From a wonderful blog called “Spiritbath”
Permit me to re-blog this beautiful post from A Story by Me:
When he was younger, my son and I used to have “sunroom time” – a few minutes in the late afternoon during which we’d sit in the sunroom and talk about (pardon the pun) anything under the sun.
Often, if his friends were over, we’d include them, too.
It was warm and welcoming in the sunroom, and it seemed like the only time some of these kids had ever been asked, “So how was your day, son?”
The bamboo blinds let in just enough light and gave us a view of the trees in the yard, so it felt like a little nature preserve. It was a favorite spot for everybody, including my late, beloved black-lab-mix, Sheena. That’s her in the yard – by the back fence.
Now that my son is about to turn sixteen, we no longer have “sunroom time;” in fact, it seems we hardly even have actual conversations. And this is the trajectory of life when our kids grow up. But I wanted to find a way to put my thoughts about life into a book, so I wrote this e-book using Amazon KDP, “Help Yourself, Jumbo Shrimp: A Teen’s Guide to Life, the Future and Everything.”
After I realized that there was no way to adjust the formatting (it uploaded out-of-whack and there is no such thing as Amazon e-book author support), I decided not to promote it, but I did want to leave it active so that when the spirit moves him and the time is right, my son will look at it and nod – maybe even smile a little – thinking back to our warm and fuzzy “sunroom times.”
*Course, there’s a story behind Sheena’s full name! More to come.
Remembering the souls lost on 9/11 today, and praying for families and survivors.
A while back, I wrote a poem for prayerpower4today, my blog with writing partners Sue Bradford Edwards and Lori Strawn, about the preciousness of life. With your indulgence, I’ll re-post it here as we honor the fallen today.
Live with Grace
The main thing I wish for you is this:
A rich, full life.
Even if you’re not rich.
Even if your belly’s not full.
The “for-now” -ness gets us all into trouble.
We say we’ll just take this job… “for now.”
Or stick with this relationship that’s a sinking ship….. “for now.”
For now is another way of saying, I accept less than I deserve.
So here’s the tricky part. Be content but don’t settle.
Expect great things.
Blast off in a rocket to reach the stars.
Build an eighth wonder in your imagination.
How would you live if you knew you couldn’t fail?
What would you do if you had all you ever wanted?
Would you suddenly know how to be happy?
Mr. Right doesn’t do that for you.
Growing a third eye and seeing into the future won’t make it clear.
It’s already there, all wrapped up inside of you.
Ask God’s help. Do it yourself.
Get on your knees and pray.
Get on your feet and walk.
Be about it. Now move.
Bad hair day? :)
Here’s the answer!
This Sunday, September 14th, from 10 AM to 4 PM, R’Jai’s Hair Salon is hosting an event benefiting City of Hope. This HopeCuts fundraiser is part of a national effort to eradicate cancer. On this date, fine salons throughout the east coast will host HopeCut events simultaneously in an effort to raise money for this worthy cause.
Why not come out for a day of beauty, while at the same time, doing a good thing for your fellow humans? The event will be held at R’Jai’s Hair Salon, 2 JFK Boulevard #2, Somerset, New Jersey. Their phone number is 732/545-0226.
Hope to see you there!
So I’ve been having dreams for a while now about “walking the path.” I wrote a poem about it a while back. Recently, I had this “being at the crossroads” dream, and it was so very vivid – my feet hurt as if I’d been traveling and I was exhausted, even though I’d just woken up from a full night’s sleep.
Starting in on my morning routine, I began to fold some laundry. I brought my son’s clothes into his room, where he was still snug in bed, since it was early. He said something to me, in a mumble-y, groggy voice.
“Did you turn down that path?” he said to me.
I was really startled by this. His eyes were closed.
I said, “what, honey?”
Even though he was still asleep, he said it this time with some vehemence.
“Did you turn down that path?!?” he asked.
Not sure how he knew about my dream, especially since he was still asleep. But what in the world does it all mean? What path am I supposed to take? Does “turn down” mean to go in that direction, or to reject it? Wonder if there is such a thing as a Dreamscape Linguist. I’ve got a real mystery on my hands!
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
– Jelaluddin Rumi. Translation by Coleman Barks