Sunday, October 23, 2011

A Fall Festival

This is me today!
I enjoyed attending a wonderful Fall festival yesterday in McIntosh, FL.  This has now become a ritual that a girlfriend and I do annually and this marks our fourth year.  We enjoy being out of doors and this year was the first year that it actually felt like Fall, usually we are dying from the heat and cannot drink enough water.  The festival has several vendors with their wonderful arts and creative works.  I am always amazed at what can be created from a variety of ingredients.  This year it seemed larger than ever with the booths set up in aisles that weave in and out, which also means there is a lot of walking!

We get there early in the morning, arriving while it is still dark to find that special parking place that will locate us as nearest to the central area.  This is important as we have to make two or three trips to the car with our treasures.  Now, my car is parked and I'm ready for this adventure and that is exactly what it is. 
At the entrance is a bake sale sponsored by a church group and it is in the same location every year.  My eyes see the cookies, candies, and cakes and desire begins.  I have been known to start my day there with a piece of my favorite cake (Remember, I have already had breakfast, so now I am ready for my snack!).  This year, however I don't stop to purchase anything until latter and at lunch I stop there and have my dessert first and then I eat a basket of shrimp!

There are lines and one vendor stays as busy as Starbucks.  It is from this vendor that I buy this wonderful stake.  I cannot walk around with this stake at the risk of injuring myself or another; so, yes a trip to the car.

This year, because I am now a seasoned shopper at the festival I bring a large bag and inside I have two other bags folded.  However, what I didn't think of was how in the world would I manage to carry all of these treasures.  So, that began my trips to the car.  In addition, the items sometimes are pretty awkward to carry, like this pumpkin in the middle of the table.  It is done with the beautiful technique of decoupage.  Do any of you remember practicing this art?  The plate and the candle was done by another artist, came in a set I bought called "A Gathering". 

 
Then, I met the woman who does this blog and I bought this wonderful shower cap she named Romance.





Every year when I go to the festival I purchase wonderful pieces of weaving done by fiber artist, Annabelle Leiner and this year was no exception.  Instead of trying to place my pictures of my purchases on this post, I'm just going to refer you to her website.  She also does custom made weavings.  She and her sister, Nancy Leitner work together.  I got to visit with Nancy yesterday and sent my regards to Annabelle.  Please check out http://www.weavingator.com/

What a lovely day.  However, I was surprised at how my legs hurt and how my body just didn't want to cooperate.  I had to rest today to recover and that is the meaning of my initial joke (this was also made by an artist and purchased at the festival) which I'm also going to close with. 
Hope you understand!


Friday, October 7, 2011

Steve Jobs speech at Stanford's Commencement



Steve Jobs will be greatly missed.  This post is in his honor and to Thank him for all his contributions and to say Steve Jobs will live on!
http://youtu.be/D1R-jKKp3NA

Sunday, September 25, 2011

A Picture of True Happiness on a Sunday Afternoon



A Picture of True Happiness

I was driving down a two-lane highway and to the side of the road I saw three young boys.  The boy that was in front was the oldest and he carried the fishing tackle box.  The next boy was walking a few feet behind and he had a bucket, a large bucket which he was carrying with both hands.  I assume it was full of water and the fish they had caught.  The last boy who looked to be the youngest was just steps behind the boy in the middle.  This youngest boy carried the fishing pole. 

They were not making any fashion statement and were not even color coordinated but how they caught my eye.  They had radiant smiles, a peacefulness that moved right into my car as I traveled along the highway.  I spontaneously smiled as I took in this sight of a leisure Sunday afternoon fishing trip of three boys without a care in the world.  The simplicity of that moment and the picture was worthy of a Norman Rockwell moment.  It was a gift to me and I said “Thank You.”


Sunday, September 18, 2011

Book Review

Product Details

Moments of Truth, Gifts of Love by Eve Strella-Ribson  (Paperback)
2011 Productivity Publications
Moments of Truth, Gifts of Love is a collection of stories about love, survival and community as these women journeyed through breast cancer.

The book has a glossary of terms about breast cancer that I turned to throughout the reading of the book that was invaluable to me as a reader.

I work as a psychotherapist and at any time have a couple or three women who have breast cancer or another form of cancer. I think this book is a hopeful book for anybody with cancer or anybody in need of hope. I highly recommend it.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

How One Woman Celebrated Her Birthday





This is a story I found in the St. Augustine Record 8/7/11 about how a 72 year old woman celebrated her birthday with some of her women friends. I admire their courage although this is not something I certainly would want to do, especially if it is over water filled with alligators! The Alligator Farm in St. Augustine is one of my favorite places I like to visit and my enjoyment is looking at the birds not the alligators.

