Monday, May 31, 2010

Go Arron Go!!!

Ok, it's the Stanley Cup final. We don't have a Canadian team representing but we do have a Canadian boy. Arron Asham #45 - he grew up in my hometown of Portage la Prairie, MB and played hockey with my brother when they were kids. So it's pretty exciting to watch as his dream of playing for the Cup unfolds, right before our very eyes!

Go Arron, go! We're cheering for you from Vancouver...

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

I'll have what she's having

Today, as I start the laundry (an every day occurrence in my house), I find myself directly in the path of a cool breeze lofting in from the back yard. It dances along the nape of my neck and over my exposed shoulders, lingering for a while in a much welcome caress of sorts on my back. It is a lovely little reminder calling me to look outside at the sunshine as it glimmers through the trees.

Zachary, recovering from a rip roaring ear infection, is sitting in his "little man" chair eating a home made apple juice popsicle. He is telling me all about his favorite characters in Cars as his baby brother naps in his cradle. I love them.

There are freshly baked muffins on the stove, good health in our bodies and an ever present love that binds our little family ever closer as our days skip along through domestic minutia, belated Mother's Day dinners and what we are hoping is the Canucks run to the Stanley Cup!
They are coming back from behind in their series against Chicago and are starting over again. Luongo has shaved his beard and is giving himself a fresh start. It's a new game. If they win tonight to tie this thing, Bryce may shave his play off beard in solidarity. Or he may keep it. There are many options from which to choose. Many roads to take, even in the seemingly small arenas involving facial hair.

So many choices...

Today, I choose happiness. I choose to sit in the presence of each moment I am in and I choose to give thanks for it. My inner being is smiling at me with a twinkle in her eye for she knows that no matter what, it's all good. I can't go wrong here. There is so much to delight in and the evidence of it is whirling past and through me like a marvelous buffet, brilliant in its sustenance. And my inner being, the cheeky Goddess that she is, knows this. She helps me stop and choose the small glories to sample in this moment. She takes the first bite and I can see the light of its nourishment billowing out of her through every pore.

I think I'll have what she's having...

Enjoy your day. It's delicious!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Just give me one moment in time

Earthquakes, floods, global warming, car bombs, failed careers, failed waistbands, too much stuff, too much cake, too much noise, too much too much...

It can definitely be easy to succumb to the negative around us. I know I've spent much of my life waiting for the next bad thing to happen. I have posted about this before: I have somehow become quite familiar with the noise inside my head that instructs me that the inevitable outcome of whatever is presently receiving my focus is doomed to failure in some way. Whether my focus be on money, marriage, or marmalade, there seems to be an incessant need on the part of my good old fashioned ego to run amok through my carefully constructed thoughts, kicking them around like a bunch of mischievous gremlins at a mud puddle convention.

And let's face it, my thoughts are not that carefully constructed. They can be lazy, negative, downright sloppy little gits whose only goal for the future is to trample over the present. These crummy, perpetually hungry thoughts feast upon my greatest hope for myself like my greatest hope for myself is the last pork chop at the apple sauce buffet. They came they saw, they chewed it all up leaving nothing but a bare bone on the plate in their wake.

Great. Now I'm feeling peckish.

Well there is good news in all this, yes? The good news is that at any moment, a new better thought can replace a crap thought and then a whole new series of better thoughts can replace their predecessors. And the beat goes on.

Is it possible to re-train our minds to wait for the next good thing to happen, instead? And then when we reach that point is it possible to train our minds to stop waiting for anything to happen? Isn't it possible to enjoy what is happening now? I think it is.

The other day, I was doing some organizational/administration work for my Arbonne business while my little boy was sleeping. My oldest son, Zachary, was fluttering about, watching an educational program on Public Television. (I offer the specificity regarding the programing to my own ego who berates me constantly for letting my son watch TV in the first place. I really should be a crafting/ exploring nature outside/and teaching with Young Einstein cards all day kind of Mom. Note to self: After posting this, take Zach outside and look at ants. )
Anyhoo, when the program was over, Zach asked me to read him a book. So we settled down and read his Cars etcha-sketch book and drew different cars for a while. I found myself listening to Zachary's sweet little 2 1/2 year old voice and suddenly I fast forwarded to the me as his Mom in 20 years from now. The me in 20 years from now is a Mom of two young men who don't need or want to sit around and read story books with her anymore. The me in 20 years from now stood behind the me from right now, lingering over my shoulder. Together, she and I listened to this sweet, high voice of my little boy trilling to me about cars. And I felt my future self asking my present self to pay attention. These moments, I felt her advising, are fleeting. And they will disappear from out of nowhere.

These moments at home alone with my boys, sigh. Beautiful, rewarding, exquisite, incomparable. Yet, at times they may not be very stimulating and at times they may even be a bit boring. They are also in fact so tremendously precious. Zachary's little voice... Listening to that voice in retrospect as my future self, from a point in time that my present self had not yet arrived, plugged me back into the now moment. I almost thanked my future self for the check in, as if she had actually been standing there beside me the whole time.

Maybe she was. Maybe we all have that future, wiser self guiding our steps through these perceived trials and tribulations reminding us of the present. Maybe we just need to listen to that voice because from the perspective of our future, wiser selves maybe these trials and tribulations are really just the happenings of another moment in time. This moment in this time.

So I'll take my focus off the natural disasters (which I can't control) and imagined failures of my youth and my waistband (which, let's face it, I can control) and I'll put that focus right here, right now.

Here's wishing us all a happy, joyful moment in this moment in time. Let the next one arrive as it may, stocked full of all the yummy goodness we crave. Life's a feast. Dig in!


I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack....

Where the hell have I been? Under a rock? You may have been wondering what I've been up to in the FULL YEAR since I have last posted. Well, I have been running around after a 2 year old, getting pregnant, being pregnant (Lord, pregnancy is a long-assed venture), having another baby and now I am running around after a 2 1/2 year old while taking care of said baby. I'm also training for a 5k to get back into shape and eating far too much cheesecake as a companion to training for the 5k to get back into shape.

It's way too early in the morning to be awake. But I am and I thought I would say hello.