i am oceans away but send her all of my love. she has always been a beacon of light in my life. her kind heart and generous spirit took care of me when i was little and would get ill but my mom needed to go to work. when i was older, spending the night at her apartment was what i looked forward to most. i would arrive and be greeted with the scents of all my favorite foods. one time, i asked her, "ma, what do you do to make your food taste so good?" "oh, i just stir in a little love," she would answer. we would have long talks about life over hot cups of tea. we would find something funny on the tv and both break into marathon fits of laughter that would bring us both to tears. she was a welcomed presence at every major moment in my life. and was the shoulder i collapsed on after hearing the news of the loss of my father - and registering what that meant. she was a lighthouse that helped me find my way back through the dark forest of grief. she listened during the times i had no words but couldn't yet go home. she walked the rim of the grand canyon with me answering my string of questions about her youth and her life. she welcomed my pirates with the grandest of smiles the day she met them.
she is loved dearly by many and cared for selflessly by my sweet aunt. while i carry her in my heart daily, today she holds such a special place. i am so grateful for your presence in my life, i am sending you all my love, ma!!
happiest of birthdays to you xoxoxo
gratitude. it's more than just something i think about during the month of november. it is a tool that allows me the space and patience to make it through my day. it is the anchor i drop in the swirling waters of the madness the world seems to be swimming in currently. it is the mantra to my breath when i need to stop and refocus...to shift perspective...to move forward.
i wish i could tell you i have this lovely gratitude practice, but i don't. it's sporadic, some days it comes merely so as not to hit the wall of desperation. other days, it's a practice i spend some time and effort to quietly cultivate. i have a small journal and some nights i will record three things i am grateful for. some nights, they are large and encompassing and other days it falls to the simple things. as i flip through my little journal...some times it simply is a deep breath. some nights i am just too tired to look at the journal, so i count gratitude out on my fingertips. regardless of how it shows up, it is what i consider every night before falling sleep.
way back when, when i was a young figure skater, i met Scott Hamilton. he was a champion and at our rink to participate in our show. i was dressed up in my costume walking towards the ice as he passed me and asked directions. i answered and then stopped dead in my tracks realizing who i had just encountered. after the show, our skate club had a bbq and he was there relaxing and enjoying a meal. i stood behind him so someone could take a picture, wanting not to disturb him. once he realized i was there, he called me over, put his arm around me and took a proper photo. not at all bothered. i was awe struck. it's a moment i remember and cherish still all these many years later.
being a competitive skater at the time of Scott Hamilton's competitive career, i was familiar with his story and admired his attitude. i recall reading somewhere that the simple (but powerful) word "yes" was something he repeated over to himself during a tough practice or competition. it is a mantra i have borrowed many times over in my own life after hearing about it.
i came across this story today and it spoke straight to my heart. we all face disappointment and loss in our lives. but it is our attitude in the face of it that can be the game changer.
at a vey low point in my life, during a time when i did not think 'getting up' possible. those around me whispered it to me and it was the rope that eventually led me back.
get up. we will all fall, or life will knock us down. but how we change our story, our self talk, our attitude...is in the way we respond to those simple but powerful words...get up.
#getup, thank you Scott!
today, i am splashing through puddles in my rainboots as i dash in from one stop and back out to another - toting a small pirate to the studio to practice
today, i am finding comfort in a grey, rainy day with low slung clouds misting the top of the mountains
today, i am seeing beauty in the concentric circled ripples created from the falling rain above
today, i am exhaling loudly with a sigh - as it just feels more appropriate that way this afternoon
today, i am inhaling gratitude for far away friends who call, text, connect and made me smile - your friendship is such a gift
today, i am imagining the sound of passing cars on the street instead as that of rolling waves - and stay there in my mind
today, i am breathing in life's tiny details and holding them close like sacred treasure
gratitude...it's a word we throw around a lot these days, but i think it's one that's worth its weight. by viewing life through the lens of gratitude, we conjure the capacity to shift, expand, and to evolve in rather profound ways.
if you don't know where to begin with the whole gratitude thing, this is a good starting point.
and michelle is hosting a week to pause and focus on just this. feel free to give it a try, in whatever way feels best for you.
today...i am especially grateful to those who serve or have served and for their brave families who serve right along with them. a heartfelt thank you.
time continues, the years tick by, but no matter how many pass - you are never far from my heart. and although there is so much about your presence i will forever miss, i will always be grateful for the time we had. and on this father's day as with every other day - my love reaches you along the winds and across all time and space.
in italy, teachers stay with their same class from first through fifth grade in elementary, so we have been with her from the beginning.
we all have teachers in our lives, but sometimes we have those precious few who actually illuminate our lives. and this is what she was, a beautiful luminary, that we were so fortunate to have shine on our world.
she will be so dearly missed.
i am grateful for the ways life can show up and present itself to you...like when you are greeted at your mailbox with a box of beautiful handmade treasures that speak straight to your heart. to my sweet friend, kim, your gorgeous handmade journal, your painting, box of goodies, thoughtfulness, and your gesture of friendship brightened my day a thousand ways yesterday. with much gratitude...