Journey 161: Trip to Philly

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Ask any realtor. If you want an increase in business, just plan a trip out of town! That’s certainly held true for me. I’ve had this trip planned since January, when my mentor and friend, Lu Ann Cahn came to Joplin. Lu Ann’s book, “I Dare Me” was the inspiration for my year of firsts in 2014. What an honor and privilege to meet her when she stopped in Joplin so that we could do a first, or dare, together. After we served lunch at Watered Gardens, a ministry in Joplin that feeds and shelters the homeless, Lu Ann and I had a late lunch together, and she invited me to Philedelphia to attend the nation’s oldest writer’s conference.

In the spirit of doing new things and journeying far this year, I said yes! The next five days will be full of adventures: first time to fly out of Joplin’s new airport, first trip to Philedelphia, first time to attend a writer’s conference and what a fun time I will have as Lu Ann’s house guest. This personable, lively woman continues to be such an inspiration to me!

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The Philedelphia Writer’s Conference was established in 1949. The founders were guided by the belief that writers gain from fellowship with other writers and from constructive professional help. The first writer’s conference in Philly hosted four workshops, a banquet and an evening speaker over two days and has grown to offer 14 workshops, four seminars, manuscript rap sessions, a Friday roundtable forum, speakers and the annual Saturday night banquet with keynote speaker. I am so excited to experience this conference, and revel in the creative energy that is sure to be surrounding the event.

Tonight, after the obligatory run to Walmart for necessities for the trip, I am putting offers together, finishing up laundry, hauling out my carry on suitcase and reading an article that is part of an assignment for one of my classes. And, I am full of gratitude…to Lu Ann for cheering me on and inviting me to visit her in Philly, for Greg who surprised me with a card that was encouraging and contained extra cash for the trip, and for you all, my readers, who have journeyed with me along the way, some for the entire 525 days (so far) as I have honed my writing skills and fallen in love with the craft, and others who have joined in at various points along the path, walking alongside, offering words of praise, hope and love. Thank you, from my overflowing heart.

I am full of anticipation and joy as this amazing trip is unfolding. To quote my favorite Hobbit, “I am going on an adventure!” I’ll post next from Philadelphia!

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Journey 160: To Reward or Not to Reward…Why is that the Question?

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This evening, after a fun day of taking care of clients, watching Dr. Who with Dayan and chatting with Jonathan about his theater summer camp, I was back at work, sorting, cleaning and throwing stuff away. I can feel the amazing difference in my house as clutter disappears and space opens up. It makes me feel just as uncluttered and open.

So it was interesting to bear witness to an inner debate. For the last two evenings, I’ve considered “rewarding” my hard work, and all that I am accomplishing, with an Andy’s frozen custard blackberry concrete. Last night it really didn’t work out for me to have one anyway, and the desire to reward myself faded away.

This evening, as I surveyed my progress and felt accomplished indeed, that little voice whispered again, “You are doing so great. Go get a blackberry concrete. You deserve one.” First of all, let me say, that I’m sharing my own personal thoughts and what applies to my life. I’m not against rewarding oneself or others for work well done. However, I have made a decision to eliminate sugar from my diet. A blackberry concrete is not on my diet and would, in fact, sabotage what I am doing for my health and the overall well being of my body.

As if to remind myself to be responsible for the food choices I make, I drew this affirmation card this morning:

Healthy body = Someplace to live

And yet, a very old habit of rewarding myself with food arose tonight, again. Rather than push it away, scold myself, or give in to the desire, I observed my thoughts about it and questioned why I thought I needed to be rewarded in such a way.

My reward habit started when my kids were young. When they endured immunizations at the doctor’s, or sat patiently through dental work, I bought them a milkshake on the way home, as a reward for their excellent behavior. Somewhere along the way, I began to reward myself in similar fashion. Made it through a rough day at work? Frozen custard. Cleaned the whole house today? Slice of coconut cream pie. I’m not beating myself up for those past choices. I am finding it interesting to look at my system of rewards in light of where I am now. I’ve never really tolerated sugar well. It gives me almost instant indigestion. And yet, I rewarded myself often with a sweet treat for excellent behavior, just as I did my children.

