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

Writing…Today…

There’s something about sitting in front of a blank white page…that…can be just a bit intimidating…it’s like…it’s just sitting there…waiting on me…to determine what it is going to be…what it is going to say…if it is going to win a Pulitzer Prize…grace file thirteen…or…land somewhere in-between…

Bertha…says…it’s a lot like my life…every day is a blank canvas…a blank white page…and…I get to determine what goes on it…

I argue…I don’t get to choose…I have obligations…I have a job…I have family…I have friends…surely…they determine my day…

Bertha…will have none of that…not that I thought she would…I just had to try…one more time…to be the innocent victim of…life…but…no…she says…that although…I do have…what I call obligations…that…I still make the choice…of whether to honor the obligation or not…and…more importantly…I get to choose my attitude while I’m doing…whatever…it is that I’m doing…

I hate when she’s right so early in the morning…I haven’t had enough coffee…to…think clearly enough to argue with her…but…seriously…there isn’t enough coffee…she’s right…

So…it’s early…I have before me…a not so blank page anymore…I don’t think it’s going to win the prize…but…it’s not going in the file either…and…I have a fresh and shiny day ahead of me…and…I’m on my way to visit…my friend…Bea Kunz…at…Sage Hill Farms…a delightful organic herb farm…and…we are going to pick blueberries…yum…I think I’m liking this day already…

Jane