I like harp photos

My brother in law sent these to me. They are from his wedding. I like harp photos!

What you LOVE

Doing what I love relieves stress and creates outlets for easing nervousness, as well as giving me opportunities to use my creative energy's. This makes absolute sense, but I forget it too often. When I go into my studio and just play music to my hearts content, I feel revived, and happy. When I swim in the hot summer, I feel at peace with my family. When I write down my thoughts and feelings, I feel relief and more put together. Something else I love to do is dance. I don't really get to do this anymore, except for the impromptu dance party with the kids in the family room every so often. Before the summer is over I am going to go salsa dancing with or without Mike! (Of course, I would chose to go with him, but will he come?)

Greater Good

Working with someone for the greater good isn't as simple as it sounds. My opinion of the "greater good" might be entirely different from the other persons idea of the greater good. Sometimes we get lost in our efforts to express our true values. For the most part, I believe we surround ourselves with people we have commonalities with. I have found, in my on-going attempt to be a better communicator, that the people around me and I have varying opinions on what the greater good actually is. I try to be a Christian person, to be giving, forgiving, understanding, to live with the spirit of Christ is my life always. I try to live my life this way for the good of the people around me, for my family, and because this is how I want to be. (Always a work in progress). What am I striving for? What is my role here? Can a difference for good be catalyzed by one person? I don't just want to be dulcet, but to make a difference for good, for the greater good.

This has been a good day

As far as days go, this would be a good one. I didn't sleep much last night because my son has anxiety issues that keep him awake and upset at night. (He's probably feeding off my emotional anxiety that I always have, but more now than usual). Despite being tired, it was a good day. Mike woke up with a positive outlook. He sent me lots of nice texts. He listened when I had something to say, without trying to fix it or change my opinion. He came home and ate dinner with me, played with our kids, and expressed how he was excited to go out on Saturday together. This is just normal stuff to a lot of people, but this stuff made my day a very good day. Thanks to Mike for starting the day off with a positive outlook. It sure made a big difference. Besides having fond feeling toward Mike today, I went swimming with the kids, and some great friends, chores got done, there isn't any laundry to fold, and I am about to start another good book. This is a good day wouldn't you say?

soon the numbers will be in order

at 12:34:56, 07/08/09, the date will be 123456789. Why do I think that is cool?

07/08/09

Today hasn't really started yet, but it has a fun number, 070809. Choices are funny in that you can't make choices for anyone but yourself. Who thought that would be a good idea? Oh ya, God- and it turns out I agreed with it. So, I agreed, shall we move on?

Faded Memories

Not many of my memories include sad memories. Memories I have from childhood are filled with happy things. I know bad and sad things happened, fortunately, those feelings are forgotten over time. For instance, I broke my femur when I was just 4 years old. I remember what I was doing when it happened, who carried me home, having a cast, and crutches, begging to be carried everywhere, but I don't remember getting the x ray, the bone setting, the doctor, or anything having to do with the treatment and recovery of the bone. I was jumping on an in ground trampoline with my cousin who is close to my age, his older sister by 8 years, and my oldest brother by 8 years. When I was getting off the trampoline, I got bounced high and landed one foot on the ground and one foot under the ground in between the springs. My bone cracked. I don't remember the pain associated with the broken bone. I just remember my brother whisking me away to our home. He scooped me up in his big arms, carried me down the hill to our home, and passed me carefully off to my parents. I remember feeling so safe when he picked me up and carried me home, even though the pain must have been terrible. Another example is of mothers. Mothers continue to bare children even though our bodies never are the same afterward, the pain and burning that comes with childbirth is really quite alarming, and the effects mentally and emotionally during pregnancy are so terrible for me. All the effects of being pregnant and birthing, terrible as they may be, haven't kept women or me, from continuing to bare children. All this seems strange to me, but it gives me hope. Hope that we are able to either accept the physical and emotional pains of life, or we are blessed with the ability to forget how bad the pain hurts- emotionally or physically. I hope I will be able to remember just enough of the pain to not repeat past wrongs, and to strive to make the lives of those around me better.