and I can talk again.  The same thing goes for conversing about the future....I 'get too emotional.'  So we dont talk about that either.  What do we talk about?  The promise of puppies and our beautiful grands. That'll do.

More hot flashes.
Less sleep.

WEST WING..out new favorite tv series.  Plus there is no need for talking. We watch, we laugh, we learn. Not a bad deal.  Thank you good actors and writers for such a great show!

Im reading again!!  Im halfway through a wonderful book. Its the one I was carrying around in my purse for so long.  Its a treat.  And all you readers out there have undoubtedly read it already...The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society...(quite a mouth full.)   I can now   check # 15 off the below list.  Whew.

Not a bad week my friends.
Peace

SO HERE'S MY NEW TO DO LIST

Patience and boredom are closely related.  Boredom, a
certain kind of boredom, is really impatience.  You dont
like the way things are, they arent interesting enough for
you, so you decide - and boredom is a decision- that you are bored.
from: The Geography of Bliss
by: Eric Weiner

Yoga turtle

#1 Make lists. - Lately I seem to be happy to do nothing.  Making a list and checking off accomplishments is a good thing.
#2 Make time to hike. - Im forgetting what it feels like to hike, to sweat, and to make it to a summit.
#3 Attend the temple. - Once a week was great. Once a month is doable.
#4 Start doing yoga. - $2 bucks is a small price to pay for kicking the rigamortis that is setting in to the curb.
#5 Have backyard parties. - We have a nice backyard, and I have a list of people I want to share it with.
#6  Create a new bucket list. Old one has disappeared...and its time to start looking forward to things again.
#7 Quit eating crap. - On the job eating is killing me.
#8 Show My Builder some appreciation. - He deserves it. We should hike together. (see #2)
#9 Improve the abode. - Home improvement projects are fun. There is Always something to do.
#10 Write every day. -Even if its only a list.  It could turn into something much more.
#11 Be a better grandparent. -Spend the time, and be creative.
#12 Cook again.  -Its time to do my part.
#13 Keep up appearances. I love my new dooo...and Im going to keep it that way.
#14 Find an app for my phone..for keeping lists. -duh
#15 Read again.  Its been months since I've cracked a book. Ive had one in my purse for ages.
#16 Sweat through the DT's of coming off Tumblr and Solitaire. -Limit it to minutes, not hours.
#17 Begin NOW!

Wish me luck...Peace


The people who really run organizations are
usually found several levels down, where it is
still possible to get things done.
from: Small Gods
by: Terry Pratchett



THe wedDinG iS IN FoUR dAyS!!!

I've heard Anna say that I've procrastinated.
Not sure thats really true..
I suppose it could be on some things...

But this wedding as been a lesson on creationism. Its been an evolving, living creation.  We began...like God, with only a whispering of ideas and materials and vision.  We have  turned these materials  into a viable wedding dinner and reception..I think. I hope. We began with very little and I think there will be a grande finish.

But as promised..I wish to share with you a glimpse of the process of wedding planning a la' Cindy and family.
Via what I now fondly call "Wedding Miracles."

For a while we did indeed flounder, not knowing which direction to take..funds being limited to say the least, and no vision  in place either. (Not every little girl lays in bed at night dreaming of their perfect, romantic wedding...surprising????...NOT!!)

And then things began to click.

Which is my first lead into the first miracle.
Do you think Pintrest can qualify as a miracle. A miracle of technology and craftiness??
I say yes!!
 Pintrest got the creative juices flowing.  Thank heaven.

Next wedding miracle:
Possibly the most important miracle in planning a wedding...finding the perfect wedding dress for the perfect girl for Clark. Said dress was found at a thrift shop! ....during the Halloween season, where the shop was full of gaudy distractions in the form of Halloween costumes. And it's there she found the perfect dress for her.  She resisted...wondering if she should go the more traditional route..and tried on many a lacy gown..all of which looked spectacular on her...of course...but none of which made her happy. She always went back to the thrift shop dress.  Just wait until you see her in it. You will agree..it is JENNA!!

The rare thrift shop dress..which I will now refer to as the antique dress..had one flaw...that being that it was a little too short for Jenna's tall, regal stature.  So the next miracle began as we started hunting for some type of lace or fabric that would match or at least be a good fit for the antique lace of the dress.  (I was worried)   The 3rd fabric shop we visited...and there it was!  The perfect lace. Perfect I tell ya!!  A miracle. You wait and see. Plus it was inexpensive.  Yes..I cried.

