Savoring Pink Snow Hurricanes

Variegated, velvety soft, pink petals swirl from the sky.  I am being wrapped in a gently moving pink blanket hurricane.  Posing as a stone statue, I deeply drink in the deliciousful cherry blossom aroma.  As it fills my lungs, I become ultra aware of the gift of this sacred moment.

This week has held unexpected multiple medical appointments.  Apprehension has tried to hijack my thoughts.  It has taken all my mental energy to focus on the positive gifts that I am surrounded with.  This moment is a sacred moment.  I am aware that it may never come again.  So, I drink deeply as my lips offer thanksgiving.

In an instant, my feet are moving.  Twirling, leaping, pirouetting in the carpet of pink confetti petals.  Without reservation, my bones are remembering the moves learned long ago on two thin metal blades.  I am grateful for the agility that my body still possesses.  

Out of breath, I collapse onto the pink mossy grass. Giggling and realizing what a "Foolish-Looking Old Woman" I must be. My heart whispering thanks for the gift of these moments.  

May you realize what a gift each moment is that you are given.  Seize them with everything in you and then thank your creator.  Enjoy the gift of today!

Until we Chat Again,
The Plank-Eyed Girl

Waltzing, Worn-Wood Docks, and Belly Laughter

Waltzing, Worn-Wood Docks, and Belly Laughter

Today this Plank-Eyed Girl has lots of time for her mind to skip back over these last couple of weeks.  Thoughts are bouncing all over the planet, like hard falling raindrops bouncing off the pavement during a Kona tropical rainstorm.  They are whizzing, swooping, and darting like a

hummingbird on steroids.  So, so, so much to share.

My fleshly propensity is to be swept away by all the difficulties that have peppered my days this last couple of weeks.  I force my mind to look for moments of hope to settle on, for I know that these are bigger than my heartaches, disappointments, or changing in my path.

As my mind starts to settle, I come to the distinct awareness that there have been so many moments of beauty and delight a midst the gut wrenching hardness of life these last couple of weeks.  These moments are like the fragrant hibiscus after a tropical storm.  They are fresh and hopeful.  Here are just a few of them:

• A unexpected afternoon waltz with a sweet third grade boy in the middle of the library under the soft white Christmas lights to a classical piece of music which he seemed to know and love
• An extremely ADHD sixth grade young man, with a very winning smile and twinkling eyes who bolted into the library and blurted out, "How do I sign up writing club?  I am a writer!" (I had barely just put the sign up in the hall.)
• Standing on the wood-worn dock in a quaint, little town on the bay and gazing upon the stunning reflection of people that I love
• White Christmas lights on a shared fence of 23 years, with precious neighbors
• Being wrapped in the arms of a husband 
• Smiles on the faces of precious children as they race into the library to get the "best seats"
• Tapping on my office door, and precious little eyes dancing with delight as I wink at them
• Clear liquid frozen into soft, white, delicate flakes that silently descend to the earth.
• Hand penned notes from both new and aged friends
• Special packages from far off lands sent with tender thoughts 
• Jolly, contagious belly laughter of a small child seated next to me

Life has a way of being messy and reality sometimes bites.  However, taking some moments to savor and celebrate these life-giving moments is essential for this Plank-Eyed Girl.  What do you have to savor?  I would love to hear.  Please just send me a bulleted list with the place you reside.  

 I love how even in the midst of darkness, my Father has provided these precious, life-giving moments.  

I look forward to hearing some of yours.

Until we Chat Again,

The Plank-Eyed Girl