nurturing thursdays: to everything there is a season…

…and a time to every purpose under the heaven. (Ecclesiastes 3)

As winter succumbs to the warmth and charm of spring, I find myself reflecting upon life as I move into my sixty-fifth year.

I can’t help thinking…I’m so lucky to be alive…and living my life.

In our daily struggles it’s so easy to complain about everything that isn’t exactly right.

The house is always in need of cleaning and straightening. Especially if you’re a hoarder, albeit an organized one, like me. Is it my fault if I can’t get let go of yesterday’s nostalgia?

I’m constantly adjusting my diet to shrink my belly, and failing more often than I’m succeeding. Let’s see. When was the last time the tape measure read less than 34 inches?

And when did arthritis and fibromyalgia decide to move in permanently?

All my whining dissipates, however, when I glimpse what matters most to me…my husband, my daughter, and the four critters who make their home with us.

Blest I am to have shared my life with others who make me the center of their worlds. While it means juggling a lot of colorful balls in the air at the same time, I’ve had an exciting time of it. It’s as though I ran off to the circus as a youngster and decided that’s where I belonged. And so I stayed.

Life IS exciting. Every day is never quite the same. The smallest of details can tweak our experiences for the better, or leave us completely befuddled. Either way the decision rests in our own very capable hands.

If we’re positive about life, always looking for the silver lining, however slim it might be, our lives will always dwell in sunshine. And in rainy, dreary Seattle, I spend most days churning out my own brand of homegrown sunlight…with a little help from Edison’s invention.

I’m definitely no Pollyana living in a Disney World setting. My house has remnants of dust leftover from the Great Dust Bowl of the 1930s. I might even have bats in my attic, as well as my belfry.

What I know for sure is that if I’m fortunate enough to live another quarter century or more, I’d prefer to wake up every day with a smile on my face and a song in my heart. And the only way I know to do that is by deciding that after all is said and done…things are what they are…

…and accepting life as it unfolds in the moment…with no regrets or self-recriminations…

………hugmamma.So…RELAX…BE HAPPY!!!

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I always love your blogs. I went to a “celebration of life” on Saturday for my sister in law’s brother (who died one week after my own brother), and a fund raiser for a close cousin who is giving one of her kidneys to her husband. Such love poured out over this weekend..it filled me with a sense I haven’t felt in a long time. I, too, have had some scary times lately, but I have survived and am alive and (as far as I know) well, and that in itself is worth being thankful for. When I see how easy it was to share the love this weekend, I see a bright future for all of us. And you are part of it.

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hugmamma

March 3, 2014 at 10:32 PM Reply

Hugs for blessing me with not only your generous compliment…but also for including me in your vision for a bright future. We can all help one another move forward in bad times…and good times. So I’d like to reciprocate by sending heartfelt prayers for you and your loved ones as you continue to…celebrate life in all its mystery and glory. huge hugs…

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You have a great attitude about life. I try to have that same attitude. We are, after all, only truly living in the moment. It’s the only thing that really exists for us.

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hugmamma

March 1, 2014 at 12:15 PM Reply

Thanks so much for the lovely comment. My attitude toward life has been a long time in the making. I’ve always come from a place of compassion, but many of the other components had to evolve over time since I lacked self confidence at my core. Having a child helped me grow self esteem because as a mom I became a lion protective of my cub. And that required me to let go of a lot of self doubt. I have to thank my husband of 43 years for encouraging me to own who I am…and like…and love myself. hugs and aloha…

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Thanks for the inspiration! We’re still battling winter here in the NE. I’m looking forward to spring and not having to worry about ice. So much to be thankful for… yes.

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hugmamma

February 28, 2014 at 12:58 PM Reply

Having lived in Redding, CT for 13 years, you have my total sympathy. Shoveling the snow off the driveway in order to drive my daughter to her dance lessons was no fun. Icy roads. Yuck! God bless you as you weather the cold blasts of winter. The upside is…you live in one of the loveliest areas in this country…New England. hugs…and glad I can share some positive energy…

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