As I completed my tasks for this evening, and looked with appreciation at two more decluttered, clean, attractive rooms, I allowed that old energy pattern of work and reward to pass on through the region of my heart. I didn’t resist it, or cling to it, I just let it arise and pass through. The desire to consume frozen custard passed on through with it. I didn’t feel deprived one bit. I felt empowered. And satisfied with what I am doing to free my home and my life from clutter, physically and energetically. And that, I decided, is a sweet enough reward.

“The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do. You can act to change and control your life; and the procedure, the process is its own reward.”       Amelia Earhart

Journey 159: Bread Crumb Trail

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I’m very much in clearing mode. Today, I made two more sweeps through my house, examining every book I own. I love books. I’ve accumulated quite an extensive collection. However, there are many that I will never read again. It is time to clear away those that, although they taught me valuable truths when I read them, no longer resonate with me.

I packed up three boxes of books, holding each volume in my hands before placing it in the “go” box or putting it back on the shelf. Most of the books, I knew immediately whether I had moved beyond the content or not.  A few I opened to a “random” spot, if I didn’t get a clear sense of giving away or keeping. If the chapter title or words on the page captured my attention, I kept that volume to revisit it.

I realized, as I placed book after book in the boxes, that I was getting a glimpse of my past journey. Here was my Law of Attraction phase. Here my books on succeeding in business. This stack helped me to embrace my intuitive side and learn from others with the same gifts. It’s not that any of these books were not wonderful reads at the time that I purchased them. They have served their purpose and I am journeying further abroad and around the bend in the trail.

Following this “trail of bread crumbs” back I marveled at where my journey has led me the past 15 years. I remembered why I selected each book…what was going on in my life at the time. Releasing these books literally lightens my load as I travel Life’s path, creating empty space for new books, new thoughts, new ideas to enter, as fresh topics resonate with me now.

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The clearing away of this old energy transferred to a flurry of activity on my part and I rearranged the living room this afternoon, creating new flows of energy there as well. Out to the trash bin went old magazines, papers, and lists of plants for the garden. I don’t need those things anymore. I was quite pleased with the space that opened up, from the front door to the corner room that is shifting from office to writing/creating room.

Moving from room to room, clearing away clutter, giving away the things that I don’t need or want anymore, I didn’t complete all that I want to today. However, I did go the distance that I could in one day. Tomorrow is another opportunity to continue clearing and shifting energy.

I released the bread crumb trail. Unlike Hansel and Gretel, who left a trail so that they could follow it back home, I am not going back the way I’ve come. The journey lies before me, accessed by living moment by moment by moment. I am facing my future, as I journey day by day. I’m excited to see what’s around that next bend.

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Journey 158: Vintage Screen Door Upcycle

  

 A little over a month ago, for Journey 120, I displayed pictures of creative ideas for using the vintage screen door that I purchased, in my garden. I appreciate the comments, suggestions and votes for the door’s best use. Suggestion #3, based on a Pinterest pic, garnered the most votes and interest. 

 The inspiration for my garden screen door. 

Today, i had the opportunity to prep and paint the door, using the teal colored paint that I used on my Peace Door, which leads into the garden. Under Greg’s supervision, I repositioned the upper hinge and painted both sides of the door. Okay, Greg did more than supervise with the painting, taking over with the roller when I decided to change into my gardening jeans!

 

 Before a couple of coats of teal exterior paint. 

                                 After painting

The more I worked on the door, the more I appreciated it. I wanted this screen door as a representation of my symbol for this year. I love the simple lines of the door, the perfect condition screens, which I managed to keep unspoiled by paint! As I completed the painting, and left for an afternoon open house and a showing with clients, I anticipated how the door, symbol of opportunity and adventure, would look in my backyard garden. 

 
I returned home early this evening to discover that the cats had claimed the door. They were happily using it as a perch, catching the cool evening breeze after a warm and muggy day. I hated to disappoint them, but I was excited to attach the door to the privacy fence out back. Greg accomplished this last task in a few minutes. I hung a wreath on the door, and stepped back to take a look. 

