Flowers in My Genes

When I was very young, my dad had a beautiful garden. There was a rose bed with several kinds of vintage roses; and there were annual beds with dozens of different species of happy, colorful flowers. Tulips, Iris, and Daffodils lined our shrub gardens all around the house in the Spring. I loved working with him in the garden, tilling soil and picking off dead flowers. One by one, he taught me the name of every flower. To this day I remember them all. I have many in my own gardens now, and I love to compliment them every morning. The Texas winter is difficult for them. Short days and cold temps threaten. But somehow the strong survive and how happy they make my heart when they bloom on sunny winter days.

They show me how to celebrate even through dark, cold seasons.

We Have Powers

I used to design résumés for people. I'd start by interviewing them and getting a sense for what their passions are and what their character is. Then we'd go over their experience and education. I'd try to find out what kind of job they were looking for and the qualities they might bring to the job. I'd ask them to tell me about their life when they're not on the job. What do they love? Then I'd develop a résumé that highlighted all their attributes. Often they would be surprised and a bit uncomfortable at how great they sounded on paper. 

We have all been taught to dismiss ourselves; to not brag or pump ourselves up. We call it humility. This has caused us to not even be aware of the powers we carry. We need friends to pull those powers out and show them to us. For example, my friend Cindy has a brilliant business mind; wants to help people find success; and is so generous. She does not see these things in herself - they are just a natural part of who she is that we all benefit from. Another friend, Vanessa, is compassionate, ultra-creative, and a wise comfort to her friends. She, too, thinks she's not that different from others, but she is.

We need to start calling out each other's powers. When someone tells us what they see in us, we need to believe it; receive it in our hearts; then release it to others in humble confidence that we really have that ability to change someone's life.

Today, treat yourself and ask a trusted friend what they see in you.

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When I Was 29

When I was 29, I invited Jesus into my heart. But I have come to realize he invited me into His heart long before.

Most of my life I've been desperate to know Him more. Now I see He lives in me and I've known Him since forever.

I hear Him now. It's not that he just started talking. It's more that I stopped talking. I embraced a moment, asked a question, and listened.

My path has taken me many directions, but now I just come to this very personal, very quiet thought. He is with me and it makes all the difference.

John 14:20: So when that day comes, you will know that I am living in the Father and that you are one with me, for I will be living in you.

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Hugging Happy

I walked under dark clouds yesterday.

Threatening ragged storm clouds held wind and coming rain. I was trying not to think about anything; just be present in the sound of my feet on dirt, and the quiet steps of my dog friend. 

This forest is my happy place in Texas. When I’m here, hard thoughts are not permitted. I only remember the sunshine; glimpses of laughter and play. I talk to the air and believe God is  listening. I remember sticky fingers, snowy adventures, and times with friends.  I think about things I’d like to write, and I dream a little.

The present is a good place to walk. It's a good destination for any day; embracing a moment like a beloved child; hugging happy.; finding peace.

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70s Girls

I had to paint this and get it out of my mind where it resided since the night before when I saw it as I drifted to sleep. It means something and I’m contemplating that. I wonder what it might mean to others. What these girls are tossing are a bunch of seeds. These are 70s girls. That means we grew up in the 1950s and 1960s and gained our independence in the late 60s and 70s. We were special.

Embrace the Moment

So, we're eating breakfast, listening to heavenly music by The Piano Guys and talking. I tell him, "we need to find a place to listen to beautiful music like this." (We love live music.) But then I realize, it's right here right now. I'm in my sunny kitchen, eating good food, cooked by my cute chef, and listening to piano and cello which were recorded live. Even my little dog gets to be here. All I'm missing is a bouquet of flowers.

Am I Enough?

While walking in the woods, I wonder about purpose. I have lots of labels. Writer, photographer, creative, lover of books, mom, grandma, aunt, wife, homeowner, Texas resident, senior citizen, hippie, spiritual, flower grower, graduate, journalist, mountain girl. They describe me. But why am I these things? I think there is something deeper. Who am I really? This poem came from that pondering. I purposely did not finish it, because I believe God will finish it for you if you, too, wonder like me.

Am I Enough?

Am I enough?

A daughter

On daddy’s lap

Swinging in his arms

Being helpless. Homeless

Without you?

Am I enough?

A heart that loves

But breathes unsure

Of where I fit

Or if I’m pure

To relate enough

Or listen true

To your voice

Your thoughts

Your whispers of affection?

Am I enough?

Do I do it right?

Sing my songs

Believe it all

The way you want?

Can I just be me?

Afraid and lost

Tucked secure

Tight against your heart

Trusting your strength in me?

What is enough?

Is this enough?

Am I enough?

A beloved daughter

Sitting with you?

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