Since I am, indeed, back...I wanted to share some of the beauty that is home to me now. I hope you enjoy looking at these as much as I enjoyed taking them! :)
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Those Lovely "Little Things"
I would like to announce that I am alive. aliiiiiiiiive. ALIIIIIIIIIIIIVVVVVVEEEE....
*ahem* >.>
Anyhoo...
I haven't really felt like writing lately, mostly because of the HUGE deal that settling into my new life has become. It's not unpleasant, although chaotic, and I find myself enjoying the totally new and rootless feeling that is my life at present.
In a nutshell....I haven't been this happy in a really....REALLY long time.
I love my little house. Every morning the first sound I hear is my cat, Green Eyed Maggie Bag O' Bones. She yawns and kitten mews at me and then stretches and pads into the kitchen. The sound her feet make on the carpet is strangely satisfying. Then I stumble after her into the kitchen, and the sound MY feet make on the tile is strangely satisfying.
I've noticed that about this house. Sounds play an important role in my happiness here, and I'm not entirely certain why. Even the silence is enjoyable here.
Back to the kitchen.
As I brew my first cup of coffee and sit at the table contemplating becoming human, I can hear the birds behind my house through the open window. I have a beautiful Cardinal and his timid mate that love my bird feeders. A mockingbird sits in the trees around my house every day and makes me laugh with his neverending stolen songs. And yes, the window is open in February because the weather here is incredible! After my brain registers the birdsong, I become aware of the babbling of the creek next to my house, and suddenly all the seemingly meaningless little sounds flow together into a symphony of appreciation for another day.
That, my friends, is how my mornings start now. How could I not appreciate that? How could I possibly be unhappy with that kind of a start every day?
What are these "little things" everyone dismisses so easily? Why does owning a mailbox on a street with houses full of children and families make me SO happy? Why does owning an outside garbage can for the first time in my life make me deliriously ecstatic?? The routine of trash day, homework, chores...why is it so fulfilling? Shouldn't I want MORE MORE MORE?? Even now, it is dark outside and the sound of my typing to the rhythm of the windchimes on my porch makes me feel complete. For the first time in my life, I have no need of background noise, no music, no tv blaring, I can simply sit here and.....be.
And be....happy.
Take Time for the Little Things
Take time for the little things-
The common pleasures each day brings,
The glory of the springtime flowers,
The beauty of the morning hours,
The wealth of nature's bright array,
The quiet time that ends each day.
Yes, take time for the little things
And for the pleasure each one brings,
And in those little things you'll see
How wonderful each day can be.
*ahem* >.>
Anyhoo...
I haven't really felt like writing lately, mostly because of the HUGE deal that settling into my new life has become. It's not unpleasant, although chaotic, and I find myself enjoying the totally new and rootless feeling that is my life at present.
In a nutshell....I haven't been this happy in a really....REALLY long time.
I love my little house. Every morning the first sound I hear is my cat, Green Eyed Maggie Bag O' Bones. She yawns and kitten mews at me and then stretches and pads into the kitchen. The sound her feet make on the carpet is strangely satisfying. Then I stumble after her into the kitchen, and the sound MY feet make on the tile is strangely satisfying.
I've noticed that about this house. Sounds play an important role in my happiness here, and I'm not entirely certain why. Even the silence is enjoyable here.
Back to the kitchen.
As I brew my first cup of coffee and sit at the table contemplating becoming human, I can hear the birds behind my house through the open window. I have a beautiful Cardinal and his timid mate that love my bird feeders. A mockingbird sits in the trees around my house every day and makes me laugh with his neverending stolen songs. And yes, the window is open in February because the weather here is incredible! After my brain registers the birdsong, I become aware of the babbling of the creek next to my house, and suddenly all the seemingly meaningless little sounds flow together into a symphony of appreciation for another day.
That, my friends, is how my mornings start now. How could I not appreciate that? How could I possibly be unhappy with that kind of a start every day?
What are these "little things" everyone dismisses so easily? Why does owning a mailbox on a street with houses full of children and families make me SO happy? Why does owning an outside garbage can for the first time in my life make me deliriously ecstatic?? The routine of trash day, homework, chores...why is it so fulfilling? Shouldn't I want MORE MORE MORE?? Even now, it is dark outside and the sound of my typing to the rhythm of the windchimes on my porch makes me feel complete. For the first time in my life, I have no need of background noise, no music, no tv blaring, I can simply sit here and.....be.
