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for my daddy

I am pretty sure I have one of the best dads in the whole wide world.

He has always believed in me ~ and helped make my dreams come true.  Even if he didn’t fully understand them, or think they were particularly good ideas.

He always made sure I was taken care of ~ in the best ways he knew how.  He still does ~ even though I’m all grown up.

My daddy was my hero as a child, and he is even more of a hero now, when I understand all the sacrifices he made to give my brother and I the lives we had growing up.

When I look around, and see all the people out there who didn’t have a dad like me, I know how incredibly lucky I am and continue to be because of who my father is as a man, and as a parent.

I will never ever be able to say thank you enough ~ for the small things, like letting me sleep on all the long drives to and from PSU for football games ~ or the big things, like rescuing me my freshman year of college … and from Chicago a few years ago.

This is just a very small thank you on a very small stage to my daddy, for being the best dad out there, and one of the best men I have ever known.  xoxo.

Thank you, from the very bottom of my heart.

Love, Mouse.

Boston

The man and I have safely arrived home from our whirlwind trip to Boston.  We spent the majority of yesterday and today in the car, and now, we’ve flopped on the couch to enjoy a few precious moments of ‘relaxation,’ and watching the Tonys.

Hope you’re staying cool and are also relaxing … staring tomorrow, it’s back to business as usual!

We loved Boston and can’t wait to go back … pics up soon!

my side of the fence

Today, I discovered the Voice Memo app on my phone.  I use the word ‘discover’ loosely, as I have always known it existed, but never thought I’d ever have use of it.

And yet, this afternoon, as I was driving and my thoughts were coming rapid fire, I thought how much I wished I could write things down, capture the moment somehow.  At which point a lightbulb went off, and I talked to my phone for 4 minutes.  Even weirder, it played back through my sound system when I was done.  So it was just me, sitting in my car, literally listening to my thoughts.

I most assuredly yammered.  But once I got comfortable talking to an application, my thoughts clarified, and by the end of the four minutes, I knew what it was I was trying to say.

It’s very easy to gaze across a fence, and feel one of two ways.  Envious, of the other, seemingly more green lawn.  Or condemning, of a lawn you feel is not to your standard.  Perhaps, when looking at that ‘greener’ lawn, you think if only you had their resources, you could tend your lawn better, and be happier.  Or, when looking at the rag-tag lawn, you think how much happier you must be, because you have come so much further with your gardening.

But the thing is, regardless of that unspoken life timeline we all know exists, life is neither a race, nor a competition.  Often times, people are searching for validation of their life choices ~ “Yes, I’m doing the right thing”, “I’m on the right path”, “You approve”.  But the thing is, so often all those people whose opinion we are searching for?  Too wrapped up in themselves ~ because at the heart of it, we’re all pretty selfish and narcissistic beasts.  So now we’re competing against the idea we hold of what other people may or may not think of us.  Exhausting!

The only person who can tell you if you’re doing the right thing, walking the right path ~ is you.  The man and I have a lot of friends, and they all have different lifestyles ~ none better or worse than ours.  Yes, occasionally I get myself all worked up about owning a home and being married (I’m human, I whine).  But what I really want to do is travel.  And be healthy.  And write.  All completely possible to do from our cozy little abode.

I love my life ~ but I really love my life when I remember to appreciate it for what it is.  And here is what my life is to me ~ a mosaic of all the choices I have made to try to be the person I want to be.  I love my man, and I love my puppy ~ I love the apartment we live in, and our awesome backyard. I love our neighbors.  I love cooking dinner ~ for just us, or for guests.  I love that I see my parents and the man’s parents on a regular basis.  I love our network of friends.  I love our traditions.  I love when we go on road trips, and have lazy daydreams about adventures we will take some day.  I love the simple routine of days.  I have come, over time, to appreciate the city we live near.  I feel blessed and thankful for so many things ~ it seems silly to constantly stress or agonize over the things we may not have.

I know that there are people out there who wouldn’t find my life fulfilling.  I am sure that people live lives I wouldn’t find fulfilling.  But here’s the miracle of it all ~ if we stop comparing and racing and counting and measuring for just a second, we would all see that we have chosen and molded and crafted the path we walk ~ and we have the power to change it, if it isn’t what makes us happy.  My life makes me happy.  It isn’t important for my choices to make anyone else happy ~ or meet anyone else’s standard.  When I fall asleep at night, my hand cradled in the man’s hand, I am completely content with being exactly where I am.  That is the greatest blessing of all.

 

 

hatfields & mccoys

As we watched the end of “Hatfields & McCoys” last night, I kept thinking over and over again, as the ashes settled, did either side look back on the hardships and the ruins of their families and think their actions were worth it?

Obviously, we’ll never truthfully know.  The mini-series implied it ~ but first hand accounts are few and far between.

