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5 for 5 Brain Dump – for January 16

If you don’t know what 5 for 5 Brain Dump is, Here to find out more.

We began to explore what blocks us. (Click the link above if you would like to join us!)

The prompt for the day was; My Block is Made Up Of …..

Here, in unedited, free flow writing is what I wrote.

My block is no longer made up of old sound tracks. What it is now is time/focus/eye strain. The only block I need, is my TIME BLOCK. Blocking out time for specific tasks, worked for me in the past. Then I stopped. I do not even know what the block it was that stopped me. But I took the time to make another TIME BLOCK schedule. There is a copy in my journal, on my desk, and one on my kitchen table. When I recognize that I’m straying, I need only check that schedule to get back on track.

Grateful? Yes. It feels so much better to be productive.

 

There is so much more that could be said here.

But it’s 5 minutes right?

I’ll have to return to this prompt again.

I hope you found it helpful.

 

 

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A-Ha Moment.

I’m part of a live-streaming group called the PeriGirls. (Shameless plug) They are a tribe of  over 10,00 women live streamers. I have learned SO MUCH from these women! They have activities for absolutely anything and every thing you could be interested in.

If you don’t know them you can Go Here  to find out more.

OK. Back to the A-Ha moment.

The other day, the topic of discussion for the PeriGirls was to talk about an Epiphany or A-Ha moment you have had. It was so interesting to hear other women’s stories, told in their own words.

My Epiphany or A-Ha moment came a couple of days later, and that’s what I want to tell you about.

I was watching a movie with my husband. The scene took place in a news room. A pre- cell phone news room. There were phones ringing, and ringing, and ringing. Everywhere.

A thought crossed my mind about schools. The school system. The schools I went to back in the day.

School, the place itself, the place they MAKE children go to, are by their very nature, very loud, busy, crazy noisy and chaotic.

All that noise without stopping, did the same thing to me then that it does to me now. It gives me brain fog, and makes me want to hide. The difference is that back then, I had no recourse. There was no fix. I had no idea how to make it stop, nor did I even know that something needed fixed. It’s just the way it was.

Nowadays, there are some schools of thought that say we need to teach children in the way that they are wired. That we teach to their strengths. These children feel needed, nurtured, accepted and loved.

These children, are taught that they are amazing just the way they are. They are taught that different is not bad, it’s just different. The square peg does not have to fit in the round hole, nor should we make it try to.

Thirteen years of schooling, old school style, took up until my mid fifties to untangle.

I AM fearfully and wonderfully made. I no longer need to hide. I AM made in the very image of God. God does not make junk, nor does He make mistakes. He wired me how He wanted be to be wired. He knew my days before I had even one of them.

Guess what?

He knows you that way too – Ponder that for a while!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Thought I Would Write Today

I thought I would write today. Today at this moment. I thought I would write. I thought I would blog. I thought I would write. I thought I would blog. Not sure about what, but today, I did both.

I read a friends post today that was about wanting to write. But not sure what people would think.

Lately, I say I don’t really care what people think. The truth of the matter is that I do care. We all care. The trick is to go on ahead and do our thing anyway.

2017 brought me to many friends that I’ve never met in person. Since I’ve never met them in person, I can’t read their body language, so my brain tells me all sorts of stuff.

“They don’t really like you… They tolerate you… What else can they do?”

I’ve had these conversations with myself before about my “Real” friends. Those fears have been successfully conquered.

There is no real difference is there?

“Get over yourself…. Stop being a pest…Who do you think you are?”

The old soundtrack plays yet one more time.

Here is where I settled, for today at least.

I’ll speak my truth. People can deal with me, or not. It’s their choice.

My people, real or online, will love me just the same.

 

Brain Fog or Sinus Congestion?

Hello to all.

What I am experiencing this week is one of two things;

It’s either brain fog or severe sinus congestion.

Either way, things are running a tad slow upstairs.

So rather than just medicate, sit and wait it out, I thought I’d medicate, sit and read some old journals.

