Friday, October 19, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
The past few weeks have been some of the most peaceful weeks of my life. I have spent a lot of time alone and with my family. I have thought a ton about life, my goals, my future, and also spent a ton of time just being in the present moment. I have started many projects, (so like me to have a hundred projects at the same time!) And I have come to the conclusion that it is so important to "trust the process of life" Things don't happen on accident. We meet people for reasons, we do things for reasons. We have a purpose on this earth. I am excited for this new chapter in my life. Everyday is a new chapter, I get to write what I want and I am looking forward to what I will write. I am so grateful for the people who have come into my life and taught me so much about who I am and what I want. I have been blessed to have amazing people surround me. Heres to life, and the next chapter of mine!!
I think the thing that has saved me this summer and fall are my cycle rides. I fill my water bottles, pump my tires up, strap on my helmet and put on my music. I go into a world that is all mine. I am alone, just me and the road, and my thoughts. I pray, I meditate, I make plans, think of my dreams and goals.
I feel this time has been the most inspirational time of my life. I find so much gratitude as I look up to the mountains or across the valley. Sometimes as I soak up the beauty of our world I am so full of gratitude for where I live, my health, my family and my life that I find myself on the verge of tears.
When I return home I feel like a new person, I am strong, I am happy and I feel I can handle what life has to offer me.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Thursday, June 9, 2011
My Son's poem..
Black is a camp out under the trees
When all you can feel is the gentle night breeze.
Black is depression, a spider, a crow
Black is the tree scraping on the window
Black is a panther, Black is a cat
and also the sound of wings on a bat.
Black is a rainstorm, and a dirty worm.
The sound of black is woosh, woosh, woosh,
as the wind tries to move the trees with a sudden push
Black is a mountain after fire, and all the things we don't desire.
Black is a fright, and a day with no delight.
Black is a night without a moon, and waiting for something that won't come soon