The Horse Whisper
I recently attended my 40th-grade school reunion. It was a 3-day extravaganza. One of the activities took place at Arlington Race Track. I hadn’t been there since they replaced most tellers with automatic betting machines. I’m not much of a gambler and it was an unpleasantly hot day, but despite this, I decided to meet-up with my old school buddies. I’m so glad I did because it was fun to see everyone.
I know that a lot of people are against the racetrack for many reasons and hopefully, I will not offend the animal anti-cruelty or addiction support groups with this post. I admit that participating caused a bit of conflict within myself. On one shoulder my conscience was having fun, and on the other shoulder, my conscience thought about the horses.
Race Number 7
After several races, my friend Kevin convinced me to visit the horses while they got ready for the race, so we ventured down to the staging area. It was Race 7 and because I am a Leo, the horse named Roar of the Lion resonated with me.
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Wasps Don’t Like Me
After a light breakfast, I headed outside to sit in on the porch chair embracing my morning coffee. It was a beautiful morning with blue skies and sun. A cool breeze blew past me as I looked out into the garden and watched the hawk above me soar.
My husband works in the garden more than I, but I’m the detail gal. I usually go around picking big weeds, tackling thistles, and directing him on what needs attention. It’s sometimes an overwhelming task, and that is why I would love to watch the hawk more than tackling the weeds. This morning was one of those mornings where I realized that I neglected my duties.
Recently, we had a flood in our backyard, which violated our basement and our lives. The basement, 3 months later, is still under repair and our house is still disheveled. This is the ebb in life most of us know.
I took a walk in the garden and noticed all the thistle, weeds, and rotting wood. I notice how our porch and the gutters needed replacement, and how even the evergreens were losing their green. Generally, the flood disaster took our attention away from other things.
I could retreat and go inside and wait for the winter cover, but instead, I decided to place myself in the middle of nature’s encroachment. I started out in the garden where our newly planted trees existed, stuck in the dry soil and how they desperately needed water. I pulled, what seemed to be endless weeds out, while I pondered about my next business venture. Nature does this to me. It brings me back down to earth for the purpose of realizing my gifts. It makes me notice things. Nature also helped me write this blog.
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I was so excited to be a guest blogger on elinap.me with Elina Puohiniemi from Finland. She is such a talented artist, and is a great influence in my life! Check out her many inspiring Mira(cle)Doodles!
Artwork Above: Creator of Miracle Doodles, Elina Puohiniemi at www.elinap.me, Finland
Give Imperfection a Hug
Do you ever look at yourself in a 3-way mirror while trying on a bathing suit and think, “I’m fabulous”? If so, you don’t have to continue reading. It doesn’t matter how fit or slender you are, it is very hard to tell yourself that no matter what angle you see yourself, it’s perfect. Why is it hard to do? Because it’s not about being perfect, it’s about being happy with your imperfections, whether that is physical, emotional, or intellectual.
Think about translating this analogy of the 3-way mirror, to one that looks at your heart from many perspectives. Visualize yourself standing in the middle of a room, surrounded by staircases, much like an Escher print. The center, where you stand, represents your heart. Watch different aspects of yourself, climb the multiple staircases, which lead back to center. No matter what journey or staircase they climb, they always arrive back to the heart center.
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