It was only recently, while on vacation in the Smokies that I learned about 'Ziplining' and the craze of people of all ages doing it. Perhaps this is something you'd like to consider to celebrate your next birthday? I think I'll stick to 'eating cake!'

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Marian VanEyk McCain's book Downshifting

Great YouTube with Marian VanEyk McCain talking about her new book Downshifting (just click on the above title to view).

Hope you enjoy!

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Oprah's Last Show

http://www.oprah.com/oprahshow/The-Oprah-Winfrey-Show-Finale_1/1

It was with tears that many said 'goodbye' to the Oprah show as we have known it for the last 25 years.  Although, I believe it is truly only a 'see you latter' as Oprah now has OWN and will continue her years of contributing to others.

She has been a mighty force and has supported many individuals in their personal growth.  I extend a thank you to Oprah and for her years of service in being a teacher and supporting so many of us on our journeys. 

I encourage each of you to think about what Oprah gave you.  I started a gratitude journal because of Oprah and even though I haven't continued with writing each day a gratitude list, I still nightly close my day with verbally reviewing my gratitude list.  How many books have you read over the years that Oprah introduced?  How many times have you said, "Oprah said..." noting the authority each of us have given her in speaking the truths that we have come to know and accept about life.

It is an end of era and the closing words that Oprah spoke captured my heart and reminded me of why she has been so loved and appreciated for her 25 years of service.  Thank you Oprah!

Friday, February 11, 2011

Unlived Life

I have been thinking about my Unlived Life, and it is OK if you have never heard this term before.  I learned it from the work of Carl G. Jung when he spoke about children having to live the Unlived Life of their parents.

Now that I am older I am more aware of the limited time and how fast life passes us by, which has surfaced more need for deliberateness for my life.

I have to be more decisive about how I live my minutes; how I live my life.  So many times I have felt like I wanted to go forward but then I put the brakes on and all my good intentions came to an abrupt stop.  A pattern of this dynamic has shaped a good part of my life.  Another piece of this dynamic is that I want everything to be perfect before I can move forward, and guess what-perfection doesn't exist!  The result is I do not accomplish some of my goals because I'm awaiting the illusion of perfection, my foot is on the brake pedal instead of the gas pedal and I'm feeling the frustration that time is passing. 

Even though I want to be the butterfly I don't want the pressure of going through my metamorphsis.  I don't want to change.  I just want what I want when I want it.  This is called immaturity and when one is aging and can still see this trait it isn't very attractive.  Maybe you can't identify with this challenge but maybe you can.  However, because I see it and feel the power of aging it is becoming less threatening to begin to take some of these risks toward the changes I've admired from afar. 

I have given myself permission to take a bold step each week towards my Unlived Life.  I have even sought the support of a Life Coach to help me with this.  I am becoming more aware of how my controlling need for perfection is poison to my creativity that is right there waiting for me to come out and play.

My foot is off the brake and the gas pedal is on.  I'm starting to live my dreams which is living into the Unlived Life as Eleanor Roosevelt reminds us "The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."  I can now translate this to say "When we live into our dreams we are living our unlived life." 

Saturday, January 1, 2011

HOPE

Happy New Year. There is something that is always exciting for me about new beginnings and a new year is no exception. I usually take some time to review the previous year reflecting on what was and what wasn’t…however, my tendency is to be overly critical about what I thought I’d get done and didn’t get done.

In reflecting on 2010 I saw there were a lot of ordinary moments which was good because one of my goals was to live in the NOW and be grateful for each moment. I recapped the ‘bumps’ and reminded myself that was ‘normal’ and could also be considered ordinary as there will be ‘bumps’ along the way. I remembered that my goal was to be in the NOW, so that would mean the ‘bumps’ were OK and, I could feel gratitude for them. The expression of gratitude for each moment as I lived fully in the NOW would bring me the joy I was seeking.

However, I still found areas in my life review of 2010 that I was dissatisfied with and had to quietly say to myself “2010 is over now and 2011 is a new beginning.” The New Year means I might have a chance to overcome some of my shortcomings, to make improvements, to lighten my tendency of being self critical, and to just ‘do it better and get it right.'  I realized the excitement of the New Year was about hope. The New Year would give me another chance, 2011 poses hope for me and maybe for you.

I think the New Year opens for many of us hope for new possibilities, hope that we can do it differently next year, and hope that we are enough. The excitement of 2011 is we know we can’t change 2010 but 2011 is an empty slate and we human beings are a ‘hopeful bunch!’

Happy New Year!