A QUOTE…

Did I say I’d be back in mid Jan…. I meant early Feb…..
Apologies for extended break in transmission.

As a teenager, I collected quotes.  I had a small bound notebook that I had purchased while travelling in Nepal when I was 15.  In this notebook I wrote snippets from books I was reading, quotes from cards, posters, bookmarks and any other words that resonated with me at the time.  This notebook expanded into 2 or 3 notebooks.  I stopped filling the books some time in my early twenties, but every now and then I still like to collect the odd quote or two to inspire and remind.  I have a particular favourite on my fridge at the moment.


My mother is a quote collector.  Quotes on inner beauty by the bathroom mirror were not unusual. I found this quote on her kitchen bench when last at her house.  I had come across it before, but not in it’s entirety.  It is just what I need to hear at the moment.

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.’ We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we’re liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” 


(Although often attributed to Nelson Mandela, this quote can be found in A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of “A Course in Miracles”, Marianne Williamson, Harper Collins, 1992. From Chapter 7, Section 3])

Each year I like to have a word to describe the year to come.  Two years ago, it was the year of ‘me’, last year the word was ‘survival’ and this year was going to be the year to find  ‘balance’.  I’m certainly more on track with feeling balanced this year and I was all set to join in Maxabella’s ‘one word for 2012′ meme earlier on in the year, but the word just didn’t feel right.  I read this great post about the myth of balance and realised why I hadn’t been comfortable with it.  So this year is going to be my year of allowing myself to overcome my fears and to shine and to explore even more of my creative side.

I’ve recently started up quote collecting again via pinterest

Do you collect quotes?  What is your current favourite?
What does the year ahead hold for you?

THERE IS A SEASON…



“For everything there is a season,

a time for every activity under heaven.

A time to be born and a time to die.

A time to plant and a time to harvest.

A time to kill and a time to heal.

A time to tear down and a time to build up.

A time to cry and a time to laugh.

A time to grieve and a time to dance.

A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.

A time to embrace and a time to turn away.

A time to search and a time to quit searching.

A time to keep and a time to throw away.

A time to tear and a time to mend.

A time to be quiet and a time to speak.

A time to love and a time to hate.

A time for war and a time for peace.”


Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

KEEPING IT REAL

“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

“The Velveteen Rabbit”. Margery Williams. 1922

THE WAITING PLACE


My favourite part of one of my favourite Dr Seuss books… If you havn’t read the whole book – I do recommend. Such an uplifting book.

You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.

The Waiting Place

… for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting around for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

Dr Seuss ‘Oh, the Places You’ll Go’

‘MOTHERHOOD’


“Motherhood is about accepting the limitations of time & energy which stretch beyond you, even though sometimes it feels as though it could consume you.


Search for & hold on to your own true self. If you lose that, what kind of mother can you be? . . .

Seize your days & dwell in them fully. Look at your children, because they know how to inhabit brief periods of time with extreme passion, & for nothing more really than for the sake of those moments. They can help you remember that, if you only slow down & let them.

Feel fortunate, because chances are good that you actually might be.”

Quoted from the movie ‘Motherhood’ starring Uma Thurman that I have just now finished watching. I don’t care that it got terrible reviews because this movie really resonated with me. Seemed to reflect so much of what I am feeling at this particular time in my life. Do the bad reviews reflect the value of motherhood in our society or merely the lack of glamour in association with motherhood? Have you seen it? Do.

AN ODE TO THE LEMON


We have lots of fruit trees on our little block and my favourite is our lemon tree. Apparently there are varieties of lemon trees that fruit a few times a year, but we sadly have the variety that happens only once a year. That much awaited time has come! It is a BUMPER harvest and I now must find many things to do with lemons as quickly as possible! I shall be sharing some of these with you in the weeks to come, but would also LOVE to hear your favorite things to do with lemons. The possibilities are endless no doubt!

My friend Kate (the knower of all ‘foodie’ things) has told me that you can actually freeze lemons whole. My Mum always squeezed the juice and froze it in ice blocks, which I have done also, but many of my recipes call for lemon zest, therefore freezing the lemon whole is something I shall be doing this year!

An Ode to the Lemon’ by Pablo Neruda has long been a favourite poem of mine. I first saw it written on a cafe chalkboard and have loved it ever since.
Ode To The Lemon
Pablo Neruda
From blossoms
released
by the moonlight,
from an
aroma of exasperated
love,
steeped in fragrance,
yellowness
drifted from the lemon tree,
and from its plantarium
lemons descended to the earth.
Tender yield!
The coasts,
the markets glowed
with light, with
unrefined gold;
we opened
two halves
of a miracle,
congealed acid
trickled
from the hemispheres
of a star,
the most intense liqueur
of nature,
unique, vivid,
concentrated,
born of the cool, fresh
lemon,
of its fragrant house,
its acid, secret symmetry.
Knives
sliced a small
cathedral
in the lemon,
the concealed apse, opened,
revealed acid stained glass,
drops
oozed topaz,
altars,
cool architecture.
So, when you hold
the hemisphere
of a cut lemon
above your plate,
you spill
a universe of gold,
a
yellow goblet
of miracles,
a fragrant nipple
of the earth’s breast,
a ray of light that was made fruit,
the minute fire of a planet.

IN REFLECTION…

Time to get a little deep and meaningful.

I have always appreciated the honesty reflected on others’ blogs who are game enough to do it and this blog was meant to help me sort out and sift through my thoughts so here goes…

After almost 2 weeks of blogging, I thought it might be time to sit and down and reflect on my goals in starting this blog.

I am absolutely loving it! I am amazed and surprised at the affect of such a small thing which has come at the right time in my life.

I have realised that the ‘me’ I thought was hidden was here all along expressing itself, just showing up in different ways than I had expected. My everyday is actually dotted with quite a bit of creativity. All has not been lost and this has encouraged me greatly. I am finding beauty in my everyday and my interests, loves and passions are being highlighted (to me!) which means that although my circumstances have not changed – I am gaining a new perspective on ‘me’.

I am enjoying looking at others blogs, hearing their stories and getting ideas and feeling connected to a whole community of other likeminded people on journeys similar to my own. So, thank you.

Just found this new quote which I feel fits well right here and which I will try and remember this week:

The ordinary arts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest.

Sir Thomas More (1478 – 1535)

WHAT DOES YOUR DAY HOLD?

E.H. Shepard’s ‘Winnie the Pooh’ from the Collections of Stanley J Seeger & Christopher Cone
Yummy french toast for breakfast this morning. Reminds me of one of my favorites quotes…
“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”
“What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”
“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully.
“It’s the same thing,” he said.

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