  The door, awaiting repurposing a month ago 

 
I am thrilled with how the door looks in the garden. It adds whimsy and charm and I can hang wreaths or signs on the door. The screen door will be a daily reminder of my journey and the amazing adventures that are unfolding. 

“We keep moving forward, opening new doors and doing new things, because we are curious, and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.”                  Walt Disney 

  

 

  
  

Journey 157: Mudstock 2015

 

What happens when you mix gallons and gallons of water with dirt, add mud hills, rope swings, warm temps and bright sunshine?  Lots and lots of kids show up, ready to get dirty! It’s called Mudstock and it is an annual event held in Carthage, MO. Sponsored by The Alliance of Southwest Missouri , Mudstock celebrated its 15th year today. It was a perfect summer-like day for mudslinging, water sloshing and great fun, all at no charge. 

  
I had the pleasure of attending Mudstock for the first time, accompanying my daughter-in-law Megan, grandsons Joey and Oliver and one of their friends, and Megan’s friend Rebeckah and her daughter Karleigh. Participants are required to wear shirts, shorts, socks and shoes…no sandals allowed. I soon saw why! The mud pulls on the shoes as the kids and adults slog through, and flip flops and sandals would be pulled from their feet within moments. In fact, to prevent the loss of sneakers, each child has their shoes duct taped to their ankles. 

 

 

I was not quite dressed properly for this event. Because I was intending to show a house immediately after Mudstock, I wore socks and sneakers, with a change of shoes in the car, and rolled up jeans. I tried to pick my way carefully around the old airport grounds that plays host to Mudstock and finally just gave up and waded through streams and puddles  of muddy water. Although I remained cleaner than most, I still ended up with soaked shoes and splatters of mud on my lower legs, jeans, and even on my arms and shirt. Ah well, clothes and skin wash. I had fun watching the kids slip and slide through the mud and water and the occasional splash was well worth it. 

 

Set up as an obstacle course, the kids enter by swinging out on a rope and dropping into the muddy water below. I smiled as child after child courageously entered the course. Most loved it, once they got past the initial drop and the idea that they were going to get really, really dirty and wet. A few, little girls primarily, decided they would  NOT embrace that idea and climbed out, preferring to play in the shallow water that accumulated along the edges of the field. 
 

The Carthage Fire Department was present, a hose attached to a tall truck ladder, raining down fresh water on the field and the participants. On this hot, muggy day that water felt great! Large metal stock tanks, filled with water, provided a place to rinse off after frolicking in the mud. A fireman stood with water blasting from a fire hose, further sluicing the mud from squealing kids. 
 

   
I had to laugh at the joy exhibited by most of the children and quite a few of the adults. I’ve never seen so many muddy, happy faces. There is something very liberating about being allowed to play in the mud, without concern about getting dirty. Joey, Oliver and Karleigh were among those happy kids, swinging with ease out over the water and crawling, jumping and rolling through the mud. What an amazing community to create such a great event, encouraging kids to get dirty on the outside while staying clean (free from drugs) on the inside. 

 

 

 

Several people that walked by invited me to join in. It looked so fun, I was tempted. Next year, I will make sure that I don’t have an appointment afterward, dress appropriately, and be willing to get muddy, observing from the sidelines. Or, perhaps I’ll jump right in. 

   
  
  

Journey 156: Hilltop Farm…and the Flow of Life

 

Today’s journey was absolutely amazing to me. It brought a powerful reminder of how life flows, and, allowing myself to stay in that place of receiving, of how all that is intended for me arrives perfectly. 

I have been wanting to visit a gardening center in Ash Grove, MO ever since my friend Vicki told me about it. Called Hilltop Farm, it is located at 3307 State Hwy F in Ash Grove, and I was assured I would love it. Remarkably, a client referral had me showing properties this morning to buyers in small farming communities in the area near Hilltop Farm. I was thrilled. Greg offered to drive me to my showings, and we made plans to visit the nursery after I finished with my clients.   

