There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling rain & remember it is enough to be taken care of by myself.
Today (and every day), I need to remember this. Remember that it's not all or nothing. Remember that I have a power and a courage inside of me that I too often forget. Remember that I can take care of myself. Remember that the voice inside my head is not always truthful or in touch with reality and is NOT WHO I AM.
I am noble. I am a beautiful, perfect creation of God. I have a light inside me that can only shine if I get my self (ego, self-critical, defeatist voice, etc.) out of the way. God will give me the power I need to grow and act with love if I only ask and let Him guide me.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Sunday, October 09, 2011
If I could write poetry that should ever be read, I'd write one here.
I tried out my oil pastels the other day - the only things that came out the way I wanted were B and the tree near us. I'm too impatient for art, or at least I was at the time. I couldn't take the time to make things the way I wanted.
I warmed my house last night with friends and prayers and fun and coffee and brownies. It was very nice.
I asked for help yesterday, and I was rewarded a hundredfold. It will take time to create a group of people here, but I'm off to a fantastic start.
Today, I get a quiet day. Maybe my books will make it out of boxes today, around my friend time and me time.
I'm mostly decaf these days - the caffeine really was messing with my system, much more than that little bit of time with the caffeine doing what it was supposed to was great. I just need to learn to wake up my brain in a different way.
I found my puzzle that I bought at the Friends of the Library book sale for a quarter last fall - I'm excited to start putting that together.
I was told yesterday that I must've been an English major in another life because I wrote well. That was a first. I just write the way I speak and throw punctuation in when I pause. Though, I guess when I take time to compose my thoughts just the way I want, I can speak pretty well.
Teaching helped me overcome my fear of expressing myself out loud even more. I started the process in Haifa. It's a journey that will keep on going.
I have even more pictures on my walls, and I love it. Pictures of the beautiful places in the world that I've been.
I tried out my oil pastels the other day - the only things that came out the way I wanted were B and the tree near us. I'm too impatient for art, or at least I was at the time. I couldn't take the time to make things the way I wanted.
I warmed my house last night with friends and prayers and fun and coffee and brownies. It was very nice.
I asked for help yesterday, and I was rewarded a hundredfold. It will take time to create a group of people here, but I'm off to a fantastic start.
Today, I get a quiet day. Maybe my books will make it out of boxes today, around my friend time and me time.
I'm mostly decaf these days - the caffeine really was messing with my system, much more than that little bit of time with the caffeine doing what it was supposed to was great. I just need to learn to wake up my brain in a different way.
I found my puzzle that I bought at the Friends of the Library book sale for a quarter last fall - I'm excited to start putting that together.
I was told yesterday that I must've been an English major in another life because I wrote well. That was a first. I just write the way I speak and throw punctuation in when I pause. Though, I guess when I take time to compose my thoughts just the way I want, I can speak pretty well.
Teaching helped me overcome my fear of expressing myself out loud even more. I started the process in Haifa. It's a journey that will keep on going.
I have even more pictures on my walls, and I love it. Pictures of the beautiful places in the world that I've been.
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