365th

Wonder and celebrate this 365th day of our year.

Give thanks for the small and large experiences, for the laughs and tears we shared together. Each moment made us 365 days more of whom we are inside.

May your experiences have taught you the real you that you are. May you have seen a sunset, heard a piece of music, captured an encounter with a fellow traveller that gave you continued juice for your own road.

May you have learned a lesson or two, and shared that lesson to spare someone else.

May your pain have been carried with a friend, may your lips have cherished a special moment, may the awe in your own life have expanded with each day.

May you have found something that made your heart soar with delight. May you have walked/run your fastest pace, balanced in a pose you've wanted to accomplish, ridden your bike down an awesome road, painted something worth hanging, photographed an emotion, done a fantastic renovation, expanded your tea shoppe or finalized your thesis.

May you have been given Grace through the darkest hours. May you have learned your own strength.

Honour yourself today for the days that have passed. Have faith, give of yourself, recognize the mystery of life.

May you have thrown down the walls that have contained your true Spirit and released the people who will not support it.

May you have found yourself and your bliss.



Thank you for your support and encouragement. It is good to know that my words are reaching your heart.

Blessings!
Gail

10 most popular posts in 2012

Some of my lessons this year arrived in a flash and some crept up on me. All however spoke to me on our humanity, our limited time and the joyfulness of understanding that we are all connected. In writing these words, I was changed, another small piece of the puzzle came together.

My lens on life in the 10 most popular posts of the year:


1. Angel Flight

I've already had my emotional moment this morning, when Canada won its first Gold at the Olympics in Gymnastics.  read more

2. My  Circle of Women

It is not about lipstick, high heels and lace

It is about toiling together under a half yard of top soil before darkness sets.

It is about baking 4 dozen muffins before your kitchen gets too hot. read more

3. A New Week Begins

The start of a new week. Welcome whomever crosses your path for we don't always recognize the reason they are there. read more

4. Not Just a Race - Bloomsday in Spokane

                                                   Bloomsday Run  Spokane, Washington


It has already been one month since the Bloomsday Run (Spokane, Washington, May 6th), it remains an inspiring event even for a spectator with a camera. First of all, there were a staggering number of
participants, 50,000 give or take! read more

5. Be Still my Mind

There's a man in my Friday night yoga class who reminds me of my old friend Dan.

I don't know his name and I don't need to. He looks sort of like Dan, speaks in a careful, unassuming way and then when you are least expecting it, will let a wickedly hilarious remark just slide in. read more

One day at a time

One day at a time - this is enough. Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone: and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering.

Ida Scott Taylor
1820-1915, Author

Continued

and then there was...

Merrick has taken up yoga. He found that the quiet of a darkened studio and all the new shapes he was trying to master had helped in his creative process. He had prepared well for the busy season. His designs had started to bend, they looked more appealing and less rigid. Seeing his remaining works scattered through the store when he took in the next consignment lot, gave him the satisfaction of a year of hard learning. Rewards come in different packages.

Ollie helped him carry in the merchandise some days. The pieces that needed 2 people to make it through the door. One holding the door, one squeezing through. Some months ago, there had almost been a disaster, which would have cost Ollie more than his pride. The toupée was put away forever.

He had been fortunate in having a long term career and now appreciated the benefits of a guaranteed pension. He looked forward to helping his son occasionally, it was nice sometimes to have a break from retirement.

At his farewell event, which he had requested be kept simple, he was applauded for his contribution to decades of students. Ollie had never coveted the limelight, he appreciated the kind words but was relieved when the night was over. His rewards for his long service came at the unexpected meeting with old students. The ones he had “pulled from the brink”, the undesirables, the unlikely and the just plain odd.

For the most part, he was happy. He had a number of books, that he had shelved for this future.

The curly haired girl spent some dramatic months with a man with a white truck and a temper. Big vehicles and short fuses are rarely a good combination. She had been caught up for a while in how wonderful they looked together, sort of like beauty and the beast.

You would think that she had learned something by now, but her barriers were solid and thick, she was not going to give them up easily.

Several times she had picked up her phone to contact Merrick, but each time she knew that he wouldn’t have changed.

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