 Hilltop Farm is out in the “boonies”, literally located atop a hill in farming country. It was easily found, however, using the GPS on my phone. I love gardening centers and I was so excited to visit this place for the first time. 

  
I immediately spied Salvia Farinacea…aka “Felula” the elusive plant that Dayan and I searched for yesterday. Although he has a Felula 2.0, I purchased this one for him. I turned around and shivered with goosebumps. There were large Gomphrena Fireworks plants! 

I muttered over and over, “I can’t believe it…” And then I reminded myself that I DO believe. I wanted these unique flowering plants to remind me of my Uncle Dale, who passed recently. Not being able to find the plants locally, I ordered seeds from Amazon. The tiny seedlings were washed out of their metal container during heavy rains a week ago. After another fruitless search for the plants, I bought colorful Calibrachoa a couple of days ago to plant in the container instead. 

I intended to plant the Calibrachoa yesterday evening. But when I peered into the metal container I was surprised to discover that the soil within was a swampy mess. I didn’t tuck the plants in, deciding to dump the mud and drill drainage holes in the bottom of the bucket. Sitting on the brickio (the new name for the brick patio) I pondered the significance of the empty bucket. No other container had such soupy soil in it. The thought popped into my head, “I couldn’t plant this evening because the container needs to remain empty. I’m going to find the Fireworks Flowers at Hilltop tomorrow.” And it was so. Incredible. 

 

I found so much to love at Hilltop Farm! There was a huge selection of perennials and annuals, sun loving plants and shade lovers, and greenhouse after greenhouse of plants, some that were new to me. There was a beautiful shade garden to stroll through and free bottles of icy cold water offered to shoppers. 

  
Lindsay, the owners’ daughter, was so kind and helpful. She has grown up in the gardening business and her knowledge is vast. She showed me the family’s container garden and suggested a hybrid Gomphrena called a Pink Zazzle. I’m excited to see it grow and bloom. 

  

I left Hilltop Farm thrilled with my purchases and with a promise to return before the end of June, when the gardening center closes for the summer. Back in Joplin, I spent the evening puttering in my backyard garden, planting my new acquisitions. I not only found the Gomphrena Fireworks plants, I found Fireworks variegated ornamental grasses. Those will go into the southern border at the side of the house. 

  
I planted more containers with an assortment of Calibrachoa and Creeping Jenny. And the Fireworks Flowers went not into the metal bucket that stood empty, ready to receive them, but into a larger metal washtub. Thanks to Lindsay, I learned today that these showy flowers grow quite large, spreading out and filling in rapidly. My original bucket was, after all, too small. But it served its purpose, that metal bucket, alerting me that I would find the plants I have been searching for. 

 

As darkness fell, I surveyed my garden and my new plantings, so pleased with my work, so amazed at this journey. “For you, Uncle Dale”, I whispered as I looked at the tub of Firework Flowers. As I thought about the series of events that led to this moment, the synchronicities, the absolute perfection of being in the flow of Life, the Divine whispered to me, “For you, Cindy”. 
  
             Visit Hilltop Farms here 

Journey 155: Felula 2.0

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What a beautiful journey this afternoon, after work was completed, spending time with grandson Dayan and later, grandson Jonathan. It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve had the privilege of hanging out with these wonderful young men.

Dayan and I enjoyed a late lunch together at his favorite Chinese restaurant before heading to the Lowe’s garden center. I’ve been busy working in my gardens and this afternoon, it was fun to help Dayan with planting around a tree in the front yard and filling several containers to add a splash of color to the front porch. Last year, Dayan gifted his mother with a small metal table and a light green ceramic planter with a tall perennial in it. Sometime during the summer, he and his mom, my daughter Elissa, christened the plant Felula. Felula moved indoors during the winter, and was doing fine, and then I helped her to pass into flower heaven. I’m not sure what happened, but there was perhaps too much water, and wilting, and Felula was no more.

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Today, Dayan looked for a replacement plant, for the green ceramic container. He found Mexican Heather for a large planter at home, and a white geranium for another pot….but we could not find another perennial that matched dear departed Felula.

