You simply will not be the same person two months from now after consciously giving thanks each day for the abundance that exists in your life.” ~ Sarah Ban Breathnach
This Memorial Day weekend we remember those who have died in pursuit of the liberty and freedoms that we as Americans enjoy. Often this means spending time with family and friends over good food and activities designed to remind us that we are truly blessed. This has perfectly described my weekend. On Saturday, we headed out to my parents’ home to celebrate the birthday of my nephew who just turned 8. Family, friends and good food! It was the recipe for a perfect day. Yesterday, we loaded up the car and headed to my in-laws who were hosting a BBQ. Again we were surrounded by family, friends and good food. Watching my kid play basketball with his cousins and grandpa, chow down on ribs and smores, I was reminded just how blessed I am. While we aren’t Bill Gates wealthy, our lives are filled with abundance. One of the learning points in this week’s lesson is “Change your perspective.” Sometimes in the humdrum of life, we forget just how much we are blessed with. If we could just scrape enough together for that new car, or a larger TV or more of this or that, we could then feel like we’re really living the good life. But over this Memorial Day weekend, as nephews and nieces, aunts and uncles as well as grandparents surrounded us, I was reminded what an incredibly wealthy man I am! Today, as we remember those who gave their lives so that we could enjoy our families in freedom, I want to remember to always live in this attitude of gratitude. To be this blessed and not show thanks would be a true tragedy.
Here’s to recognizing the abundance that fills our lives! Cheers y’all!
I guess this is kind of a ratty question, but what have you written lately? ~ Audrey Hepburn
It’s been a little bit over a year since I last wrote anything down. I would apologize but given everything that has transpired this past year, I frankly just didn’t have the time. A quick recap: last summer, my family and I relocated to Portland OR from the Los Angeles CA area for my work. Getting settled in to a new home, new job, new church, new schools (yes, that’s a plural as we’re all in school) and a new pattern of living has taken an inordinate amount of time and energy. But I can’t complain because life, life is good! Paris is rapidly approaching the end of his 9th grade year at the local high school; a year that saw him making new and lifetime friends, reconnecting with family, playing on a winning football team and growing like a weed. There’s been a new house to acclimate to along with figuring out what it takes to keep the yard looking like the best one on the block, not to mention our ever expanding menagerie which just this past week saw the addition of four baby chicks. My new job has taken on new and exciting dynamics that are unexpected and so rewarding. And then there is school. School was a concept that was always in the back of my mind but never seemed to germinate…until now. And so, here I am, feeling like a kid again. This mixture of fear and excitement is a new feeling for me. And it’s a feeling I kind of like. As I’m reading through the first chapter of the textbook for my first class, I realize I’ve got a lot to learn. Part of learning is sharing and so, I’m going to start that process by sharing my learning with you. I promise it’ll be fun! Just like old times! You ready?
Here’s to learning and growing and everything that means! Cheers y’all!
May you find inspiration and meaning soaked in the wonders of the imagination, cradled in compassion of the heart, and hold a will to make a difference. ~ Gisele
I’m sitting on the sofa watching the kid doing Wii fit. Ever so often he invites me up to show me just how out of it I am. Joy! I’ve been thinking a lot about being special…about being a star. My career is going great and that’s really cool. The thing that is more cool is having my kid want to spend some time with me. Sure, it’s him kicking my butt (he actually just used the word “sad” to describe my skills), but still, it’s the quality time. I think I’m figuring out that success isn’t all about the accolades from my peers, but the hugs from my kid. The “that’s just sad” while clapping me on the back. I saw a friend’s status update on Facebook today and I’ve decided to steal it – “I’m loving my life right now!”
Here’s to loving the life we have! Cheers y’all!
come over and we will over come that which has come over us. ~ Peter McWilliams
I’ve always had this ideal of what a perfect life should be and, like most of us, my life has not lived up to the bar I’ve set. My family is amazing. I haven’t always thought so though. As I’ve looked for perfection I couldn’t find in myself, I’ve grown close to some people, in some cases wishing they could replace my own family, but eventually, their imperfections became clear as well and so, another “family” was put on the shelf. Our families are our support system and as I’ve gotten older and become a parent myself I’ve come to realize how much they mean to me. In spite of all our imperfections and dysfunctions, they are mine. They say we are only as strong as the support we have around us and as long as I have my family, I’m practically he-man (or she-ra, or you know, whoever). It doesn’t matter if I live next door to them or half-way around the world…their love is all that matters in this world.
Here’s to family! Oh, and big congrats to my little sis who is celebrating 18 years of marriage today! Cheers y’all!
The way you see yourself will often determine how people see you. ~ Paulo Coelho
Today I read an amazing story of a survivor of the theoretical, and quickly going out of vogue, practice of attempting to “cure” people of something as innate as their eye color…their sexuality. Part of the “cure” these theorists postulate lays the blame for a person’s sexuality on their relationship with their parents. In other words, their parents were deficient in their love and therefore they had a gay child. There are those, often those who sell this snake oil (As Seen On Your TV), who say that gay people are broken. And yes, there are studies that indicate that gay people do suffer a higher rate of drug and alcohol abuse and have higher rates of suicide. I suspect the reason you see these struggles in the gay community is because of the forced internalization of homophobia – when the world around you defines you as defective and you are trained to blame your natural support system, i.e. your parents, it is to be expected that decisions are made that are harmful to one’s being. It’s a wonder that any gay person manages to survive and yet the gay people I know have not only survived, they are successful in life and love. I will never understand those who, in support of their theory, have destroyed so many families. In the scriptures it says that we are uniquely and wonderfully made. Perhaps it’s time for all of us, whether gay or straight, whatever our ethnic make-up may be, every human being, to start to walk in the knowledge that we are great and quit letting the shyster theories of some define the box we’re to live in.
Here’s to living the amazing life that is ours by virtue of who we are! Each one of us are perfect! Cheers y’all!