Let it Snow - my Recap

So I know that many may not want the white, cold, fluffy stuff but I could not be any happier. I know, most people may think I’m a loon, but I love snow. Spring is just around the corner and, while I can’t wait for that great moment when green is back around, I wouldn’t mind just a bit more winter wonderland. This weekend, as I spent it visiting family, I was reminded just how much fun sitting around drinking hot cocoa and looking out into the frozen world was really about.

In other news, busy seems to be the ‘mot du jour’ as I continue to freelance in marketing and communication projects with great success.

I have been ridding myself of many of my attachments and am proud to say my dehoarding efforts are way on target with a plethora of shredded useless docs recycled, junk thrown away, and boxes full of Good Will objects ready for new families to put to use.

I have been painting some and nurturing my artistic side and can honestly say it is a welcome distraction and immersion into something bigger than me. It is a freeing experience that has given me the opportunity to pull away from those things that hinder and bring down into something great and full of wonder…I hope to share some more of this with you all...we shall see.

Recently, I read the Letter to Artists by Pope John Paul II and his words from 1999 still stand true as he so beautifully spoke about the importance of the nurture of our artistic side since

"through art, one finds beauty in our humanity."

I have also been volunteering some more and just spent sometime helping at a soup kitchen. It was such a blast and can't wait for the next one. It reminded me of my Retreat days when I was in college.




Well friends, this has been a treat...until next time...g'Day. :)

Emotions

Today I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I knew it because nothing felt right. Internally, I felt unbalanced and irritated by the smallest of things…the iron sputtering oddly on my clothes, me not getting up in time to make my lunch, feeling tired after a full night’s rest, many many irritating functions of life.

My walk to the bus and the ride was peaceful yet, inside, there was that feeling that nothing was calming me down…

I felt like when my niece had choleric and there was nothing: ABSOLUTELY nothing that could calm her down. She cried and cried without the possibility of being sated.

So I have decided I have Onset Adult Choleric (which is way better than when I typed the malapropism--cholera before; for if that were the case, of course I wouldn’t be in the happiest of moods).

As I devise a way to deal with these strong emotions, I can’t help but picture an adult dealing with these in the way a child does…on the floor screaming, incessant wailing, feet stomping, arms flailing…tears, sputum, and mucus oozing out… a child-like tantrum…a hurricane of emotions…an embarrassment…

But a fulfilling end to the rage bottled up with no way out.

So no, as tempting as it may be, I will not turn to this form of delicious embarrassment for solace.

Yet, just the thought of it makes me feel better.

I have found ways to deal with this and many times it turns into running and exercising which is good as it kills two birds with one stone by use of my just invented emotions-to-exercise formula which is the inverse of the eat-your-emotions formula (oh dang I think I’m on to something)

The second way to deal with this…insert odd and weird action here…

Screaming…I did this on my run last week. On my run in the morning (in 16 degree weather) I stopped to look at Lake Michigan, its waves crashing on the edge of the path I was on. I stopped to marvel at its strength and in my Tarzan state, and since no one was around, my emotions, vocal chords and lungs fused to create the catalyst to my fulfillment.

So on we tread in life and when all else fails, run, scream…

…or write about it since this too seems to have helped me immensely.

2011 Bring it On!

So New Year's was great with dinner and peeps and an improv group birthday sing a long by all those who attended the show 2 minutes before the New Year Countdown...thanks ALL..even if you didn't know me.

As I realize how daunting it may be to be at the bottom of the mountain, I look foward to the climb...step by step sometimes walking, other times running, while other times just standing to rest or in awe...

I'm ready: shoes tied; backpack tight and stocked for the climb of 2011.

Good luck on your climb friends. I pray it is a good climb and that we may find ourselves together on it at some point to eat, rest, and enjoy the view.