But it made me think about actions in life.  Is the instant gratification worth the long-term pain?  Usually not.  Is hanging on to anger and hurt and pain healthy – in any way?  Definitely not.

But it’s more complicated than that, as we all know.  Life doesn’t exist in black & white.  Knowing the logic and reason behind something rarely takes the coloring and tinges of emotion out of the picture.

It’s really easy to get caught up in the small things.  And once you get caught up in them, they slowly become the big things, because having fixated on an issue, it grows at an exponentially fast rate.

It’s an interesting thing to wrap my brain around.  Thinking that events snow-balled to the point that Hatfield and McCoy men charged at each other in a battle with the intent to kill ~ not for justice, or freedom or a noble cause, but because two men held fast to feelings of injustice, and as time grew, their hatred engulfed not only them, but their kin as well ~ is craziness.  I mean, utterly incomprehensible, other than the fact that it actually took place.

I can think back and admit that there have been times in my life that I have walked away from friendships, and now, couldn’t pinpoint the exact cause.  It all just came together and was, for me, the best option.  I don’t carry a significant amount of hate in my heart ~ hating is exhausting, and gives credence where it is certainly not due.

But it makes me stop and think about the things that are niggling in my heart right now.  Is anything worth destroying precious relationships over?  In the end, it’s the people in your life who give life its substance.  And while sometimes you have to walk away, most of the time small perceived injustices aren’t worth holding onto.

Just my rambling thoughts for tonight.

 

my camelot

It is an infinitely comforting thing, to be curled up in a sweatshirt and snuggly blanket on a cool evening.  It was surprisingly chilly today, and the rain didn’t help matters.  At one point, when I looked up from work, it was nearly dark outside, with rain streaming down.  Eeyore day, indeed.

Sometimes, when all the stars align ~ or, in a better description, a perfect storm occurs ~ everything comes into crystal clear perspective for one breath-taking moment.  For me, it brings to mind the idea that King Arthur sings about in Lerner & Lowe’s “Camelot,” ~ … for one brief, shining moment …   In that moment, you feel fully content.  There aren’t nagging feelings of inadequacy, of being judged, of not fulfilling your potential, of being dissatisfied.

Today, when I got home from work, and the man and Lucy Lou came out to greet me in the drizzle, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.  My puppy’s soft nose nuzzled me, and the man kissed me hello and then pulled my bags from the car.  And even though life isn’t perfect, and every day will present a new difficulty, challenge or ‘character-building’ experience, having a family to come home to and share the simplest acts of life is an amazing thing.

thundershowers

It has been quite a weekend with many things to celebrate.  The man and I squeezed out every minute of celebration for our four years beginning Saturday with excellent wine and cheese at our favorite vineyard, Va La, and winding up with a leisurely lunch today at the Four Dogs (another of our favorites).  At both locations, guess who got the most attention?

Yup.  Lucy Lou.

We celebrated Mother’s Day today as well, since my brother and his lady love were in town.  And we also toasted to Father’s Day, as we all won’t be together then, either.  And this morning, we sat and watched the flotilla procession on the Thames celebrating Queen Elizabeth II’s Diamond Jubilee (her sixtieth year as the monarch of Great Britain).  Some fun facts … Queen Elizabeth II does not have a passport.  She is also the only person in Great Britain allowed to drive without a license.  Additionally, she is the second longest reigning monarch in British history, following only Queen Victoria, who ruled for 63 years.  (Sidenote: Some of the best, and longest reigning monarchs have been women.  It makes me proud and awed).  The celebration was inspiring, despite being very soggy, as it all occurred during a deluge of rain.  It culminated (after the fly-by was cancelled due to weather) with choir singers atop a barge, completely drenched, singing a beautiful rendition of “God Save the Queen,” in conjunction with the London Philharmonic Orchestra.  I’m glad I got to watch it with my Mama & Aunt.

To rewind a little … On Saturday night, we noshed on shrimp and curry sauce while enjoying ‘The Hatfields & the McCoys’ marathon.  What a genius miniseries ~ I will admit my eyelids got very heavy as the third installment began and I slept through most of it.  But my internal clock pretty much shuts me down between 10.30p and 11pm, so it was to be expected.  I wanted to finish it tonight, but instead, we chose to watch the season finale of “Game of Thrones.”  Then to bed ~ this week is busy, and we are off to Boston next weekend for a wedding.  Must get good rest.  🙂

4.

quattro. ceithir. cztery. vier. quatre. quattuor. It’s been a great adventure so far … <3

ladies dinner

I spent a highly enjoyable evening with old high school friends at a BYOB in Philadelphia.  We enjoyed good food, good conversation, and good reminiscing.  Since I rolled in to my cozy apartment at nearly midnight, I’m going to call it, and say this post is my effort to nearly complete my May goal of blogging every day.

