“The Freedom to Be Me”
America, the land of the free. Who wouldn’t want to live in a country where they could say, “I’m free to be me?” Is that not why our own ancestors came to this country in the first place? To live their lives in a way that would fulfill their potential and personal calling from God? But freedom is not merely entitled to those who come to America. The source of freedom was given to us by God from the very beginning when he created us in likeness. He taught and continues to guide us through his example. That through our thoughts, words, and actions we create the world we live in, the country, the family all the way down to ourselves. Freedom is not just a word. It is nothing without choice. That choice is like the stone you toss into the still waters, it creates a ripple effect and touches everything around you. So, while the freedom to be me is a beautiful God-given gift. It also comes with a great responsibility not just to the people around me but to this great big wonderful world I live in. The real power of freedom begins with you and me right where we find ourselves…now. So, on this special day of freedom and independence maybe we could all take a moment to pause and ask ourselves, am I adding to the better-good of all through my thoughts words and actions? Or could I make a new commitment on this 4th of July to do the best I can to forgive and love one another as God first loved us? I’m in! How about you?
There is not only an infectious love fever going around this time of year with Valentine Day on the horizon, but spring fever is in the air as well. They both involve one big symptom, LOVE, and with all the flu and viruses going around this is one feverish infection I don’t mind catching.
While the Valentine cards we get in the mail will come and go, the gardening magazines and seed catalog’s will give us something longer lasting to read through, plan with, and dream about. We could all use a few dreams of sunshine and warmer weather about now, don’t you agree?
It was my Dad who taught me the love of gardening, but it was a special friend who taught me how the love of gardening could be compared to friendship. In a card she sent me many years ago she wrote that, “Friends are like flowers in the garden of life.” She taught me that our friendships need the same care and nurturing that our gardens do if we want them to continue blooming.
Every year at this time I think of her as my garden magazine’s and seed catalogs come in the mail. It’s a time not only to plan my gardens, but also to check-in with how well I’ve been nurturing and tending my friendships.
Whether it’s the love of your honey, family, friends or the things you enjoy doing where there is love everything in life blossoms .
This is dedicated to you my dear friend…Denise.
I was up till 12 last night writing. I was on a roll and didn’t want to stop. Then I got up early to do yoga in the loft of the barn with Didi. She’s a gentle soul that just seemed to have a calming affect on me.
I hung around in the loft after we were done and journaled for a bit until breakfast was ready downstairs. I sat with two other ladies, Liz who took me under her wing the first day I got here. She’s been very encouraging and helpful directing me toward supportive networks and books to read on how to write memoir. Then there’s Carmine who reached out to me introducing herself and always pulling me into the conversation making me feel a part of the people here. All 3 ladies are leaving today. I shall miss them, but they’ve helped to get me off to a good start as I feel more comfortable meeting the new people coming in.
Today will be my 3rd full day here, and I can’t say enough about how at home I feel. They do everything they can to make you comfortable. For instance, I’m short as some of you already know. So, my desk is too high, my chair too low. So we tried a few chairs to on for size. They were all too low. Then we tried some different tables, and they were still too high. Finally we found a chair and it was…just right…as Goldilocks said after trying out all the furniture in the three bears house. Lol
Speaking of bears there’s all kinds of story’s about bears around here. One lady heard something rubbing up against her cabin and was afraid to look out the window.
She later learned from the lady staying next to her that she did indeed see a bear walking between their cabins. Yikes! Maybe staying in the lodge isn’t such a bad thing after all.
I started to go for a walk down a path until it became too enclosed on both sides by the woods. I chickened out and turned around thinking I might look like a plump juicy treat to one of those bears.
The word is that no ones every been attacked by one yet. I think I’ll play it safe anyway and stay close to my surroundings.
You can say any foolish thing to a dog, and the dog will give you a look that says,
“My God, you’re right! I never thought of that!” -Dave Berry
Silence is one of the golden threads in the tapestry of our friendship.
Mindfulness is the needle that weaves the threads of thought together.
How we think,listen and respond determines how bright our friendships shine.
Today I had a visit from a friend.
As I opened the door came a gentle wind,
And the smell of spices followed her in.
I was reminded of the years that have passed us by.
The things she taught me that I could never deny.
How could I forget the herbs and spices of life.
How to grow them and use them for their treasured delight.
These are the things that she taught me to do.
To simple wear earrings if nothing else.
And how to make strawberry jam to put on the shelf.
How to share the good times as well as the bad.
To be who you are even when you’re feeling sad.
Our friendship has weathered the many years gone by.
As we tasted the herbs and spices of life.
And who could forget the shared glasses of wine
For these are the things that get better with time,
and I’m grateful to call you a friend of mine.
I have the kindest most gracious people in my life. If I could compare them to anything I’d say they’re like an Oreo cookie. They are good all around, but the best part of them comes from the inside.
I was thinking about my various friends the other day and how different each one is. They add spice to my life, and while some spices don’t mix so well it doesn’t matter because I choose them for how they enhance my life not each other’s.
In so doing we validate one another for who we are, and it gives us the freedom to be true to ourselves as well. But it’s true that not everyone is going to like us or understand us. And you know what, that’s ok too. We don’t have to spend our life trying to be for others what we think they want us to be. There’s not much we can do about that. Friendships do require effort, but they shouldn’t feel hard to hold together. So why not put your efforts where they are the most appreciated. Friendships shouldn’t be hard, and if they are then there’s not much understanding to work with.