Daily Joys and Simple Pleasures

Daily Joys and Simple Pleasures


See this picture?  I am certain it is apparent to you that it should be vertical

rather than horizontal.  It is apparent to me, too.  I’ve edited.  Flipped.  Turned. Saved. Rinsed. Repeated.  And the demonstration piece meant as a visual to my point will not do what I want it to.  Or, said more accurately, I do not hold in my immediate memory the capacity to push the right buttons to get this visual about transformation to transform.

It occurs to me that this is the perfect way to share this image with you: imperfectly.

I willingly participated in a local event as a demonstration artist.  For Two Days.  I want to emphasize the word, “willingly.”  Although the news I am about to deliver surprises people from time to time – it is true.  I love people and I am introverted.  I prefer the silence of water lapping the shore to the cacophony of conversation.  Just as an example.  The answer to why I agreed to do this is rooted in wanting to overcome my own internal resistance and transform certain characteristics I possess.  I’m going to give you a peek into the first two hours of my first day.

My space was 30% smaller than I’d been instructed to expect.  I was next to the storage area where volunteers came through my demonstration space and loaded up and out and back again dozens of chairs.  My headache that had been promising the potential of a migraine…acted on its natural impulse and became a fuzzy-sight-turning-everything-into-wavy-lines migraine.  The little valley in which our venue was located was fog enshrouded and 20 degrees colder than the area to 1/2 mile south of it.  And the demonstration artist three booths down dropped dead doing what she loves.  Right there in our little demonstration area.  She was 89 and loved painting.  And yet, this all happened before noon.  If I tell you that was only the start perhaps you’ll agree I’ve said enough.

My sweet and protective husband encouraged me to bag the second day.  I told him I thought there was an opportunity here for me that I didn’t want to miss.  He just rolled his eyes.  Transformation.  It’s always a choice.  So I gave thoughtful consideration to my second day.

It was a fantastic day.  My headache dissolved to a just barely fuzzy vision level.  Tolerable.  I posted signs inviting guests 12 years and under to ask me how long I had been writing.  Dozens of young people asked and were given their very own blank composition book.  Those who were engaged learned how to create a commonplace book and were given ideas how writing might help them live a fuller and more rewarding life.  I gave away a greeting card to every adult that stopped.  And I worked on a project that brought me a lot of joy when I wasn’t talking with people.  What was the transformation?

The physical pain of a severe headache aside,  the difference was in how I chose to frame my view of the event.  The first day I was behaving the way all the other artists were behaving and doing what I thought was expected of me.  The second day I paid no attention to what anyone else was doing and I did what I expected of myself.  This may seem like a familiar lesson because I talk about it all the time.  The reason I talk about it so much is because I need to reinforce the truth of it in my own life.  Every day.  I must not measure my actions by the expectations of others.  EVER.  When I choose to transform an experience from undesirable to enjoyable – it is almost always tied to connecting to my core and acting upon my own authentic impulses.  I came home from day one drained and disheartened.  I came home from day two tired but happy.  Pleased.  Throughout the day people celebrated the long career of the artist who had died the day before.  And every artist who spoke of her said that they hoped that at the end of their days they hoped they would “go” doing something they loved.

The transformation for me was living into the day doing

what I love and sharing it with others.  The transformation was setting aside all expetations of “perfection” and embracing the actuality of the circumstance.  To transform is to grow.  And it’s said many different ways that living things are either growing or dying.  I’ll stick with transformation!

Maybe We Need to Remember…

Everything we learned in Kindergarten!


I remember my kindergarten room was all about cooperation, community and acceptance.  Sharing. Doing things independently and then learning how to do them together.  “Hands are for making things, not for hitting.”   “That’s okay that she is different than you are.  We can all still work together.” I can see my teacher’s smiling, freckled face.  What a cheerful soul.  To be a good kindergarten teacher is a sacred calling.  It really is THE Launching Point for our careers and many of our life’s lessons and challenges.

My point?   I’m guessing President Obama had a pretty awesome kindergarten teacher.

Obama Certifies Military Ready for ‘Don’t Ask’ Repeal

By Jim Garamone
American Forces Press Service

WASHINGTON, July 22, 2011 – Based on recommendations from military leaders, President Barack Obama has certified to Congress that the U.S. armed forces are prepared for repeal of the “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” law.

There is a 60-day waiting period before the repeal goes into effect, so the law will officially come off the books Sept. 20. After that date, gay service members can be open about their sexual orientation.

The president signed the certification and delivered it to Congress today.



Wednesday Encouragement

If you need this message, particularly, print it out.  It’s a gift from me to you.

The Tone of a Dragonfly is a Purposeful…


Yesterday, after a full creative day at my bench, I took on the task of five off-island errands.  Which meant organizing myself for a ferry trip and getting to five establishments before their night time close.  Since I started this venture at the early end of a normal work day – I felt a little “behind” before I started.

The lesson of the dragonfly has inserted itself into my consciousness.  Good thing for me.  I could FEEL myself flapping, unproductively, like a housefly having to flap those wings 600 times a minute in order to sustain its flight.  I was able to picture the beauty of the dragonfly, take three, deep purposeful breaths and calm my own wing flapping down to the more tolerable thirty flaps a minute.

Five errands equaled five hours.  I arrived home calmly, attitude fully intact and happy to have accomplished each thing I had set out to do.  I had to adjust my plan and map several times within that five hour period.  In that – the dragonfly continues to be a modern marvel and model.  In spite of its primordial roots, its practice is so very relevant to the way I live each day.  Able to competently and flexibly change direction.  No flap – no fuss.

I was grateful as I pulled into the driveway of my home at dark o’thirty, that I had listened to the dragonfly’s message of intentional purpose and calm.

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