And then we laughed over a Doctor Who related solution. Dayan has made a Whovian out of me. By definition, a Whovian is a fan of the popular sci-fi tv show, Doctor Who, and he or she is the epitome of good grammar and better knowledge. This knowledge stems from their interest in time and space, and the information gained from many viewings of the show. (From Urban Dictionary). Dayan and I not only enjoy watching episodes of the show together, we also enjoy talking about Doctor Who and the many intricate and amazing details about the show, the actors, the writers and most of all, The Doctor. Today, as we drove to Lowe’s, our Doctor Who conversation led us into a wonderful discussion of the connectedness of all things.

felula 2.0 dr who regeneration

At the heart of the Doctor Who storyline, is the fact that The Doctor, who is a Time Lord, doesn’t die but regenerates instead, retaining his spirit and memories but changing his appearance and his personality. It’s a very clever way to keep a series going for more than 50 years, with 12 actors playing The Doctor thus far. Dayan selected a salvia plant and dubbed her Felula 2.0. She looks different, but the essence of the first Felula is there as she thrives in her planter. She is the first regeneration, perhaps, in a long line of Felulas.

Back at Dayan’s house, we had to pause to watch an episode of Doctor Who. Then it was out onto the porch and into the yard, tucking Vinca and Double Impatiens around the tree and nestling flowers into the containers. Elissa recently bought an old bench from a local flea market and it looks so charming on the front porch, the planters with their brightly colored flowers arranged with it. Felula 2.0 seems right at home.

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As we were planting around the tree, Jonathan arrived home, with his dad, Josh. He helped us finish with the plants and then became the official water boy, using a copper watering can to ensure the plants don’t go into shock from being transplanted. I enjoyed spending time with Jonathan afterward, watching him play a new video game, Marvel Ultimate Alliance.  Sweet Jonathan always believes I can play video games too. I can’t! At least, not well. The last time he had me play with him, he kindly reached for my controller after five minutes and let me just watch. Today I was the observer as he moved his characters through various levels with skill and confidence.

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felula 2.0 Marvel Alliance

I’m so glad summer is here and I can spend more time with my five grandchildren. I look forward to gardening and playing, watching Doctor Who and going to movies, swimming and playing mini golf, grabbing snacks and chatting. Dayan and I will tend to Felula 2.0, keeping her hydrated and positioning her to soak up some sun….and we will watch for any signs that she’s ready to regenerate and become Felula 3.0.

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Journey 154: Front Garden Restoration

Front Garden

In 2010, my grandson Dayan and I spent days planning and then planting flower beds in front of the porch, on either side of the steps, and in the sunny southern border on the side of the house. We worked and sweated and in the end, we were very pleased with our labors. Then, the following year, the tornado struck Joplin, and my house. The gardens were damaged. The house was empty for 18 months, as work was done, and we experienced two of the hottest summers we have ever had. Needless to say, the gardens suffered. And in some places, ran wild!

I’ve been back in the house a little over two years. The first year the yard had to be remediated. The destruction of so many older homes deposited lead-based paint in the yards in the tornado zone. My yard was tested and found to be too high in lead content. Which meant, the old dirt was removed, to a depth of two feet, and “clean” new soil was brought in. This couldn’t have worked better for me, as I was planning a major backyard garden. I planted in that backyard paradise last spring and summer. This year, so very pleased with how the back garden is thriving and expanding, I have turned my attention at last to the front and side gardens.

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The neglected front flower beds

I prepared the left front bed a couple of weeks ago. Being so close to the house, this soil has not been replaced. As I removed old landscaping timbers and cleaned up the vegetation, I came across broken shingles, tar paper, pieces of glass and metal debris embedded in the ground…all reminders of the forces of nature that ripped my town apart. With great satisfaction, I chucked all those sad shards into the trash dumpster. The top 8 inches or so of soil was removed and I now had a clean bed, awaiting my creativity.

Dusk was gathering this evening as I returned from Lowe’s Garden Center, my arms full of plants. I could have waited until tomorrow to plant, however, I enjoy working outside in the cool of the evening. I sprayed myself with home-made mosquito repellant (you can get the instructions for making your own here) and in just a few minutes, I had the plants into the ground.

