In the Strangest Places…

I’m in a place of…movement…what I used to call…change…that is until…Contemplation RockBertha…got a hold of me…reminding me that the only way to get where I want to be…is to move…from where I am…

 
Somehow…I still find the thought of movement to be much less threatening than change…

 
So…my life is…moving…personally and professionally…the only problem is…I’m not sure where it’s going…or exactly how it’s gonna get there…and that is scary for me…so I tend to hold on to the status quo…

 
Bertha…in a rare tender moment…reminds me…I don’t have to know where I’m going…I don’t have to know how I’m going to get there…those are Divine details…all I have to do…is put one foot in front of the other…and take the steps that I am being led to take…

 
She promises me that everything I need will come to me when I need it…and will come from…the strangest places…places I couldn’t plan…because…that’s where miracles come from…

 
Hmmm…

 
Jane

Chores and Contemplation…

I have to admit…housework isn’t my favorite occupation…and even though it’s summer vacation…I’m hard pressed to find an hour to devote to it…so…this weekend…I had a bright idea…I’d spend ten minutes every morning…toward my chores…figuring that by the end of the week…I would have spent over an hour…and the house would be clean…and it wouldn’t seem like any effort…

So far…it’s working pretty well…since my house is kind of tiny…and I’m fairly neat…that’s about all it takes to keep it looking good.

Bertha…was proud of me…I came up with the idea all by myself…but…she did say that it reminded her of my life…if I would just take a few minutes every day…to clean up the mess from the day before…my life…like my house…would be…looking good…

Hmmm…time for chores and contemplation…

Jane