It’s always quite fun to see what you forgot you wrote.

I thought I’d share one or two of those writings with you this week.

It could turn into a foggy congested kind of thing or you could really enjoy it.

I’ll let you be the judge.

Here goes; from August 6, 2017.

When I Live With My Eyes Open I see …

When I live with my eyes open, I see trees. Green. Trees of every shade. I see trees with no leaves. Boney fingers reaching up into the sky, pointing out the clouds, and the birds, and the other trees. Those clouds I see can be anything I imagine them to be.

When I live with my eyes open I see people, where I was. People lost. Without a plan or a purpose, or someone to guide them. When my eyes are open I see their sadness, their emptiness, and their pain.

But with my eyes open, I can be that guide to gently show them how to be free.

It took me a while, but it was worth it, this living with my eyes open.

I am most grateful for sight, both physical and spiritual.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About Bridges

Bridges come in many shapes and sizes.

Each built to withstand the elements surrounding it.

Simple beam bridges, may only cross a stream or a gully too difficult to traverse, and are seldom longer than 250 feet.

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A truss bridge is a superstructure meant to carry heavy loads.

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A cantilever bridge stretches over the obstacle, is only attached on the ends, and raises in the middle to allow for larger loads to go UNDER.

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An arch bridge carries the weight of traffic through the abutments on either side. These bridges are strong enough to carry trains.

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Tied arch bridges, or bow string bridges are constructed a bit differently, and the weight is carried through tension in the bottom cord of the bridge.

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Suspension bridges are suspended from cables. The earliest ones being ropes and vines. The cables hang from towers that are built deep into the ground below the bridge.

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Cable-stayed bridges, like suspension bridges, are held up by cables, but have less cables, and taller towers.

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But my very favorite bridge  of all is the Gospel bridge. It’s the one that God provided for us. It is built with eternity in mind. It bridges a gap that I can’t jump. I’m thankful to have a path to choose. One that is strong enough to carry a load that I could never bare.

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5 for 5 Brain Dump – From December 5

If you don’t know what 5 for 5 Brain Dump is, Here to find out more.

The prompt on December 5th was;

When I trust the process I ….

5 minutes, here’s what happened.

When I trust the process …

… I no longer carry the weight of OMG – What if it doesn’t work?

… I watch as my ideas unfold and take shape.

… I am often surprised at the direction my thoughts take.

… I recognize the freedom that God has given me. To process by writing, speaking,    singing, asking questions. By being very quiet with no expectation needed.

… I am free to express my ANY thing that burns in my heart. (like my daughter Mary does)

Fearless. Expressive. Free. Unchained.

I am most grateful for this process.

It keeps me trusting, open, and free of the childhood mess that entrapped me for most of my years.

This is the end of my 5 minutes. Even here, believing every bit I’ve said, I was tempted to edit.

But that is not the process of the 5 for 5 Brain Dump.

And I choose to trust the process.

 

Considering 2018

I’ve been considering 2017. Maybe you have been too.

2017 began with big ideas.

Much has happened, but really none of it as expected.

This is not especially a bad thing though.

I learned more about connection… And met a really great group to connect with. (PeriGirls you Rock!)

I learned about writers block… I am in good company, and there is hope.

I  learned more about goals… They are good, but reaching them isn’t the most important thing, showing up is.

I learned about judgement… Judging and not judging. It not only hurts others, it hurts me too. Maybe even more.

I learned more about inner peace… Sensing when it’s gone and how to get it back.

I learned about safe, quiet places… And a little about how to create them for others.

 

In July of 2008 on my original blog, I wrote about recognizing these small steps…..

Small Packages

It seems I still wait for that big “car in the driveway with a bow on top” kind of communication with God. When really, His packages are smaller, and quieter, and more frequent than that. Small packages of applications for each day. Just left by the door. My prayer – to notice them when I open it. (the door)

 

Beloveds – In 2018 – Keep showing up – See each small step as a gift, waiting by your door.