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Spring Has Sprung!

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Heralding in Spring today on the Equinox, I look outside to a snow-cloud covered sky.  While I must admit, I was excited for Spring to have sprung today, I also am probably the last person in my neighborhood who can say yes to one last snow fall for the season.

Because for me, there’s something still very magical about snow falling, the crisp cold in the air and the smell, oh! the smell of snow coming!  You know that smell, don’t you?  That smell excites me to my very core because I love to watch snow fall and to be out amidst those big huge flakes as they waft down.  Oh, I’m so excited, like a little child!  My children laugh at me because I’m the one who insists we should wear our pjs inside out for a potential snow day off from school!  Have you followed that tradition too at your house?

I love the fact that towards the end of the week, after the snowfall, we will have warmer temperatures which means melting snow and not as much shoveling!  Woo Hoo!  But honestly, I don’t mind shoveling as long as there’s not a lot to do.  You know me though, I like Mother Nature’s gifts for the most part.

We’ve had our share of snowfalls this year thus far, so I am sure that there are plenty of people who don’t like my Pollyanna attitude towards the anticipated snowfall.  But as a gal who enjoys what a snowday offers – staying home in our pjs, being housebound while watching the outside world go by in a sea of white flakes, playing board games and watching tv, and eating comfort foods with my children – well, then can we just enjoy one last snowday – please!

Shine On!

xo

 

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I Love Snow!

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It’s snowing here and in my excitement, even though I didn’t have to get up early, I was up early.  Silly I know for me to not sleep in, because going out today is not a viable option, but the child-like wonder in watching snow fall has never left me.  So here I sit, coffee in hand and snuggled under a blanket in our warm home, watching the snow fall outside in what is being called a blizzard.  Ah, the benefits of being a Jersey Girl!

Especially when snow is falling at night, I am entranced by the wonder of each individual snowflake being unique, much like human beings.  Collectively they fall from the sky to pile up together, nestled on the ground, and then blown by the winds to be swept up again into drifts.

I love snow like I love people – I love their uniqueness, their quirky ways and their ability to bond together to form a cohesive snowball!  LOL  I know I’m being silly here, but I can’t help it.  I’m giddy today.  I just can’t help myself from smiling.  I don’t even care that it will take me a long time and much effort to clear a path, clean off our cars and get out after the storm has ceased.  But for now, the winds are blowing, the snow is falling and since we have no place to go – so as the song goes – Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!

I am feeling innately sated today and I’m counting my blessings.  We have homemade chicken soup all ready for lunch (and maybe even dinner?) if the mood suits us.  Plenty of snacks and some movies to enjoy watching together.  There’s no school and no work to attend today so we will just enjoy being together, safe and sound, watching the outside world be covered in a mantle of white lace.

Life is good friends.  Shine your heartlights.

Shine On!

xo

 

Never Stop Believing in Santa

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I remember when I was in 8th grade (14 years old).  My mom came into my bedroom just a few days before Christmas.  She was in a serious mood that day and I remember thinking, “Uh oh, I’m in trouble.”

She asked to sit on the bed with me so that we could have a special talk.  I nodded, not sure what this was all about at all.  Did I get a bad grade?  Did I forget to unload the dishwasher?  Taking my hands in hers and turning to face me, she looked gently into my eyes.

“Yvonne, I have something to tell you.  I know you may feel disappointed, but you need to know that your sister (who is 3 years younger) came to me this morning after breakfast and told me that she didn’t believe in Santa.  She told me that she knew that Santa was actually Dad and me,” the words flew out of her mouth in a visible flurry.

She took a breath and then just stared at me, waiting for my reaction.

“I know Mom,” I quietly said to her as she squeezed my hand.

“You did?”  The breath she was holding suddenly whooshed from her.  I realized she had been nervous to tell me.  She thought she was breaking the news to me.  “But you never told me.  Honey you’ve been acting like you believed in Santa and I was worried.  I didn’t want to be the one to tell you, but now that your sister has told me that she knows, well…I just couldn’t allow you to go on believing.  Why children would make fun of you!”  She giggled nervously, much relieved to hear that she would not be known as the ‘Mom who told her child that there is no Santa Claus.’

“But why didn’t you tell me that you knew?”

“Because Sissy still believed and I love all the Christmas Spirit that believing in Santa brings to our house.  Why would I tell anyone that I knew when it was fun to get caught up in the magic of Christmas?  I didn’t want to ruin it for Sissy or for me quite frankly.  It was more fun to pretend to believe.”

“Oh you are such a little Mommy to your sister.  Of course you knew.  You were just pretending.  I get it.  Ok then,” she squeezed my hands again, kissed my cheek and started to get up smiling.