Tomorrow the man and I celebrate four whole years together.  We’ve come a long way.  I’m a lucky gal.  Happy Quatro my love.

an ever-evolving journey

As much as I might try to explain how class ended yesterday, I couldn’t do the following passage justice.  Our yoga instructor ended with this, and while I find the entire thing very powerful, I think the image that struck me the most was the idea that our path is like ‘riding on a train backwards ~ we cannot see where we are going, only where we have been …. wisdom is whatever is going to happen to us today.’

In essence, this just further clarifies the impermanence of life, in a really positive, encouraging way.  I loved it, and my instructor was kind enough to send me the quote in its entirety, so I am sharing with you.

The Path is Uncharted

This path has one very distinct characteristic: it is not prefabricated. It doesn’t already exist. The path that we’re talking about is the moment-by-moment evolution of our experience, the moment-by-moment evolution of the world of phenomena, the moment-by-moment evolution of our thoughts and our emotions. 
The path is not Route 66, destination Los Angeles. It’s not as if we can take out a map and figure that this year we might make it to Gallup, New Mexico, and maybe by next year, we’ll be in L.A. The path is uncharted. It comes into existence moment-by-moment and at the same time drops away behind us. It’s like riding in a train sitting backward. We can’t see where we’re headed, only where we’ve been. This is a very encouraging teaching, because it says that the source of wisdom is whatever is going to happen to us today. The source of wisdom is whatever is happening to us right at this very instant. — Pema Chodron

impermanence

Class tonight was blissful.

It wasn’t crowded, which meant not being on top of my neighbor’s mat, it wasn’t nearly as tough as the past two weeks (or, perhaps it just played more to my strengths) and my mind was much more focused (which, after the day I had, was a small miracle).

We talked about impermanence and attachment this evening.  I know I always say that class is fitting to what is happening in my life ~ I am not sure if that is the case, or if all the concepts and ideas of life can be applied to at least one thing within a person’s daily existence.  Irregardless, I needed the mental stretching class provided today.

A friend once said to me, as we sat on bleachers in a quiet playground with stars filling the sky, that the only thing that is certain is that nothing is certain.  You could rephrase it to say the only thing that is permanent is impermanence ~ either way, it’s the same idea.  Life changes and shifts on a daily, weekly, yearly basis.  Relationships ebb & flow, we are each striving to mold ourselves out of deeply flawed putty, working to become our own vision of a well-rounded human.

I am reminded daily that this is an on-going process.

I’ve always had attachments to material things ~ we all have.  I used to wonder if mine stemmed from moving so often when I was young.  The impermanence of home was stabilized by pieces of furniture, a stuffed bear named Rudi (who still sits by my bed, and is in his 27th year), books that have lined my bookshelves in every place I have called home …. So many things with personal meaning, significance.  Living with the man for nearly three years, I’ve learned to spring clean ~ get rid of unnecessary things, outdated things … things that had become, over time, nothing more than clutter.  It is always a little nerve-wracking and exhilarating all at once to send bags or boxes of long-held belongings to Goodwill, or the Salvation Army.  But in the time that follows, I do not pine for that which I have given away.  Material things feel very important until you loosen your grip on the value you assign them.  On the flip side, some things are too personal to me to consider giving away. Will I ever relinquish Rudi Bear?  Probably not.

From another perspective, friendships and relationships change.  Recently, I realized with deep sadness, that someone I cherished for what seems like forever, isn’t the same person I used to know.  Time has slipped by, and life has changed us both.  I think with regret that I made mistakes ~ I didn’t nurture the relationship ~ I took for granted that we would always be close.  I made an assumption that some things were forever… but I should have known better.  Coming to terms with that on the mat seemed fitting.  Relinquishing the fight and acknowledging that one cannot go back and fix mistakes ~ one can only find wisdom in today, and move forward purposefully, within the present environment.

It is so easy to allow oneself to get caught up in the small details of daily life.  I am one hundred percent guilty of it.  Something unbalances my work day, and I twist into knots, rather than stepping back, and trying to gain a whisper of perspective.  When we began class, our instructor asked us to think about the events of the day, but to remove any feelings or emotions from the thoughts.  I envisioned each event in a sterilized environment ~ like scalpels and knives in an operating room.  Clean, unblemished, and nothing more or less than what they appear.

I think that what I came away with is that life will continue to move forward, ever-changing and shifting, as though the ground is never truly firm beneath our feet.  These changes, whether fluid or jarring, are part of life, and whether one allows these changes to affect them individually or in broad strokes really depends on the person.  I have my fingers crossed that as time rolls on, I get better at looking at the big picture instead of all the little pieces.