What is a vocation? Your vocation?

As I combed the internet for ‘vocation’ quotes this evening, I learned that one letter off resulted in ‘vacation’.

WTH? How many times have I typed incorrect letters that led to what I was looking for – often! Continue reading “What is a vocation? Your vocation?”

The mindful acts of love, patience, and acceptance.

We’ve heard it said often, that love is an action. It’s something that must be put into practice each day; a decision, a commitment.

This doesn’t mean we’re always loving. Quite the opposite. There are many times when we don’t feel loving, or take for granted those we do love.

The same goes for patience. That, too, is an action. It is something we need to be mindful of and put into practice. It’s quite easy to lose our cool, to grow irritated and lash out.

This also applies to acceptance. The saying ‘accept the things you cannot change’ rings true, and people certainly fit into this category.  We must put acceptance into practice,  reminding ourselves regularly that we don’t have control over people and many other things in life.

Love, patience and acceptance. These are mindful acts that we need to consciously put into practice each day. We are not saints. We will be unloving, we will grow impatient; and we will try to fight, or change, the things we won’t accept.

But we have the option to stop in our tracks, stepping on the brakes on and shifting our perspective when we find ourselves veering off course.

We can remind ourselves how it feels to be loved, even when we don’t feel very lovable. We can remind ourselves how it feels when someone is patient with us, even when we have been exceedingly irritating or annoying. And we can remind ourselves how it feels to be accepted, for better or worse, in all of our flawed beauty.

“It doesn’t matter how old you are, there is a little child within who needs love and acceptance.” – Louise Hay

 

 

 

I can’t come, it’s raining: NH Primary Elections, 2022

Now I can completely relate to not doing most things in the rain, truly can. Rainy days should be spent in Ireland, Scotland, or England – maybe even Seattle; where we expect, and even appreciate, such weather. We think of it as ambient. Why, of course!

It’s quite possible that I channel my Celtic roots on rainy days. I find some tunes to accompany the weather, and mentally transport myself. Frankly, I really like cold, rainy days – any rainy days – when I get to be at home and not deal with the hassles of commuting or dealing with the elements in any way.

But I don’t feel that way when it comes to voting, on any occasion. I will endure any kind of weather to cast my vote – in person, honorably. Continue reading “I can’t come, it’s raining: NH Primary Elections, 2022”

9/11: Never forget. Always remember.

It’s me again, watching every replay of September 11, 2001.

So many want to forget or repress the memories of that day, yet I hold fast to the belief that we need to remember every moment. We need to recall the shock, angst, and fear. We need to rekindle our patriotism, unity and strength.

Continue reading “9/11: Never forget. Always remember.”

Serving a life sentence: Addiction.

Addiction is a prison. It holds one hostage within one’s self, the worst hell of all.

Some can overcome, and some just can’t stop the endless cycle. Despite intervention, rehab, meetings and more, they can’t release the demon that possesses their soul: alcohol or drugs.

Continue reading “Serving a life sentence: Addiction.”

September 12, 2001: United we stood.

On this Thursday eve as I ready to welcome the start of the weekend, I cannot help but reflect upon the horrific attacks of 9/11/01.

In my life, 9/11 wasn’t always synonymous with the brutal and unimaginable murders of thousands of people that day, in NYC, the Pentagon, and PA. That was a day we will never, and should never, forget. However, 9/11 is also my father’s birthday and we are gifted with a reason to celebrate this Sunday. Continue reading “September 12, 2001: United we stood.”

Boys, don’t make it so complicated (girls, too)!

In sharing time with one of my oldest (not in age) and dearest friends this evening, we took a deep dive into relationships – and relating, period.

As we reflected and reminisced about the countless things we’ve both learned through love and loss over the years, one poignant point was the fact that men and women can, and often do, think quite differently.

Continue reading “Boys, don’t make it so complicated (girls, too)!”

Music moves the heart and stirs the soul. Remembering Karen Carpenter.

I’m a big music gal who couldn’t narrow my tastes down to a favorite genre if you paid me – or simply asked.

I love all music and my collection has no rhyme or reason. From world music to classical, funk, rock, and decade mixes. Blue grass, Cajun, Christian and soul. Easy listening, big band, Gregorian chant. No matter what the genre, you are guaranteed to find it when you scroll through the countless playlists on my apps – or on my Classic iPod (yes, it exists in my car). There are even remnants of my past on CDs at my parents’ house. Continue reading “Music moves the heart and stirs the soul. Remembering Karen Carpenter.”

Grief.

Today was National Grief Awareness Day and I posted earlier as to what that may entail.

For me?

I work through grief in exhausting ways, pushing to extremes. Volunteering to extremes. Doing anything to extremes.

Yet this is not necessarily a bad thing.

Through productivity and activity, I find peace and solace.

As I befriend dough, stir sauce or shape treats, I work through many issues – feelings and emotions.

Not a bad release, right?

This morning I thought, “I should meditate.”

And I should – and will, however, I can’t see paying for a class to meditate with others vs. meditating on my own.

$25 per class vs. my making a commitment to carve out time to meditate within the comfort of my home. Which would you choose?

How do you manage your grief?

However you do, that works for you. Don’t ever let someone convince you otherwise.

Feel the feels.

How often I’ve seen people post or mention ‘feel the feels’, noting it as some buzz phrase of today, not giving it much thought.

Ironically, I’ve written about feelings – a lot. I’ve touted the importance of acknowledging one’s feelings and allowing yourself to sit a while with them when you find yourself faced with such moments.

I spent years running from my feelings, yet they always caught up with me. I hid them, denied them and quelled them in any way I could – food, drink, work, hobbies. Continue reading “Feel the feels.”