And be....happy.
Take Time for the Little Things
Take time for the little things-
The common pleasures each day brings,
The glory of the springtime flowers,
The beauty of the morning hours,
The wealth of nature's bright array,
The quiet time that ends each day.
Yes, take time for the little things
And for the pleasure each one brings,
And in those little things you'll see
How wonderful each day can be.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Love My Demon
This one is for my Demon.
He is the best man I have ever known. He pushes me to be more than what I am, and acts as my mirror...reflecting myself back to me so that I can see the beauty and flaws in honesty. He won't let me be stale and stagnant, he makes me move and grow and learn. He toughs it out through the bad times, always waiting on the other side. He works hard, and always does the right thing. If ever there was a soul mate...he is mine.
I'm a lucky girl ;)
He is the best man I have ever known. He pushes me to be more than what I am, and acts as my mirror...reflecting myself back to me so that I can see the beauty and flaws in honesty. He won't let me be stale and stagnant, he makes me move and grow and learn. He toughs it out through the bad times, always waiting on the other side. He works hard, and always does the right thing. If ever there was a soul mate...he is mine.
I'm a lucky girl ;)
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
The Cheri Saga, Part....1?
I have officially started my new life.
That's right...I'm bona fide. I picked up my little family, packed us in a truck...with a lil help from my friends ;)...and moved us to a land far far away. Well, it felt far far away after being cooped up in a truck together for so long!
I was so scared. I thought, along with people who didn't wish me well, that I would never have the courage to do what I have just done. I thought that I would live my entire life in the place that I was born, and that thought was so sad. I have dreams, aspirations, bucket lists!! I want to see things, wander places, meet new people.....but the little homebody in my head whispered that it was too dangerous, just stay here.
So anyway, here I am. My new life is about to start, and I am very excited. I went around my new city today, and I was overwhelmed with the beauty of it. Everything is different, the air is different, the trees are different, the animals are different. I am surrounded by water, it rushes along the ground and hangs in the air...it makes the sun a huge ball of colorful fire at sunrise and sunset. I feel the pull of my mountains, and a little part of my heart grieves for them, and for the huge vistas of Colorado. But I feel happy here. It feels a bit like coming home.
So, now the saga of my life...begins? Continues? Stay tuned...
That's right...I'm bona fide. I picked up my little family, packed us in a truck...with a lil help from my friends ;)...and moved us to a land far far away. Well, it felt far far away after being cooped up in a truck together for so long!
I was so scared. I thought, along with people who didn't wish me well, that I would never have the courage to do what I have just done. I thought that I would live my entire life in the place that I was born, and that thought was so sad. I have dreams, aspirations, bucket lists!! I want to see things, wander places, meet new people.....but the little homebody in my head whispered that it was too dangerous, just stay here.
So anyway, here I am. My new life is about to start, and I am very excited. I went around my new city today, and I was overwhelmed with the beauty of it. Everything is different, the air is different, the trees are different, the animals are different. I am surrounded by water, it rushes along the ground and hangs in the air...it makes the sun a huge ball of colorful fire at sunrise and sunset. I feel the pull of my mountains, and a little part of my heart grieves for them, and for the huge vistas of Colorado. But I feel happy here. It feels a bit like coming home.
So, now the saga of my life...begins? Continues? Stay tuned...
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Love Thy Neighbor
I know I have been slacking at my good news posts, but I had to post this video when I found it. What a beautiful person! I wish that I could quit everything to help humanity like this, I'm so glad to see someone stepping up and making a difference. Enjoy!
Here is his Facebook page.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Bury the Dead
When your thoughts are contradictory, and have no clarity, you create a universe of thought forms that actually live off your energy. And why not? You are their mother in a strange way." ~Jaguar Woman and the Wisdom of the Butterfly Tree by Lynn V. Andrews
When I read that, it immediately made me feel like I had years and years of weird children hanging off me EVERYWHERE! How many negative thoughts have I had in my life that I've left unresolved? There are too many to count!
I've been thinking about that a lot lately, about how sometimes it is so hard for me to let go of negativity and anger. Only toward the people who don't matter though. If I love you, I can forgive you in a matter of minutes. My dad used to say that I lose my temper in seconds, but I cool down and forgive almost immediately after. I think there is a virtue in there somewhere, although I'm sure experiencing the vice side isn't very pleasant.
