Friday, January 22, 2016

The Broken Heart's Jar

This isn't my usual thing, but it's something that just came out one day, and I kind of liked it.



I broke something today-
Something that didn't belong to me.
I held it tenderly close for so long, 
As long as I could.
Was it years?
Decades?
Surely longer.
Though now it seems it was mere minutes as I look upon its pieces 
Unintentionally shattered at my feet.
I don't remember ever feeling stronger,
Or so completely powerless.
And now I'm left staring blankly at the inevitable, heartbreaking destruction of it all.

But then, that must be the way of it.
As you grow in your own strength,
You release the burdens others place upon you;
To stand tall in the confidence you have painstakingly built.
I carried your "could haves," "should haves," and "would haves"
Day after endless day,
Always making more of it than you meant.
And in the end, 
It was my heart and my life
Or yours.

Southern Snow

Be gentle when teasing those of us south of the Mason-Dixon for our Chicken Little approach to snow!  Of course we close schools & shut down businesses for a couple of inches of the white stuff!  Obviously, the very mention of a blustery two foot accumulation will send us dashing to the store in a panic to strip its shelves bare of milk, bread, eggs, water... and wine.  Snow and icy covered roads strike tremendous fear into the darkest corners of our souls.

But do you understand why??

It’s true that winter storms occur infrequently in the southeastern states, but our reason for the tizzy is about much more than just not being accustomed to it. Cities, like Atlanta, are not equipped to handle a Snow-pocalypse, as we all witnessed last year, nor would it be in their best interest to prepare and budget yearly for a team of snow plows and the like for such weather!  The further south you go, the less likely it is that snow shovels, salt, or any other snow-battling weaponry will even be available to find at your friendly neighborhood Wal-Mart or Home Depot.  Why would they stock their shelves with such things in the unlikely event that a blizzard would strike that year?  Also, though I’m no engineer, I’d be willing to bet that the construction of the buildings and roads of our charming Southern townships considers warmer weather in its structure planning for safety rather than cold, possibly making them ill-suited for plunging temperatures and the destructive powers of ice.

Yes, we know you northerners laugh at us for having a slightly higher ambient temperature and an inability to drive in ice and snow.  Although, I must point out the false confidence in your own winter driving abilities often astounds me with its disastrous endings. Perhaps news coverage of such accidents is the source of our southern fear. In any case, we don’t mind being the butt of your jokes.  In fact, I always find a good little giggle in the sad truth of your winter memes.  

Just remember, when temperatures soar to the not-quite triple digits this summer and your area issues an extreme heat advisory, striking fear into your own hearts, the tables will turn and we will all have a good laugh on you.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Wait. Quietly.


This is no small thing I seek.
And so I will simply do as I’m told.

Wait.
Quietly.

It was in the stillness of an evening a few nights back that these words came to me, reverberating in the deafening silence as a critical answer to a question I’ve been forced to ask.

Waiting isn’t foreign to me. I am a military wife. We are forever and always waiting on something. In fact, I’m fairly certain “hurry up and wait” is the unofficial motto every military family has displayed in fridge-magnet form or cross-stitched neatly on a pillow. If not, we should. And though I’m typically not so keen to just wait, and certainly not patiently, this particular time, the words echoed through my body with the soothing warmth only peace can offer- a sensation these restless bones haven’t known for far too long.

Still, I questioned.

No, it wasn’t the “wait,” but the “quietly” that tripped me up. So, what did I do? I went straight to the online dictionary for the cliché writer’s definition search...

quietly- adv. 1. Making no noise or sound, especially no disturbing sound. 2. Free, or comparatively free, from noise.

Quietly. Not still. Not patiently. Not even silently.
Wait quietly.

Ok. My mission, should I choose to accept it… free from expressive noises of great excitement or grievance, I will move through my days in productive pursuit of the tasks at hand and tackle each one with a content heart. I will live and love each moment… and I will wait. I will wait faithful that in its time, this seemingly non-answer answer will work itself out. I will allow that initial peace to fill me and replace the sneaky doubt that creeps in with the passing of time.

I have my work cut out for me.

Wait.
Quietly.

Mission accepted.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Domino Toppler Extraordinaire


"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

I don't get that question much anymore, because, well... I'm 36. Grown. But don't you know, it still applies!I wear many of those proverbially hats people are always going on about. First and foremost, you can label me the typical wife & mother, of the "stay home" variety. We'll throw "tattooed and sometimes scandalously clad homeschooling momma" in there together, just to be more specific, and because it's fun to see the look of surprise on people's faces when slaying their vision of the stereotypical, sheltered homeschool type. That makes me a teacher, too, though I tutor more than my own spawn. And because that's not enough to keep my two hands occupied, I've passionately adopted the title of small business owner, times 2, making gourmet jams & jellies with my best friend, and building my own little branch of the most fabulous health & wellness company 'round these parts. Together, these make up only a small portion of the dreams I'm setting out to realize. My desire is to be the the most eclectic combination of all these professions, as well as yoga instructor, farmer, and writer. Interesting fusion, right?

