“Sing with me, just for today…”

Yeah, sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

~Steven Tyler

Today, I resume my Wisdom Wednesday quotes. (I first began in January of 2014… the 22nd to be specific, and stopped in July of the same year.) As I was thinking about which quote I would use today, I thought about all the Wisdom I’ve found in songs.

Dream On, “very possibly the best song ever written” (as my kids often heard me say) has been a favorite of mine since I put endless quarters in the juke box at Pizza Hut to hear it over and over again.

It is now the music on my alarm to wake me up in the morning. Tyler wrote these lyrics when he was young. I suspect they are more true for him now, than they were back then. I know they are for me. Now is all we have, so sing for whatever is going on in your life. It goes by “like dusk to dawn.”

“Just for today…” Happy Wisdom Wednesday!

Gifts for an Early Riser

As I walked my dog this morning, before dawn, the frost glittered on the grass. I began thinking about the gifts I get as a result of being an early riser. I get the quiet solitude of being the only one awake in my apartment. I get those productive hours without interruption.

I get not only glittering grass, but a glint of light from a sun just below the horizon. I get the stillness just before nature is fully awake.

I get another day.

Moving On

Today I said “buh-bye” to some more things that no longer serve me. I attended a Burning Bowl Ceremony at the spiritual center I attend. I was reminded once again that things I once cherished were the very things I needed to release.

Letting go of the past allows me to step into a new possibility, often one I had not yet imagined. Hurdles may slow me down, and change the trajectory of my life, but they do not have to stop me. I have found that it is my thoughts about events, rather than the circumstances themselves that get in my way.

Today I will release, forgive, and move on once more.

 

Blocks

As I stare at the blinking cursor,

Wondering what to say,

My writer’s block is thick,

And keeping thoughts at bay.

 

As void of thought in meditation,

I wish that I  could be,

But endless thoughts come crashing in,

Blocking my serenity.

Pumpkin Patch (Sally D’s Mobile Photography Challenge)

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Taken at a local pumkin farm with my iPhone 5S. Sally D’s Mobile Photography Challenge, Week 4: Challenger’s Choice – Still Life and Food Photography.

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This shot wasn’t as clear, as it was shot while on a hay ride, but I liked the subject matter.

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My son and I enjoyed a “caramel apple” (sliced Granny Smith apple, vanilla ice cream, nuts, and warm caramel) just before we left. I like the table and pumpkin framing this shot. The taste of the caramel apple was even better!

Tool of the Trade (Sally D’s Mobile Photography Challenge)

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Taken with my iPhone 5S.

Sally D’s Mobile Photography Challenge: Week 2, Macro.

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I liked this shot as well, especially the line, and the “clue.” It was also taken with my iPhone 5S. It is a Shure SM58, that I have recently begun using again (as well as my keyboard). Glad to be back to the weekly challenge!

Keep Getting Up

IMG_3718 (1)At a coaching luncheon I attended a couple of months ago, the speaker discussed storytelling as a coaching technique. I found a particular exercise he facilitated of great benefit to me, personally. We wrote about our lives, eventually condensing our life story down to six words. Upon completion, we meandered around the room, each of us silently holding up our story on an index card. The stories I read touched me, and the expressions on others’ faces told me that I conveyed my own story well.

Mine read, “Got knocked down. Kept getting up.”

Two years ago today, I got out of bed, meditated, and bounced on my rebounder for an hour. I taught 7th graders math all day, then attended a faculty meeting after school. A fellow teacher reminded me of something I said as we packed up our belongings to go home after that meeting.

“This job is killing me.”

As I left the building that afternoon, the trajectory of my life drastically changed. Without going into a lot of detail surrounding the accident and subsequent physical recovery, I am happy to say I survived.

The psychological fallout is another story. I admit, I didn’t understand why people with PTSD hung on to it. Living with it now, my experience is that PTSD shows up, often uninvited. I don’t think I am aware of the anniversary of the incident, yet my body reminds me. The nightmares start up again. Hypervigilance creeps back into my psyche. Then I am looking up something on the calendar, and BOOM! No wonder! It’s almost November 5th.

So back to my life story… Just as that chapter came to resolution, the surprise twist jerked me back into chaos.

Divorce.

Again.

Many dark days followed. Then I remembered…

Get up.

Get the hell up!

Now!

So I got up.

I moved into an apartment with my son. I found a tutoring student… and another… and another. I resolved not to run to the false sense of security provided by a job that would kill me, kill my spirit. I refuse to allow my business plan to die because the circumstances of my life changed. So I only take work that will support me as I grow my coaching practice.

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I joined my local professional coaching organization. In twelve weeks,
I authored my first non-fiction book, which I am now editing. A digital artist took my concept and created a logo for my business, and because she wanted to use it in her portfolio, it cost me nothing. A budding photographer did headshots for me.

Slowly but surely, I move forward.

Not only am I taking care of business, I am also taking care of my soul. I am continuing my practitioner classes at my spiritual center. I am singing again and writing lyrics. I am participating in NaNoWriMo for the first time. And Tuesdays are blocked off for my grandbabies. Life is good.

Am I going to have more difficult times? Maybe.

Am I going to get knocked down again? Probably.

Am I going to keep getting up? No doubt about it!