You are not invisible and other treasures

It has been awhile.

It seems my craving for routine has wandered, but not in a bad way I think.

I have been keeping track of my monthly goals.  I’ve looked back over each month with care.  I am still working on organization and it feels great.

I’ve not been journaling or creating daily.  That will return when it is supposed to I suppose.

I think I’ve been busy living and just trying to be present.  It is good.

Do you ever notice this thing about good?  How it spirals and ripples in a beautiful way?  It does.

It was this string of days that called me here to write…three days to be specific.

On Sunday CNN and I made dolls for Children’s Mercy at church and I made two new friends.  One just feels like my people and another was a 94 year old gift I felt so lucky to happen upon.  Making new friends is so exciting, don’t you think?

On Monday I began serious organizing.  While gathering organizing essentials at Goodwill, I happened upon a 4 year old named Diego at the counter.  He was curious about many things.  He rang the bell because he wanted to know if she really would walk over to him even though she was ringing me up.  He liked the breakable bowls I chose and told me so as he held one (which MAY have made his mama nervous – but not me).  We debated about the van keys and if indeed it really was my van or was I just pretending.  We lamented about how cool his curiosity is and how it sure is too bad sometimes people lose their curiosity.  After I paid for my things and was walking away, I heard him say to his mama, “but where did she go???”  In that moment, being missed by my new friend felt like this beautiful gift.

Today in Jazzercise, the instructor said, “You are not invisible.  I can see you!”  She was motivating us I think.  Yet, I knew I was going to quote her.  What a difference it would make if we tried to see how many times within a day we could share this message…you are NOT invisible…I can SEE you.  I’m going to work on that one.

My kids and I went to see Maleficent.  Go.  Do it.  I need to sit with it for awhile.  There are so many lovely layers of message wrapped about the story of true love’s kiss.

I am taking my grateful pictures and will probably post 30 in one day.  

There is so much love and joy and gratitude swimming about I am rather dizzy with it to tell you the truth.

May you have a most beautiful day.

All my love

DZ

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About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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