The rest of the miracles I'll be listing have to do with angels.  Angels in the form or dear people in our lives. People with generous, talented skills!!

The collar of the antique dress needed modifying..and the lace needed to be added for lengthening, and caps need to go in at the sleeves.  And it was done in a blink of the eye...all as a gift...all because the angel wanted to contribute to our joyous event. It is a miracle that I am surrounded by such generous souls.

There's an angel that makes phone calls, possibly until she suffers from cauliflower ear..finding people who know people who know people to help pull off this happy event. Doors are opened and all are welcomed into their home...and being encouraging comes naturally to all that live in this household....  all for the love of family and wanting to help.  First there wasnt a building to hold the reception in, and then there was. Then there wasnt going to be music...and now there is!  Miracles!!

And then there is the angel who does this stuff for a living...(wedding planning) who jumped right in and donates her time and talent and expertise and massive quanties of 'stuff'' to this wedding, just 'cause we're family.' Shopping lists, and confidence oozes from this angel.  There were large quantities of flowers coming, and then there wasnt...and now we're back on track again. Oh the ride!! Oh the miracle workers!!

Then there's a darling little angel baking away in her kitchen this week..making the wedding cake for Clark and Jenna. This just because she has that talent and gift and because she too would like to contribute to this celebration of Clark and Jenna!!  A miracle with blonde hair and the best smile ever!!

How about counting the generous discounts I received on some of the food for the wedding dinner! A gift and a miracle as far as Im concerned. Yum!!

There is the generous monetary support we have received...to ease some of the stress. Someday, some way we will repay.

And as we draw nearer to the finish line..more angels have jumped on board.  Now we have talented folks at the helm who will document the fabulous lives of Clark and Jenna via film and video.  The slideshow will be marvelous!! And the brides bouquet will be perfect and sculpted with talented  hands that love them both.

Even My Builder is 'building' and has been amazing. (as usual) He's been down on the floor with me making bunting that we will string across the hall. He's been cooking and cleaning when I've been too tired or too fed  up with the notion of washing another dish or even looking at food!  My Builder has become domestic! A miracle of sorts.

So there you have it..a list of my wedding miracles.  You may not deem them miracles...but they certainly have been miracles in my life and in the life of this wedding.
There will be MANY more miracles before the weekend is through. I can count on it. We have 4 days left to have them materialize. Im sleeping  well at night and am dealing with the stress of the lists before me these last several days...which is a miracle in and of it self.

My heart is full of gratitude!!
Bring on the celebration!!
Tell me if I've missed a miracle or two!!

Expectations is the place you must always go to
before you get to where you're going. Of course,
some people never go beyond Expectations, but my
job is to hurry them along whether they like it or not.
from: Phantom Tollbooth
by: Norton Juster

People have wondered where I've gone...
Why Im not writing..

Well the short answer is .... "its complicated."
The next easiest answer is..."I lost my 'voice,' my muse, my inspiration.
In other words- the wind was taken from my sails.

But I miss it...a lot.

Lately I've been searching for a new muse, a new direction, a new ' look.'
I may be sneaking up on something.

As most everyone knows, Im no longer gathering coral dust between my toes. (instead Im  acquiring a filmy layer of grease and grime on my beloved hiking shoes, from The Grill.)
Life without my red rock and sun and a constant supply of vitamin D that I once enjoyed has now turned into a search for tender mercies that I know are freely given..from my new vantage point here in 'outer darkness.' (My pasty white skin and flabby muscles will attest to the changes going on in my life too.)
Im a broken woman. I've been humbled. But I read in the scriptures that having a broken heart and contrite spirit means having a heart that has been split wide open to let new and wonderful enlightenment enter to in..manifesting God's love to me.  

I have days when I feel Im in the pit of despair. 
I've wallowed well in self-pity.
I've ached for what I no longer have, until Im sick.
I've been angry and bitter and not to nice to live with sometimes.

And yet somehow I have kept some hope alive.  For without hope, what would become of me?
..a constantly bitter, wallowing woman...going nowhere fast...not a pretty picture.

So I now see myself becoming a collector of miracles..of tender mercies that touch my broken heart. 
There will be small and magnificent miracles documented here...from this time forth.
I wont be seeing them on hiking trails any longer...(at least not until spring) But I will see them. I  see them now, all around me.  
A BFF of mine suggested a 'miracle calender.' But Im attached to blogging..so Im going to keep track here and share what I learn  with you...and hopefully you can 'share' your miracles with me too.   
Tomorrow (or the next day) I will begin!
It'll be a list of what I now fondly call our "wedding miracles"
Its a lengthy list. And Im looking forward to sharing it with you. 