“But Mom, can we pretend to believe anyway?”

“Sure, I guess so.  No harm in that.  Just don’t tell anyone,” she replied.

True story…but I never stopped believing and below are the reasons why…please indulge me…

Because I would love for Christmas to last all year long.  I love singing Christmas carols and the old hymns in church on Sunday.  They are my favorite songs by far.  I love the frosty cold, so that I have to snuggle up in my footie pajamas at night under the covers.  I love to watch the way the snow falls gently to the ground at night under the outside light.  I love how snow falls in all different ways.  I love the magic that Christmas brings us all, that spirit of giving, the spirit of friendship, and most of all, the spirit of love.  I love that most people act happy around Christmas.  We get together with friends and family whom we haven’t seen in awhile.  Everyone seems joyful, even Santa who says ho ho ho!  I love to give special presents, knowing that the gift is in the giving even when the gift is small.  Not to mention, I love to receive gifts and to unwrap them with enthusiastic anticipation!  I love to sit down with our family to eat a delicious meal slowly and with great gusto.  I love that we all take time to just be with each other instead of rushing about for work and school.  I love the white lights on the Christmas tree and the tradition of decorating it with the old ornaments from our ancestors.  I love setting up the creche with the little manger animals and being able to move them around and seeing the angels who watched over them all.  I loved the train set that my Dad used to set up around the tree every year.  I loved imagining I was the conductor, stopping and starting the Lionel engine and 3 cars.  I love hanging the stockings from the mantle hooks.  I love the smell of fresh baked cookies and how they seem to melt in my mouth, bending with warmth.  I love imagining that I can have whatever I ask Santa for ~ world peace, a loving relationship, being debt-free, helping others, good health, the ability to shine my essence for all to see and to honor and love every person I meet.  I love the greenery of Christmas, sparkling red and green, silver and gold (remember the song?), and watching the Christmas specials on television at night.  I love to listen to the superb silence on a cold winter’s night, imagining that I hear sleigh bells in the distance.  I love how so many people say, “Happy Holidays” and “Merry Christmas” with a smile.  I love the generosity of gratitude that is shown at this time of year.  I adore writing and receiving Christmas cards!  I put them up on my refrigerator for all to see how the kids have grown over the year.  I love to hear from old friends and new friends, catching up on life.  I love the magic of flying reindeer and how the red nose of one became a shining gift of light!  Thanks Rudolf!  I love the candlelight of Christmas decorations.  I love the sparkles and the enticing scent of a real balsam tree.  I love to pick out special gifts for others at Christmastime.  I love to have the store wrap the gifts for me.  I love to choose a special moment each morning to just be peacefully grateful in my home.  Best of all, I love all of the blessings bestowed on us everyday, but especially at Christmas.

What about you?

Shine On!

xo

 

Perfectly Imperfect

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“Perfectly Imperfect”

Below is an excerpt from Steve Maraboli’s book entitled ‘Life, the Truth, and Being Free’ which I recently found which has helped me to understand the life changes I am enduring.  Although I haven’t read the book, I found this tidbit to be comforting in my journey.  Perhaps you will find a nugget of understanding here too.

Shine On!

xo

 We have all heard that no two snowflakes are alike. Each snowflake takes the perfect form for the maximum efficiency and effectiveness for its journey. And while the universal force of gravity gives them a shared destination, the expansive space in the air gives each snowflake the opportunity to take their own path. They are on the same journey, but each takes a different path.
Along this gravity-driven journey, some snowflakes collide and damage each other, some collide and join together, some are influenced by wind… there are so many transitions and changes that take place along the journey of the snowflake. But, no matter what the transition, the snowflake always finds itself perfectly shaped for its journey.
I find parallels in nature to be a beautiful reflection of grand orchestration. One of these parallels is of snowflakes and us. We, too, are all headed in the same direction. We are being driven by a universal force to the same destination. We are all individuals taking different journeys and along our journey, we sometimes bump into each other, we cross paths, we become altered… we take different physical forms. But at all times we too are 100% perfectly imperfect. At every given moment we are absolutely perfect for what is required for our journey. I’m not perfect for your journey and you’re not perfect for my journey, but I’m perfect for my journey and you’re perfect for your journey. We’re heading to the same place, we’re taking different routes, but we’re both exactly perfect the way we are.
Think of what understanding this great orchestration could mean for relationships. Imagine interacting with others knowing that they too each share this parallel with the snowflake. Like you, they are headed to the same place and no matter what they may appear like to you, they have taken the perfect form for their journey. How strong our relationships would be if we could see and respect that we are all perfectly imperfect for our journey.”

~ Steve Maraboli from Life, the Truth, and Being Free