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Expectations and Gratitude

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Today’s prompt is xp. We’re to use it as a word. ???? Wait. I don’t know what xp means as a word. I asked my hubby and he doesn’t know either, so I’m going to use it in a word or two since that is also an option.

I’ve been SOOOO busy moving back in to the renovated house. The bathroom door is still not here. We could put up the old bathroom door, but it wouldn’t look right. And I EXPECTED they would’ve had it – the new door – put in a long time ago. The excuse was something about it being a special door to match the other doors in the hallway.  This project was started back in SEPTEMBER! Anyway, not having a bathroom door has been interesting. When they were still working on the house, my friend had to stand guard. Crazy stuff. And when it’s just me and my hubby… I don’t know if I like the word hubby. When it’s just the two of us (and the dogs) there is a new level of intimacy with not having a bathroom door.  Not with the dogs. They don’t care.

Tomorrow, which is Saturday, since I’m typing this Friday night, I’ll be priming the walls in the spare bedroom. Then Sunday, I hope to add color – elfin sage – like the bathroom. Poor door-less bathroom. The door is finally in (somewhere in this city), but the guy who puts in these special doors isn’t going to do it until Monday or Tuesday.  Well, we’ve been this long…. Oh the things we take for granted. I won’t take this new bathroom door for granted for a long time.

Experience tells me things will eventually get back to something like normal. A lot of our stuff is still at my parents’ house. Why do I have so many books?! Books, books, and more books. I’ve gotten rid of some – donated mostly – but there are still so many. I love them. But where will they go? I will figure it out.  Maybe by the end of the year, things will be organized, and I will have sold my parents’ house. That is what I expect.

Expect a miracle. That’s on a T shirt I inherited from my mom. I’m expecting a miracle in a nice way. Not in a “You better give me a miracle, God,” way.  Gratitude. That will help. Gratitude always helps. I bet there are  a lot of people in the world who don’t even have a bathroom.  Probably more than we might think. So I will not complain that I only have one bathroom. That has been the case for most of my 63 years. I am thankful for my one elfin sage bathroom (with its earthy tiles) which will soon have a door.  I’m also thankful for toilet paper.

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An earlier stage, before the shower curtain, etc.

PS. I regret being absent for Thursday Tree Love and WATWB, and being slow to read and respond. But I’ve had to put some things on hold or just skip a few things to work on the house. I do appreciate your patience and friendship here in Bloglandia. I expect to be back more regularly in the future.  May your Saturday be full of peace, joy, and wonderful things!

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2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. I will post the prompt here on my blog every Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The,’” or will simply be a single word to get you started.

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One-Liner Wednesday: Gratitude Makes Sense of Our Past

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“Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow.”

Melody Beattie

I thought I knew all the stages of grief.

But there’s always more to learn.

 I never understood the role of  bargaining in my divorce.

I don’t remember begging, though I did ask “Why?”

wandering around in shock.

The counselor said the marriage could be saved

unless there were other lovers –

then it wouldn’t work.

The other woman had been my friend

before the bottom fell out.

There was no checking in.

No sisterhood.

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I used to think  guilt was a stage of grief,

guilt the companion of bargaining,

guilt who knows where I live.

Maybe if I’d been more attentive,

 more docile, more playful…

I thought I was doing a good job

for the two decades tossed away.

Why? Why? Why? ad infinitum….,

(until now.)

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Anger got lost in depression,

the depression I tried to swallow,

but it kept coming back up.

Or I’d stuff it in a drawer and forget about it

until I went looking for that purple scarf

and it grabbed me around the throat

and threw me on the bed.

 I couldn’t get up

but I could roll over and slide down

to put my knees on the floor.

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All the while I wrestled with depression,

anger lurked nearby growing into a boulder of resentment

blocking my path to happiness.

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But where was this acceptance I kept hearing about?

I had no idea.

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It wasn’t until forgiveness

finally got a foot in the door

and started chipping away at resentment,

that acceptance had a chance to work.

It was forgiveness that opened a path for love.

Love of self. Love of family. Love of life.

And finally when the time was right,

Love from another.

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Now, after all these years, I’ve awakened

to another stage:

Gratitude.

Eighteen years ago I would have never believed it possible

to be grateful for my divorce.

But if the first marriage had not died,

if the other woman had not been there,

I would not have been set free.

Free to fall.

Free to flounder.

Free to fly.

Free to find myself again.

Free to be found.

Happy Thanksgiving!

 

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Update: Gratitude, Books, and Bees

First, I want to let you know how much I appreciate you, my followers and readers. Sometime in May, I passed 2000 followers! What a surprise! It seems these things happen when I’m not watching the numbers. I wish I could read every post of every follower, and while that might be possible, life calls me to a variety of responsibilities and adventures. I do enjoy learning about people from all over the world as we share our ideas, hopes and dreams. Thank you for your patience and your support!

♥ ♥ ♥

Next up, my story, “I Almost Gave Up on Romance,” is now available in

The Miracle of Love. 

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I’d submitted stories to Chicken Soup for the Soul twice before, but they weren’t accepted. Another reminder to persevere!  As I begin reading The Miracle of Love, I’m finding the stories rejuvenating and easy-to-read.

If you’d like the juicy (and mostly clean) details of my story, just click on my book, Trust the Timing, up on the right side bar for more information.

 

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And now to the BEES!

A little while ago I mentioned about the bees in the wall at my church and our plan to bring them to our backyard. It took a couple of weeks to get everything ready including putting up a fence around the bee area to keep Doodle out. Then we had to wait for the rain to stop. During that waiting, David noticed fewer bees coming out of holes in the brick and wondered if they’d “swarmed” to a new location.

