Lying on the ground.
Tangled woven fabric all around me, across my face circling my body.
Standing arms flailing.
A puppy, playfully pulling around, like he’s chasing his tail, helping me unravel.
The puppet strings are cut.
I no longer need to wrestle or perform.
I can be.
A lion walks beside me.
He smells like heaven.
Lush and green.
Warm and luscious.
We are walking freely.
(Thank you to lovely Linda for helping me be and amazing Ang for the inspiration! Glory!)
Nine months ago.
Aslan, the lion portraying Jesus.
Magical conversations with my eight year old day after day.
Short times of reading over time to completing seven wonderful books.
With gratitude to CS Lewis for sharing his gifts.
Writing takes discipline, like anything that produces fruit in our lives.
Now off to work on my summer body and ponder our next series!
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for MY blog.Woop Woop, thank you monkeys!
I now have almost 1,000 followers who receive my blog via email.
And here are a few more stats that blew my brain…. my monkey brain!
Check it out:
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 14,000 times in 2015. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 5 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
Click here to see the complete report.
Celebrating friendship, Jesus’s birth, family, and just being together! We had an amaaaaazing Christmas. Love a duck, I do have to say it was “Cann”tastic!
There were so many coincidences and blessings that came our way. The opportunities we have to talk and sit with people were inspiring.
And discovering a ski sign with our last name on it.
A “Cann”tastic Christmas!
As I have the privilege of living with and watching three wee boys grow I am conscious of big hairy audacious goals.
My five year old wants a jeep.
My eight year old would like a humongous Lego railroad.
Our youngest would just like everything that his older brothers want.
Each day these three beautiful boys share their dreams, large and small. They never worry about how it is all going to work out, but the goal is forefront in their mind and their smiles are humongous.
I have always wanted to write a book.
Somewhere in the last ten years, I have realized that I have forgotten about my big hair audacious goals. I had become caught up in the what and the how of daily life.
And now I am dreaming again and dreaming BIG. (Just take a look at yesterday’s post!)
I am living as a ten year old and recapturing what I used to love to do and how my mind loves to wander and wonder.
The barriers that were placed in front of me as I grew are gone. The visions and dreams to create in my life are mine alone.
I AM FREE!
Free to dream.
Free to be me!
Free to write a book and publish it on Amazon.
Right before ‘I am Malala’ on the list. Woah! I am humbled!
A family where we can choose to spend most of our time together.
A family where the children have equal time with both parents.
A family that can be full time living life together and part time at work.
My personal definition of a full time family.
A place where we choose our schedule and money is of no consequence. (What is money anyways, but a concept of trading money for time.) We are working very hard, every day to create residual, freedom income. Sexy Neck is working with a contractor to create a rental home on our property. I have launched a book into the world and I love coaching people using nutritional systems I love. The company gives me rebates for supporting and loving people to reach their individual energy, performance, weight loss, healthy aging or even financial goals.
My dreams continue to become reality as Sexy Neck and I walked our boys to school together today. As he is an educator with similar hours, I can count on two hands how many times he has been able to walk with us to school in the last four years.
I will hold to my full time family vision, not knowing ‘how’ it is going to unfold. My mom’s death taught me that sometimes we can’t just figure things out, we must walk them out.
With gratitude for each day.
With moments like this.
As a full time family.
…to a book!
I have given birth three times, twice at home and once at the hospital. All were beautiful labour-intensive moments that I would do again tomorrow. They were all miracle moments after nine months of growth and preparation.
And now after nine months, I am giving birth to a book baby. Twins actually. The first book will be birthed into the world sharing my inner journey through the gift of grief and then my outer journey book will be ‘pushed out’ shortly afterwards.
Putting my thoughts into words involved early mornings, late nights, many uncomfortable moments and back pain from sitting in a chair. It caused endless hours of introspection as I prepared to plunge my words into the vast unknown of Amazon and people paying to read my words.
I know I am awaiting the time.
I have prepared.
I have pondered.
I am ready to live my miracle moments.
Knowing I am enough.
I can be enough.
Giving birth to twin books.
Do you remember the day that your family got their first cordless phone?
I sure do!
I remember holding the cordless phone up to my ear and then walking to the phone with a cord that was hanging in the hallway.
I remember speaking, singing and laughter into one phone while I listened with the other.
I remember hearing the sound of my voice for the very first time.
It was crazy!
Blew my mind.
Now, as I read the words that I spent many months writing for my “Be Enough” book, I have the same thoughts flowing through my mind.
Blowing my mind.
I actually can’t believe that I wrote some of the things that I did. Sexy Neck assures me that it is like taking a walk within my mind as he reads what I’ve written.
Full of gratude.
Humbled by my experiences.
Feeling loved for those who have leaned in.
Excited to share my love of words that flow out of every part of who I am.
Back to editing in bed.
Back to listening to my own voice for the very first time.
The bright beautiful colours of autumn are surrounding us.
The colours express that change is in the air.
The greens transforming into yellows, oranges and firey reds.
The colours shout of our amazing earth, the vibrant life that we can live.
If we choose.
Change is life.
We will find health in the midst of sickness and find other likeminded people along the way.
We will find quiet in the noise.
We can find solace in the chaos.
As the colours begin to change and in honour of my country’s new Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau, may we embrace our new change of colours during this autumn season.
With one hundred percent responsibility of our words and actions.
With change in the air swirling all around us.
Embracing change with all that we are.
This post is written humbly in honour of a beautiful friend who went through a biopsy today and another amazing friend who sits at her mom’s side in the same hospital as well as my incredible teammate who supports her parents through many changes.
Overflowing with gratitude.
Pouring out with thankfulness.
My heart and soul are full!
Thanksgiving full with nature, fabulous food, beautiful friends and my brood of boys.
A gift that keeps on pouring as we continue into this week.
Grate-full for life.