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Be Clickety Clacking with Vision

Clickety clack.

The pieces are all falling into place.

Snap.

Press.

Thunk.

The dreams of my mind are coming true in more ways than one right now.

Every day, I live in awe of how life events are unfolding, how my thoughts and reality are becoming woven together.

In the spring, I was thinking about a club that our family could join to create community for our boys, reinforce skills that we learn in our family that would be reinforced within this community as well as a place to have fun.  Only one week later, a friend invited us to a Paddle Centre where our family could pay a membership fee to go on Stand-Up Paddle boards, kayaks or surfskis and have our own beachfront property to use without the taxes.  A week after the open house, we were members and our family is experiencing a rich time of being a part of a caring and athletic community.

Click.

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At end of June, our family create a list of what we wanted to do together this summer.  It is only mid-July and we have done almost half of the things on our wishlist.  Everyone is tremendously happy and we are enjoying being together and everything we are doing: Skateboard park, waterslides, reading together, swim parties, birthday party…

Clack.

Last fall, I had hoped for a water feature with running water in our backyard.  This summer, every day, I enjoy our wonderful fish pond.

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Click clack.

One morning a while ago, I got up and had a thought that I would love it if my husband would dance with me.  Later that afternoon, my husband was fixing something in the bathroom, I went to take a look and wouldn’t you know it, but he grabbed me and started dancing.

Clickety clack.

Just like that.

Positive visions, thoughts, intentions, creating moments in life that inspire and encourage me.

Lastly, my eight year old, snapped a photo of me at the one place I spend early mornings and late evenings for the foreseeable future, teaching families online who school at home, connecting with people, reading and writing.   I am taking hold of my time and my vision.  The five rituals that I am creating in my life every day are: Connecting with Sexy Neck (my husband), cuddling my boys, reading, writing and exercising.

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Clickety Clack.

Just like that!!

I leave you with two quotes from one of my favourite motivation speakers, now deceased, Jim Rohn says:

  • “Failure is a few errors in judgment repeated every day.”
  • “Success is a few simple disciplines practiced every day.”

What dreams could you create with a few simple disciplines practiced every day?

With discipline and vision, dreams do come true every day. I am proof!

Be a Motivational Philosopher

Forty-one years old.

I have figured out what I want to “be” in this life!

I want to use my ever-thinking, hardcore mind to write.

Using every word I utter to encourage and inspire.

Pouring light into every person I pass and meet.

Being vulnerable and open myself first to bring that out in others.

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I want to motivate others to find freedom through whatever means works for them.

My company has solutions for everyone.

Untying knots that hold people back.

Shaking things up.

Agent of change.

Helping people dream and achieve their goals.

Achieving my goal of spending more time with that hardworking man behind me!

Using my gift of being a motivational philosopher.

Being.

Me.

Be the Gift of a Vomit Bowl

After my mom died, there were few things that I asked for nor wanted.

Stuff just doesn’t hold much “significance” for me.

One thing that we did take was the two blue bowls that my mom had during her cancer journey.

It wasn’t until this morning that I understood the significance of these bowls and the gift that I had been given.

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Last night, my oldest threw up, eleven times… yup, we counted.

We slept for about two hours and now we are into our day, living our life.

I have learned that we don’t live in a world where everything is perfect or where everything will go as we planned.  BUT we can find comfort in chaos and beautiful moments while cleaning a vomit bowl.

My Sexy Neck sent me this text after JC and I’s long night:

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The gift of watching my mom vomit over and over and over again as she journeyed through cancer.  My mom and I would laugh as we were the two most squeamish members of our family when it came to vomit.

The gift of a bowl to help my children and to be able to walk with them through their sickness.

New beginnings.

New Learnings.

A blue bowl.

The gift of a messy, marvelous life that my mom lived fully.

My own messy, marvelous life that I live with in freedom and grace.

Be Creating a Family 

Family? 

What does that mean for you? 

Does it trigger tears? Does it make you smile? Does it fill your heart? Does it make you want to run a mile? 

Family is a beautifully, imperfect thing.  

No mother not father is perfect.  

No family is without mistakes nor opportunities to learn.  

Family is messy.  

Family is fun.  

Here are our family rules that sit on our hallway chalkboard:  

 

Any chance we get, Sexy Neck and I help connect our boys to their cousins.  It has been incredible to watch them grow-up together.  

Hand-in-hand.  

Walking.

Jumping.  

Laughing.  

Saying “I’m sorry” and moving on. 

Back to fun!  

 

Be Saying Goodbye to Orange 

I am not sure what happened, but I am going with it.  

Yesterday, I decided to was done with our orange walls.  They served their purpose. They helped me wail and gave me a place to ‘put’ my grief.  

Here is the story of the orange walks.  

After celebrating my birthday, I knew my pain had turned to peace.  So, I picked up a brush and roller this morning and began to pain.  

   

I was able to talk to my boys about the  pain I felt when Nana died.  I told them that painting this wall orange helped me.   I told them I wanted to paint this wall white today because of the peace, love and joy that surrounds us now. 

Peace.  

Love.  

Joy. 

Now back to the wall to no longer wail but to have a whale of a time doing something my mom loved to do.   

  Thank you God for giving me perseverance to deal with my stuff and to have such a supportive partner.  

Be ‘Out of the Mouth’ of Boys

Tonight at bedtime, we were have cuddle and talk time, like we usually do.

But this evening was quite unusual.

I was lying with seven year old, JC, and three year old OC.

OC snuggled into my neck and licked me. Yup, like a cat.

He started to giggle.

I asked, “Why did you do that?”

Seven year old JC piped up from beside of me, “He is trying to get Nana’s love into your heart?”

Wow! Out of the mouth of boys!