Its a mouthful of an answer, too, so I've invented a better, all encompassing title, however vaguish it might be. For the sake of simplicity, and because I doubt the defining of who I am will stop with merely these fine adventures, I've chosen to designate my pursuits and achievements under the title of...

Domino Toppler.


That's right! I'm gonna set those little dominoes up one at a time, and then I'll knock 'em all down, insuring that each falls right into its perfect place, creating the flawless masterpiece of the run. I'm fully expecting crazy looks when entertaining anyone who dares ask what I do, but at the very least it would be an interesting conversation & far better than the "jill-of-all-trades" response. 

Further more, the one thing I've learned in life, and will be passing on to my unsocialized weirdos, is this... I define who I am, and I don't concern myself with the likes of titles others bestow upon me.

Monday, January 18, 2016

Dear Dr. King, I Stand With You




How great the courage to fight hate, frustration, and pain with love, patience, and light! 

As the sun rose setting the frosty morning ablaze with color more than warmth, I contemplated the comments and quotes posted in honor of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr, and I was reminded of a journal entry of my own reflection from June 2015...

"As a child, a teen, and even as a young adult, I spent so much of my time seeking love and searching for evidence of others love for me in their actions and; their words. I offered my heart freely, maybe even too much, but I realized there seemed to be error in my offering. My focus always came back to how or how much I was loved in return rather than how I was loving others. It always left me broken-hearted and the relationship worse for the wear. While I certainly believe it, like all things requires a balance of both, because loving yourself is important, too, if not paramount, I do my best to love differently now. I strive to love people for who they are, where they are, and in the ways that I am capable, with no conditions and no expectations of reciprocation."

I can only hope that my actions reflect daily this very expression in every relationship- with family, friend, or, stranger- for I believe this world would do well to remember that respect and love can be, and should be given no matter the differences that exist between us in religion, political view, lifestyle, culture, or any other station. I stand in honor of Dr. King today and everyday to say that I, too, am sticking with love.

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Fancy the Orchid



She was hidden behind giant leaves of green in the back corner of the department; a shelf of discounts that had lost their bloom. I caught sight of her, my favorite flora, and saw beyond the sunburnt leaves and lack of flower. Though certainly not in need of another of her kind, I scooped her up instantly, examined her, and placed her in my cart.

My husband playfully rolled his eyes at me when I brought her home and painstakingly debated which spot she would fill. I know he doesn't get it, nor do my children, who giggle and tease me. "How many do you have now, Mom?" But I can laugh with them. It is joy she and the others bring, even in the wisecracks.

Mere weeks after her rescue (because I am quite dramatic after all), with tender care & filtered light, this healthy girl is recovering beautifully with new growth- leaves, roots, & even an elusive stem. Her leaves still bear the scars of neglect, but soon no one will be able to see past her blossoms. And when those have bloomed & faded, she will still have a home to thrive and flower again in her time.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Love the Sting


Don't you love the very feeling of being alive? I have found that thrill this week in a few unusual places; ones that are generally points of complaint for some people, as my Facebook Newsfeed will attest, but at the risk of sounding completely off my rocker, I thought I'd share this and maybe challenge you to check your perspective, too. 
This week, I dove figuratively face first back into my typical health and fitness routine. It was back to a better controlled regimen of food consumption and intense, sweaty exercise after a vacation of choices that *mostly* reflected my lifestyle changes with a few not-so-much that left me feeling sluggish. It pains me to even admit it, but I am still learning on my journey to better health awareness after all. This trip only reminded me of why I have made the changes that I have, and reinforced my feelings of not "missing out" when I choose not to indulge in foods my body no longer craves, like fast food and donuts. So, I'm back home with lessons learned and ready to practice them... off to the gym I went, well fueled and ready to kick it into high gear.
Two days and three intense workouts later, I awoke this morning with every muscle in my body tingling with that delicious, post-awesome-workout soreness. And YES, I find it delicious! I wouldn't dare have you think I'm complaining... it is one of the best feelings in the world to me and far outweighs the pains I had while being overweight. With every gentle stretch to loosen up the tightness comes a twinge of soreness, and with it a sharp reminder that I am alive and that my body is capable of amazing things.
Don't like my example of working out? Well, I've got another one for you! How about the bitter cold winter that has rolled in with the icy daggers we like to call wind? Can you find the the joy of life in it? Go take a walk outside. Meander around the neighborhood or take a stroll in the park. It will most certainly leave you chilled to the bones, but love it or hate it, does that cold not leave you feeling so alive? Even if you find it miserable, the sting on your exposed face and the numbness in your fingers and toes- the very craving of warmth is proof of life, is it not?
Ok, so maybe I've gotten a little carried away, but my point is this... I refuse to take one bit, one second, no matter how mundane or painful, for granted, and I hope you don't either. Life is too short to do anything but appreciate the fact that you're living it, so find the joy and live it well.