No matter where you live, nature is a part of your life.
I live in the land of fire, flood, shake, bake. Knowing that for no reason, at any moment, you might be relocating or redecorating is not necessarily a bad thing.
Oh. I have a ton of ‘stuff’ I don’t want to lose. I have the family history photos in the garage in a box. I have my grandmother’s china and the oil painting of my mother. I would prefer to not lose any of them, but the reality is a plate will break. I won’t know some people in the photos. And the painting might have trouble finding a wall big enough.
When push comes to shove, when downsizing becomes a question, the only true treasures are the moments spent, the memories made, the times shared, the laughter ringing, the hugs that don’t want to end.
In our acquisition race to happiness, we sometimes forget what truly makes us happy.
A pretty dinner table without people at it is a storefront window. Photos without names or context are decorations or store-bought art. Family treasures without their provenance are gallery pieces.
Should you be confronted with ten minutes to grab everything in your life of value, I would hope that you would know to grab the essentials – pets, peoples, documents, computers; the necessary – clothes, medications, phone lists; and momentos – photos, heirlooms, and unique to your history. The first allows you to move forward. The second is the replaceable items. The last are the tangible reminders of people, places, times, experiences. They are lovely, but the true treasures are the stories and memories you hold within.
I hope you never have the experience of having to choose what to take in ten minutes. May I suggest you ask yourself what would you take if you were told to leave your home with everything you needed to in 10 minutes, life or death, no extra time. It is an interesting experience to ask what do I need to take and what do I want to take and what can I take. I would hope you find it liberating.
What you need, want, and can take with you, is already packed within your heart and mind.
Where do I spend my time?
I looked down at my hands today and realized than in spite of all my best promises to myself, my manicure is still only half done.
Perhaps this is why I have lived with clear nail polish for most years of my life.
My hands are a reminder to me that in my life, too often, I fail to take that extra half hour for myself.
I am not quite perfect. Nor do I wonder if I will achieve that status this time around either. I am very human, and that is fine with me.
My manicure reminds me of my quirks. It reminds me that while I would like perfectly done nails, I tend to lack the patience to sit still long enough for a professional manicure. It reminds me that in my day and list of things to do, sometimes I still put my emphasis on task completion for professional goals over personal items. It reminds me that within days my manicure will show the wear and tear of well-used hands. And those little chips and imperfections make me a tad crazy and wanting either a brand-new manicure or clear nails again.
My nails remind me that I can be quite hard on myself and that is not fitting, good or appropriate. They remind me how something that can be a source of pride can also be a source of annoyance. They remind me to be kinder to myself, to know that as I am is pretty fabulous. They remind me that I can be cavalier about my appearance and that is not fair to me or others, that taking care of myself every day is more than a spritz of perfume.
They remind me that my priorities should be me, the other stuff, and then the world.
The Power of a Full Heart
Day by day, we encounter people, situations, or things that can annoy us. It is just part of life. Would they were all as perfect as thee and me! ~!
Life is full of annoyance. Aggravations. Moments where life doesn’t go as we’d like. It doesn’t matter who you are, what you do, or where you live, stuff happens.
What is of importance or value, to me, is how we recover from those moments of annoyance, disappointment, and let down.
I’m not saying to not register what has happened. We need to remember that this might be an ‘empty cupboard’ for us so we don’t go back and disappoint ourselves or strain that relationship. We need to ask ourselves if we are asking too much or asking for more than can be delivered? We need to ask ourselves how we want to respond after that first moment of disappointment and annoyance.
There are many ways to handle disappointment. I prefer to remember the bruise but know I have healed. I prefer to acknowledge that I have learned where to go and where to avoid. I prefer to see that I have many ways of approaching and dealing with situations. I prefer to see my possibilities rather than what has disappointed me.
I feel that too often we see our lives through a filter of lack. When we see our lives through a filter of abundance, it becomes very interesting to see what we really do need, rather than want without understanding. When we come to life with a full heart, we see that which we want to add to it, rather than wanting to grab at anything to fill the void. The power of a full heart is that we see what we have, and what we care to add to that. The power of a full heart is it pushes the unhappiness away from our memories. The power of a full heart is it allows us to heal, to recover, and to learn. The power of a full heart is with understanding can come forgiveness, even without forgetting.
The power of a full heart is that we can move forward through life choosing that which serves us, releasing that which doesn’t, and allowing others to fall by the side when needed. The power of a full heart is we can be our best.