On Monday, he opened up the wall while I handed him stuff and took pictures.

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Dave reaches into the wall

Once David opened up another section of wall, he discovered there were only a only few hundred bees and no brood. Most hives have several thousand bees. The original hive had swarmed. The bees present were likely “robber” bees from another hive attracted to the remaining honey. I prefer to think of them as scavenger bees doing a job.

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David vacuumed the bees out of the wall with a very gentle vacuum he built himself.  The inside of the hose was smooth which is extremely important for bee survival. I’d been worried about this common procedure, but it worked.

Since this collection of bees was not really a hive (there was no queen), David decided to let them go. When he opened the box outside, hundreds of bees immediately flew away – hopefully to their own hive. A small group hung around getting their bearings, but went home before dark.

Being an aspiring vegan, I’m not 100% comfortable with this whole process, though it is interesting. David, who jokes about being allergic to fun, greatly enjoys working with bees. He had fun even though he didn’t get to bring home a hive. So I’m supporting him in this interest and learning a lot about bees myself. Besides, the  bees could not stay in our church wall, especially since our music director is allergic to them. The more I learn about bees, the more I appreciate them. As pollinators, they are part of a wonderful system and responsible for most of the food we eat.

Here’s a moving video about compassion for one special bee.


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All About Gratitude: A Review of DigiThanks

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When I get caught up in the mundane and crazy stuff of every day life, we might forget to be thankful. When I do stop and think about what I’m thankful for, or better yet, make a gratitude list, life is better. I am better.

DigiThanks helps me remember to be grateful for the people and blessings in my my life. When Sedi asked me to review the Instagram page, I was a little hesitant only because I’m not active on Instagram. But when I visited the page,  I enjoyed the smiles and reading the thank you notes from all over the world. DigiThanks is all about gratitude, something the whole world needs more of. Filled with simple wisdom, inspiring quotes, and a diversity of thank you stories from the heart,  DigiThanks lifts my spirits. I hope it will lift yours, too. It’s definitely worth checking out this joyful instagram page and blog.

https://www.instagram.com/digithanks/?hl=en

Never underestimate the power of gratitude!


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How Gratitude Healed My Loneliness

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(From my November newsletter)

They say laughter is the best medicine. But the medicine of gratitude reaches deeper into our hearts. Giving thanks for what we have creates positive energy all around us. Gratitude brings more blessings, maybe not right away, but soon.

In my lonely years, I wanted a partner who would be a good fit: respectful, dog-loving, spiritual… My longing softened toward acceptance and even joy when I started to give thanks for what I already had – friends, family, job, home, and that God had a plan for my life. Even though it took a while for my partner to find me, being thankful made me feel better, especially when I made a written list or gave thanks out loud. It helped me realize that my life was good, even without a partner. One of the messages in Trust the Timing, is that we need to be mostly okay as individuals before we can have a healthy relationship. When my partner found me, he shared his own habit of giving thanks at the end of every day. I wonder if gratitude helped lead us back to each other when the time was right.

Every challenge holds an opportunity for thankfulness. I can get overwhelmed by the tasks related to my father’s death in January. Sorting through the things that once belonged to my parents is still hard. But I am thankful for the timing. Dad died right after I retired from my stressful job, so I have time to deal with the physical tasks and the emotional grief. When I miss my parents, I can be thankful that they are together now and don’t miss each other anymore.

Not only can gratitude help us feel better emotionally, it’s good for us physically. Many studies have discovered a connection between gratitude and wellness. This article shows that being thankful is good for our hearts.

I am thankful for you, my readers, for your support and encouragement.
May you have an abundance of blessings to be thankful for now and in the days ahead.

 

 Trust the Timing,
A Memoir of Finding Love Again

makes a great gift for
lonely hearts,
soulmate searchers,
dog lovers,
children of the 70s,
and anyone who likes a happy ending.

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Please click here.

Happy Thanksgiving!


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Just Another Wave of Grief

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I used to be good at math.

Now, the numbers get tangled up

With tax brackets and grief

Falling from my family tree

To cover the ground

Like dried up stars.

I have so much to be thankful for.

So much to be thankful for.

So much to be thankful for:

A good man who loves me

Who came before my father died,

That retirement gives me time

To deal with all this….

Is this just another wave of grief?

Holidays on the horizon?

Feeling my feelings more easily?

Now that I don’t have to be strong

All the time?

Is it just grief and the new role

as the senior family member

Against the backdrop of

All I have to be thankful for.

All I have to be thankful for.

All I have to be thankful for.

It must be time for a gratitude list.

(I started writing this Monday night and feel better now with some perspective.)

 


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Awesome Stories 335

Mother Earth can heal, but we have to give her a chance with time and medicine (as in compost), and we will dance with gratitude among the trees. Those are some clues about these awesome stories from Brad at “Writing to Freedom.”

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This week Awesome Stories brings you forest regeneration, Medicine Baba, growing gratitude, and dancing.

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This story warms my heart and gives me hope for the future. Twenty years ago, a couple donated a forested piece of land in exchange for orange peels and pulp for some deforested land. It turned out to be one of the best things they’ve ever done and a huge boon for climate change. This simple solution might be a game changer for climate change. After the initial shock of how well the forest had regrown, studies showed that not only did the forest grow faster and healthier, but it absorbed CO2 11 times faster than old-growth forests. This simple change of redirecting food waste to deforested land could dramatically reduce both landfill waste and CO2 growth in one simple solution.

Medicine Baba

This is a great story of how one person can make a difference. Touched…

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