Everyone wants to be the goalie, they even want me to be the goalie.
OC gets the soft plastic golf club so that he doesn’t whack anyone too hard!
Here I am with my goalie pads on while folding laundry:
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Be Painting the Walls Orange?
Orange?
I am not sure where that came from. My thoughts are often strange peaceful and painful creatures I have never seen before. Apparently these creatures are currently orange.
My dad gave us this painting:
And… I decided that I wanted to paint the wall behind this picture orange.
Take a look:
(Oh ya, I am also painting the fireplace!)
Side note: my mom has painted every house that I have owned. She would come over with her own paintbrush and paint clothes. She would paint while I would keep the boys out of the paint. My mom, in her pain, painted the green cupboards in our current kitchen. I love my mom’s presence and the love she poured into our homes in more ways than one.
So…. I was feeling pretty crazy about this orange thought so I decided to text my soul friend on Saturday and she gave me this insight about orange: Orange means courage, passion, dunamis power, fire, harvest and strength.
Side note #2: (How many are you allowed in a blog?)
My insightful friend, A, gave birth to a baby girl yesterday! We lit a candle for her as we were creating our ‘Speak to me’ paintings.
But… Sexy Neck still wasn’t sure about the orange. He said, “Ask Ang!” I asked our designer friend Ang and she surprised us all with a “Go for it!” AND I DID!
Today, I started with a wall at the end of the hallway where we will put yesterday’s creations. I figured I would start small for my first wall painting endeavour. Then I moved to the big feature wall in the living room!
Orange baby!
Painting through my grief.
Better than eating!
Working it out.
Staying present.
Letting go of fears.
Throwing out expectations.
Living outside of judgement.
Painting the walls orange parrot.
Thank you Benjamin Moore.
Awesome!
Side note #3: One more coat of paint tomorrow. Finish product photos coming soon!
Side note #527 I just received a comment from from Ang Interior Design friend. (See comment below)
Guess what orange symbolizes in the design world – “Orange offers emotional strength in difficult times. It helps us to bounce back from disappointments and despair, assisting in recovery from grief.”
Yup, orange it is! Now I have to lie on the ground AGAIN. Who knew colours could make connections to my life too!
Be Having a Happy Family Day
Full of gratitude for this day with my boys.
My counsellor recommended an activity for me to do and I thought it would be a perfect Family Day activity.
The activity was to take a canvas, paint it then add photos and words that ‘speak’ to you. We did the painting in the morning and the photos after dinner.
Creative.
Beautiful.
Peaceful.
Fun!
Here we go:
We stopped to light a candle for my soul sister, A, who was in labour. It’s a girl!
Let the painting begin…
Next we added the photos and words from magazines.
Viola, the finished products soon to be hanging at the end of our hall.
Thank you to our insightful counsellor for suggesting this activity. It was fun to see which colours, photos and words we picked. It was a great family time!
Be Wearing Your Yak Trax at Knox
Went for a hike up Knox Mountain today.
I was so grateful to have mom’s other pair of Yak Trax underneath my running shoes.
Why are they called Yak Trax?
Why isn’t mom walking beside me?
Yup, still in the ‘what the hell happened stage!’.
And who is this almost forty year old looking at me. I don’t even recognize myself anymore.
Be Losing A Big Tooth
Tooth #3 for JC.
He swallowed it while eating his porridge at breakfast. Uh oh! I told him that was very lucky! Lucky for what, I am not sure.
Oh no, my first ‘known’ mommy lie!
God will give you more than you can handle: I guarantee it.
We were speaking to my counsellor about this exact sentiment last week.
This post floored me. I had to share.
Just rowing my boat through the ocean of grief.
There’s a certain phrase I’ve come to really dislike.
All my life, I’ve heard this phrase whenever I go through a rough patch. *And by rough patch, I mean a prickly, gnarly patch that leaves me bleeding to near death*. You’re probably familiar with those kinds of “patches”.
“God will never give you more than you can handle” is the phrase I’m referring to.
And it’s a sweet sentiment, really. The people who say it are speaking from caring and concerned hearts.
BUT–it isn’t true.
I know that sounds harsh, but I promise I haven’t suddenly lost my mind or have become an angry-with-God bitter woman who hates the world. Actually, when I realized the simple fact that God can–and will–give us more than we can possibly bear, it got easier.
And it all started to make more sense.
I’ve often trudged through trials that overwhelm me. Ever since my…
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Be Enjoying a Sunset
We have had the most incredible sunsets lately. Spectacular in fact!
People have been talking about them on Facebook mesmerized by their colour and light.
Today’s sunset provided me with one moment of awe and joy as I stumbled through my day.
Be Asking Questions
There is never a bad question.
We have instilled this concept in our boys. I am not sure how this would work if you have a wee one with the gift of the gab, but for us it has worked. Almost 100% of the time we take time to answer their questions. We try to answer as honestly as we can. Sometimes we simply answer, “I don’t know!”
Friday, December 20th, sitting on Nana and Papa’s couch, we sat as a group. I shared that Nana is going to die. We said we didn’t know when, but that Hospice House is a place where people go to die peacefully.
JC (6 yrs old) wept and curled in our arms. CC (4 yrs old)started asking questions. OC (2 yrs old) stared at us with his wondrous eyes.
Daddy will Nana die?
Does she know if she’s going to die?
Will she get better?
What is cancer anyways?
Why didn’t the 4th chemotherapy work?
How do the little cells do that?
Why can’t the doctors find a cure?
Do they need more money?
Why did they cut off Terry Fox’s leg?
How do you get cancer?
What will happen to Nana’s shoes?
How will we say I love you to Nana when she dies?
Where is heaven?
What is going to happen to Nana’s shoes?
No bad questions.
No good answers.
Sitting in sadness.
"Be" ENOUGH 