PSALM 84

I recently joined the world of those who wear glasses, but I frequently forget to wear them! This morning as I was getting ready to leave the house, I began chastising myself to go find the glasses and put them on. (I took them off for a nap and had to put them on again while writing this!) This morning I listened in to the tone at which I was addressing myself. True the glasses did cost money, and were not purchased for me to just leave laying around - but why the tone and the energy?  I have been listening to Atlas of the Heart by Brene Brown and she recommended taking this quiz . Brown says the way we speak to ourselves has implications on how we treat others. I took the quiz and it revealed what I suspected, my compassion levels for myself are too low. I know I have improved in this area, bestowing the gift of rest and limits upon myself. And I have seen my growth transfer to how I interact with others. But as the morning revealed and the quiz confirmed, I have a ways to go. H...

 The Easter Lillies were a re gift from someone who doesn’t really do plants. They are genuinely easy, love to grow, but sometimes a bit thirsty. They took the move in stride, but they did different things health wise.  This was 1.5 years ago The twins have appreciated water and sun and though far from dead, I can tell something is off. Some of their leaves are brown around the edges.  I’ve been here before with the twins. They are root bound. I can give them all the right ingredients, but they can’t receive it because their roots are too compact. It’s time for them to be repotted. They need more space. They will do the best with what they have got. They will continue to live, but they won’t thrive without a personal move.  The twins right now. Notice how twin 1 is so stunted. Lesson: Sometimes you must move or be moved in order to enter into a new level of health and wellness. There may be a source available with what you need, but you can’t receive and benefit beca...

 Allow me to be fully transparent here. There is no special order to this series. I wrote this entry based on what plant photo I could locate first. Now this plant we can call Big Bertha. Once upon a time it started in some water on my table. Eventually it needed larger and larger pots. It grew tall and beautiful making the large, heavy, cumbersome pot worth it. But one day a friend dropped something on the plant, causing the tallest part to break off. From then on the plant did not grow taller than its injury.  I will type that again, because that may have significance in your life- From then on the plant did not grow taller than its injury. Regardless it lived for years. It lived in DC, MD, and NC.  Then once this latest moving day came I lugged it to the car. Now when I say lug I really mean struggle with a large heavy pot. Only the soil was heavy because the plant had never fully recovered. This plant had to stay in the car and grew displeased. Once it was placed in i...

 Yeah, I looked down at my thighs and I realized nan. I don’t know if it’s my age or my stage, but I decided to trash my booty shorts. Now don’t worry I didn’t trade them in for knee length shorts, and I still own some short things. I just realized that look is no longer mine.  I think an essential part of maturing is learning what doesn’t work for you any longer. At the same time there may be some things you have said were not you for years… and you try it once again and voila! This happened with me and Zumba. I remember trying it years ago, and I didn’t like it. I don’t even remember why I didn’t like it. So I avoided Zumba with my nose in the air. Then, I tried it 2 weeks ago and I had fun! I returned tonight and loved it again! What if I had stuck with I don’t like Zumba? I wouldn’t be sore, true, but I also wouldn’t  have had that time of belonging as feet and hips swayed to an eclectic playlist. I think re-evaluating what you once did not like, is also a part of mat...