Life. Time. Legacy.

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The ultimate value of life depends upon awareness and the power of contemplation rather than upon mere survival.
Aristotle

There are quite a few cemeteries in this part of the country, with benches, like this one here. I’d imagine they are used for contemplating the lives of those that were laid to rest in these quiet places. And in doing, I’m sure one becomes so very aware of the time left to be fully lived.

We just completed Spring Break, the annual week of both excitement and exasperation. I took a mental bench this week. A full-0n Pause. Most of it was not quite all my genius idea: one of my boys was fighting a virus, I later caught/fought the same virus. And we’re not yet prepared for the (well, just constant, really) torrential rain, I keep forgetting to buy some umbrellas, haha. ( Or Oops. Not sure which one is more appropriate :)

This normally fast-paced week was spent visiting the library, walking in the local nature area, and shopping in cute little places with teacups in the windows. It was really different for a Spring Break. Nice.

I have to admit that being in such close quarters with 99% less than all of our things had me concerned. I was worried I would either butter or banish any or all of my lovely children. Kind of unbelievably, we all made it out alive… and ready to push the play button again, in a good way. Refreshed. Rested.

The kids return to school tomorrow, and we’re all ready for the new week. Do I feel like I missed out on adventures because we ended up staying close to home? Not really. I got time with my kids that I wouldn’t have otherwise. I got cuddle-time with a boy who at 7 years old is still not too embarrassed to hold Mama’s hand when he’s close by. I got time to practice my braiding techniques with my little girl who will too soon be braiding her own hair. I got to listen to my oldest (the budding scientist) relay one interesting fact after another, combining curiosity and contentment while connecting the dots.

There will always be new adventures. Like tomorrow, when we get the keys to our new home.

I’m learning to pause more. To contemplate. To be very aware of the time I have with my kids. And hopefully, teaching them to fully live.

Another good Friday

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My laptop calendar (not as good as one I can tack to the wall, and can’t scribble on it) tells me that today is Friday, April 13….

Just a week ago, we celebrated the capitalized version of a very Good Friday, a day that was a necessary stop on the way to Easter morning, the exclamation point of the entire Christian faith.

Did you hide eggs and candy for the kids to find? Enjoy a large meal with your family? Did you  escape to be alone to ponder the meaning of your life? Maybe you went to work, to serve others on the day we recognize the Great Love and true servanthood of One. However you spent your weekend, I hope you came out with renewed strength and sense of hope.

Most of you know me, and know that I’m not very superstitious, the idea of cats and ladders and mirrors and 13s being significant is just kind of silly. I’m too busy looking for faeries and rainbows to bother with things like that :D

In honor of a beautiful Friday, and fun number, here is a list of 13 things I’m loving about life at the moment:

13) I don’t have a lot of time to blog. Weird thing to love, right? But behind the scenes, that means I’m busy exploring, and setting up our new life, and spending Spring Break with my kids.

12) My camera (well, the SD card) can hold over 10,000 pictures at once. My generous hubby bought me a 32GB memory card for the day I finally remember to switch over to video.

11) I haven’t had to clean a bathroom or wash bedding in about a month. There are such great perks to being transitionary.

10) Speaking of bathrooms, we get the keys to our new home on Monday! I’m already ready, already, for a break just thinking of the toilets I will be scrubbing regularly pretty soon.

9) There is grass outside. It’s not yellow or crunchy or fake. Real, honest-to-goodness grass. If it wasn’t so cold outside still, I’ll be walking around on it barefooted.

8) I have noisy kids. Messy, noisy kids. That means they’re expressive, and thoughtful, and curious, and opinionated, and not afraid to try new things. And all that can get very noisy. And messy.

7) My hubby’s always at work. Home and away from home. He has a job, one that he’s really good at. He’s a great co-worker, full of integrity, and the first one that pops into people’s head when they think, “Who can do this?” This is such a great example for our kids.

6) I have friends around the world. Even though I’ve been out of touch with most of you for the last month or so, I know that when I’m able to jump back in and say “Hey!” you’ll be ready with a “Howdy!”

5) Loving people have taught me things. My Gramma, to crochet. My Mom, to think in pictures and color with words. My Aunt, to find fun and give everyone a chance. My sisters, to love my reflection. My Gramps, to try everything at least once: “Nothin’ to it!” and he’s usually right. My hubby and kiddos, to try again tomorrow. This list goes on forever, and will keep growing as long as I’m surrounded by people who love me.

4) I have a million ideas. All the time. So I can never be bored. Tired, yes, but never bored!

3) My shoes are on their way. Which means the rest of my stuff will be here soon, as well! I miss my little bedside lamp and my pretty scentsy warmers.

2) Cherry Coke, popcorn and a movie.

1) Dreams come true. I couldn’t tell ya the first time I had the idea that I should have been born in England. Preferably back in the Victorian Era, but any time would do. I do know it started with the books I’d read, and the characters I’d meet along the way. The language, the rolling hills and bustling cities, the propriety and tradition. The rules to be broken :D

So here I am, 32 years too late for a birth certificate, but here! Does this mean that every other year of my life was no good just because I wasn’t where I thought I should be? Nope. Without every other year, I would not have reached this time and place, in order to get to where I am now. Every single day and place is important, and as one with gyspy-like need to move every few years, I understand that better than most people.

Appreciate where you are. Love the people who are there with you. Learn what you can from every experience you encounter. What I’m reminded of from time to time, most loudly at Easter time, is that this gift of life we’ve been given is not to be taken for granted. I think Easter took place in the Spring for a reason: that’s when new life is most anticipated and welcomed.

One of the easiest ways that to add more life to each day is by appreciating the small things that get us through each day, instead of just connecting the dots as we go and waiting for the big things to fall from the sky. The small things that make our lives easier, the ones that go unnoticed because they’re small:

  • The dishwasher that saves you time every day.
  • The iron that works when you turn it on.
  • The couch that lets you sink in for a nap or long movie.
  • The front door that keeps bugs out and lets loved ones in.

The small things. Notice them.

Each of these small things leads us to the next small thing, and if you remember to pay attention to these things, you’ll start seeing more of the good small things in your lives. And the Big Things will seem to come around more often.

So, thanks for letting me share my heart with you today. Will you tell me about something awesome in your life, big or small?

March me into April

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Really can’t believe it still.

Keep looking around and waiting for the paper walls to fall down and someone to pop out and say, “Just kidding!!” Especially this week on April Fool’s Day. That would have been the meanest joke ever!

I, your friend and professional daydreamer, really am in England.

My to-lists have somewhat transformed with the slowing of the pace out here. Seems like the only place anyone is rushing is out on the road. Then they park and stroll around leisurely. I’m enjoying that part, the park and leisuring.

Slowing down doesn’t just come natural for me, and after coming from a place like Vegas, where everyone is in a frenzy all the time [including my (old) self], it’s taking some extreme consciousness to build this  new habit.

Everywhere I go, people are taking their time. Around here, taking one’s time isn’t out of the ordinary. It IS the ordinary.

So off I go, to take my time. Squeeze every last bit of  life out of every moment. Returning only when my play is done. And maybe some work in between :D

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