April 26, 2022
Gleanings
- Surrender to knowing what it should look like or where it’s going to show up, how I’m supposed to do it, or who’s supposed to find it or connect to it or show up. Plant and tend to the seed. And surrender the rest.
- My plans are mere sketches, a few chords on which to improvise; they delight me.
- Seasons always reassure us that life in all its forms continues. It shifts, evolves, and readies itself for what is next.
- This poached, cooled asparagus waits patiently until you’re ready for it and when you are… you just dump it on a plate. [“Nobody writes recipes quite like the Smitten Kitchen!” said nobody, today at least.]
- In this part of the world, at this time of year, there is such a dramatic change in the way light fills our days. As winter ends, and we transition through spring towards summer, we are reminded of cycles – days, seasons, lives.
- I continued with the business of daily living. I felt grateful to be able to. And that’s win enough.
- I still have chilli peppers in glass jars in the freezer, but they don’t begin to compare to the fieriness of the ones I hung to dry in the window.
- I carry my past, in ways I wish I did not. I carry the groceries despite having teens. I carry myself in dignity except for when I am swept away .
- What you can’t hear are the fine grits of gravel ticking off the car doors and the wind singing in the barbed wire fences.
- Today, I celebrate the gift of joy, of connection, of relationship. And, I’m so grateful for the reminder to stay open … you truly never know who is going to come your way, cross your path, and through their very being, create invitations and possibilities in your own becoming.
- Like many people, I’ve spent much of my life seeking external validation, permission and approval, especially from my immediate family. I worked hard to make sure that wasn’t part of this process. I wanted to stand in clear ownership of my lived experience and the stories within it, to take responsibility for this being my story, not our story, hence my desire to inform and invite
- What I’m getting at is – creating, exploring with curiosity, learning from the masters at their craft, experimenting and painting over – this is how I want to spend my days.
- What became intolerable to me was devoting my life so fully to my kids becoming themselves, while losing myself so completely in the process. What kind of example was I setting? Who would they become if their mother was nothing more than a reflection of their wants and needs?
I have been experiencing a crossroads of sorts lately so have kept my words and thoughts to myself and not sharing on my blog. But I’m likely going to make a shift — perhaps not a shift back into place but just off on a side road perhaps. As always thank you for including me among so many of these lovely, thoughtful blog posts. Joy always.
Thank you, Diane. I hope you’re doing okay.