It feels good to be back!!
I have felt your love and encouragement and its GREATLY appreciated.
Peace out Friends! 

Om began to feel the acute depression that steals
over every realist in the presence of an optimist.
from: Small Gods
by: Terry Pratchett


Its true...that every day we learn and grow.  At least it seems that I do..sometime at a frantic clip.
Let me tell you today about what I've learned about myself as I go through the agony of job hunting.
With every job interview or with every application sent out I find my hopes rising and my imagination getting the best of me. Its so easy for me to imagine myself working at each establishment  I apply to.  I quickly begin to believe that  I would be a good asset to the business and even begin thinking about what I could do to improve the place! I map out the bike route I could take to get to work and wonder what clothes I own that would be appropriate to wear at each place.
In other words, I get my hopes up every time!!
And then..the call comes, the email is sent, or the crickets chirp through the silence and all the 'dreaming' is for naught.
Why do I do this to myself each and every time!!??
Why am I this way?
Im an optimist- even when I have no cause to be.
Everyone knows (but me) how tough it is to land a job...any job... in this day and age.
And yet tomorrow...I'll find another lead..and follow it....and get my hopes up.
I guess it'll happen every time...until I hear the happy words, "You're hired!!"
My optimism seems to be endless-
and yet my skin isnt as thick as I thought.
sigh

Hitting the trail once again...without the pleasure of gathering coral dust between my toes. (my toes miss that very much.)
Peace friends.  I thank you all for your encouraging words and your prayers in my behalf!
"Why did you do all this for me?" he asked.
"I dont deserve it. I've never done anything
for you."    "You have been my friend," replied
Charlotte.  "That in itself is a tremendous thing."
from: Charlotte's Web
by: E.B. White

Monday was a busy day for us here in Logan.
My welcome mat has been out for a few months now...I bought a prickly new one the first week we got here.
And I can count on one hand the visitors we've enjoyed up to now.
Monday changed all that.  We had lots and lots of visitors...compared to the previous 3.
And with everything else lately, it was lesson for me in humility. (boy oh boy I must have needed a hard core lesson in this principle!)
This was the first time family  has been here to see where we now live.  So the character building continues... on and on and on.  I just love being the object lesson of the haves and then the have nots.
Im reminded, by others better than myself, that its really not a bad place where we now live and lay our heads, which I suppose is very true.  This is not about the bricks and mortar and wood chips and.......................never mind.
But... once again, this is about my attitude, which apparently needed some adjusting...and Monday was the first real test.
Dear family coming by, because they were in town, to say hello, to see the garden that they've heard so much about and seen pictures of, and to see the mill and how to make rabbit food;  and they would have to admit to some curiousness about our place of residence too.
And its over and done and I survived and passed the test.  (I honestly considered meeting them all down town.)
I got through with only a small amount of discomfort, which was all in my head and had nothing to do with our dear visitors, who were and are gracious beyond compare.
So hopefully no one but me were disturbed too much by my painful lesson in humility. Not too many groans, and wails and sighs escaped my lips this time.
Here's hoping I dont strain a muscle patting myself on the back.  What I need to do is love my family even more for being as awesome and kind as they all are!!
They showed me!!!
 Brent and Kelly being shown how the rabbit food is packaged. (and yes...we are always under construction! Which is a good thing!!) Progress!!
 Monday's orders ready to go to the post office.  They travel from sea to shining sea!!
 Meet Lester, the new addition to the mill!! He needs to hurry up and GROW!! We have a mouse problem...and his mission is to solve it!!!  Jace thinks hes adorable, which he is. (both of them are really.)
 Lauren and Jace, Lester and Wallace the lop eared rabbit.  Both live at the mill.  And now Jace would like to live there too.  I wish I could capture the antics these two critters... that are normally sworn enemies, can get themselves into together!! I think they are happy to have each others company.  And yes, now Lauren wants a bunny of her own and Jace wants a kitty that'll never grow up!!
 Lester the mouse molester
with blue eyes to boot!! 
 Mom and Dad were the next to arrive in town...and get the tour of the mill. They too were impressed.
 My dad wanted to go by and see if the house he helped his dad build 53 years ago was still standing. And it was!!!  Dad has good memories of Logan and the few years he spent here in high school.
My mom was blown away by the big beautiful trees here in Logan!! We do have some very impressive specimens!! I too am in awe by many of them.  This one  is in my favorite park.  I had to take her by to see it!  


So come and see us friends and fam.
I have learned that I can handle it!!


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