Frankly, I'm tired of being blocked from good things because of the anger I hold toward the father of my children and his family. They are horrid people, truly worthy of the negative feelings I have for them. But, it does ME absolutely no good to hate them. They haunt me, appearing in thoughts and dreams on a regular basis only...they don't even know it! I bring this negativity on myself because of what I can't let go of. I carry them around like a corpse on my back that is long dead, and for some reason I refuse to bury it. I'm not sure how to set my burden down, mind over matter seems to elude me. I was cleaning out my closet..ha ha...and found a box. In the bottom of this box, under random things, was a whole pile of things from at least 10 years ago. I have been dragging this box around for a DECADE!
WHYYYYYY?!?
And so began my quest to rid myself of the physical reminders of my hatred. I have cleaned everything, gotten rid of things that I don't need or want, and have only one problem left. My children. How do I not hate these people for how they make my children feel? I think it is only possible through complete honesty with my kids. I think it is only through teaching them how to be decent people, and if I can't let go of negativity, really what legacy am I leaving? The negativity bleeds through to everything and everyone else, and blocks me from the happiness that surely would be mine....if i could just let go.
So now, it's just putting the things I have learned into avid practice. I know you can't hate someone you pray for, which I obviously am not doing for these wretched people.
*grumbles and kicks dirt*
Someone hand me a shovel....we're goin grave diggin
Friday, January 14, 2011
On The Bus
I rode the bus the other day. Several times, in fact. As I sat there, watching an endless flow of people running before me, I had to wonder.....where are they going? Where did they come from?
An old man, bundled up in his second hand, dirty clothes sat in the corner of a seat. He looked at the world out of blank eyes that didn't seem to register anyone or anything around him. No one spoke to him.
A group of women, obviously several generations of family, all speaking what sounded like an African dialect. They ranged in age from extremely old to a young child, and all of them helped each other carry their many bags of groceries. When their bottles of Hawaiian Punch kept falling to the floor, on to my feet, I offered to put them in the seat next to me and earned a dirty look from the middle aged woman. The young mother looked surprised when I offered, and when she looked at me out of one of the darkest skinned faces I've ever seen I thought....wow, she is so beautiful.
A woman with silver all through her hair and a scarf covering it told her fellow passengers that she was born in '77 and I thought...good grief, do I look that old??
A young couple sat together, whispering in each other's ears and laughing at an intimate joke while they pored over a city map, trying to find their destination and wondering out loud if they were on the right route.
Young men with music blasting in their ears looked at me with rebellion written all over their faces.
Every rider answered my questions about bus routes...but every driver treated me like an idiot.
People of all ages, sex, and race greeted one another as they boarded the bus, treating each other like old friends.
Every single person thanked the drivers and told them to have a good day.
I wanted to sit in the back of the bus and ride it all day long, taking photos of the little world within a world. Where are these people going? Who are they? What makes them who they are, and where have they been? How can each person be so beautiful and unique?
We are all One.
An old man, bundled up in his second hand, dirty clothes sat in the corner of a seat. He looked at the world out of blank eyes that didn't seem to register anyone or anything around him. No one spoke to him.
A group of women, obviously several generations of family, all speaking what sounded like an African dialect. They ranged in age from extremely old to a young child, and all of them helped each other carry their many bags of groceries. When their bottles of Hawaiian Punch kept falling to the floor, on to my feet, I offered to put them in the seat next to me and earned a dirty look from the middle aged woman. The young mother looked surprised when I offered, and when she looked at me out of one of the darkest skinned faces I've ever seen I thought....wow, she is so beautiful.
A woman with silver all through her hair and a scarf covering it told her fellow passengers that she was born in '77 and I thought...good grief, do I look that old??
A young couple sat together, whispering in each other's ears and laughing at an intimate joke while they pored over a city map, trying to find their destination and wondering out loud if they were on the right route.
Young men with music blasting in their ears looked at me with rebellion written all over their faces.
Every rider answered my questions about bus routes...but every driver treated me like an idiot.
People of all ages, sex, and race greeted one another as they boarded the bus, treating each other like old friends.
Every single person thanked the drivers and told them to have a good day.
I wanted to sit in the back of the bus and ride it all day long, taking photos of the little world within a world. Where are these people going? Who are they? What makes them who they are, and where have they been? How can each person be so beautiful and unique?
We are all One.
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