Dream Whisperer…

It’s easy to worry…it just comes naturally…wake up…turn my brain on…worry comes out…takes no effort at all…

And…there are so many things I can worry about on any given day…finances…children…health…mother…finances…relationship…or lack thereof…siblings…work…finances…household things…friends…things I should have done…things I shouldn’t have done…the list could go on and on…

Thankfully…Bertha…frequently…tiptoes into my dreams…whispering softly…reminding me…that the sun will shine…even when it’s behind the clouds…the birds will sing…even when I’m at work and don’t hear them…she points out…that there is always much more good in my life than bad…regardless of how bad things seem to get

She reminds me…of the buttercups that bloomed in the winter…of the roses blooming in the spring…of the beauty of the changing leaves in the fall…and…bike rides and butterflies in the summer…

She reminds me…of the softness of my bed…the warmth of my coffee…brewed and waiting when I wake up

She reminds me…of the feel of cool grass against bare toes…of the taste of lemonade on a warm afternoon…of catching fireflies in fruit jars…of reading in my Granny’s rocker…of holding my newborn daughters…and granddaughters…

And…then…I wake up…and…worry…doesn’t seem so natural anymore…

Jane

Stop That Thought…

It started out to be one of those days…well…it started last night…you know…the night that the lights went out in New Orleans…which kept me up later than I had intended…which shifted my gym plans for the week…which shifted my wake-up time…which threw my precarious schedule all of track…then…there was the run in my tights…and…several of other little snigglet things…

Anyway…from my experiences so far this morning…today has the potential to be one of those…the worse it gets…the worse it gets…kind of days…

Enter…Bertha…wearing a reflective vest and yielding a stop sign…and…no…she wasn’t on her way to the school crossing…she was headed straight to me…reminding me that every day…every moment…has the potential to be a…worse…moment…or a…better…moment…the choice is always mine…it’s really all about where I put my focus…

So…I sit here…redirecting my focus…appreciating the fact that I have the flexibility to shift my workout days to alternate days…that I build enough time into my morning schedule that I can sleep later and really still be okay…that I was able to stop the run in my tights with nail polish…that I have a new pair in the drawer to wear next time…and…it’s then I realize…nothing has really…gone so terribly wrong…in fact…everything may be just right…and…in that moment…the light shines brightly…in my little corner of the world…

Jane