I have fallen in love with ornamental grasses, so I chose two dwarf varieties to plant in the front, Hamelin Dwarf Fountain Grass and Bronco Leatherleaf Sage. In between the grasses I placed a couple of Stella de Oro Daylilies. Their bright yellow blooms will contrast well with the soft green and cream of the fountain grass and the rusty brown of the leatherleaf sage. I added a bag of cedar mulch to keep weeds at bay and hold moisture in.

Front Garden rock

I tucked one of my favorite small rocks among the daylilies. I’ve had this rock for 20 plus years. I don’t even remember where I found it. It has a tiny reservoir within its craggy interior and I love keeping it filled with water. Last of all, I returned a decorative metal garden stake to the bed. This stake survived the tornado, remaining anchored to the ground, but the stake is bent, from the wind or from being struck by debris. Its little silver metal ball remains in place, amazingly. I have kept this piece as a positive reminder that when the storms of life strike, I can remain anchored in my faith, in my beliefs…and remain steadfast…although I may be impacted by what I have journeyed through. I can bend, without breaking, a beautiful reminder of my strength and resilience.

Front Garden survivor

I loved the peace and stillness in the air as I completed my work, the light from the front porch illuminating my freshly planted bed. One of the benefits of gardening in the evening twilight was that I saw my first firefly, a reminder that summer is upon us. I washed my hands and arms using the garden hose. There is something magical to me about washing up with the hose. It brings back childhood memories of my sisters and I spraying each other, cooling off as the last of the day’s heat rose in waves from the ground. I gathered that deep peace around me like a shawl, entering the house. And laughed as I beheld my hands. I missed some places, washing up in the dark. I prefer to garden without wearing gloves. I like getting my hands dirty. I accomplished that….and more…tonight.

Front Garden Ivy

The wildness of the right flower bed. Dayan and I planted one small ivy plant, in 2010. It was not affected by the drought and heat! My next project….

Journey 153: Far, Far Beyond

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I spent a great deal of time in the car today, driving from one appointment to another, one town after another. That car time provided the perfect opportunity to listen on Audible to chapters 12 and 13 in The Untethered Soul, by Michael A. Singer, in preparation for book club tonight.

I actually listened to chapter 13 twice, rewinding the audio in certain spots over and over again. I reflected as I listened, searched inward, reached outward. Chapter 13, titled Far, Far Beyond, begins with these words “Ultimately, the word ‘beyond’ captures the true meaning of spirituality. In its most basic sense, going beyond means going past where you are. It means not staying in your current state. When you constantly go beyond yourself, there are no more limitations. There are no more boundaries. Limitations and boundaries only exist at the places where you stop going beyond. If you never stop, then you go beyond boundaries, beyond limitation, beyond the sense of a restricted self.”

Those words captivated me two years ago. I read chapter 13 many times, listened to it on audio many times. Something in my heart broke open and I longed to experience a life lived beyond my limitations, beyond my comfort zone. The word beyond began to show up repetitively, in conversations, on signs, at random, seemingly coincidental times. I knew, toward the end of 2013 that beyond was my word for the next year, and that moving beyond my comfort zone was going to be crucial in 2014. How to do that, I wasn’t sure. And then I read about Lu Ann Cahn and her year of new experiences and knew that the way was being shown to me.

Michael Singer describes how to know when we approach the edges of our comfort zone….we feel discomfort. His example explains that a dog contained within an invisible electrical fence learns how close he can get to that barrier before he feels the mild zap of electricity. He learns to back up enough so that he doesn’t feel the discomfort, thus remaining within the confines of his yard. In the same way, when I approach the edges of my comfort zone, I feel the sting of discomfort and back up just enough to remove the feeling. The dog won’t die from the experience, if he chooses to put up with the momentary discomfort and charge through the barrier. If he can do that, he knows freedom. I won’t die either from discomfort, if I will move through that momentary rush of fear, or the dread of embarrassment, or the risk of failure. And I too will know freedom.

My comfort zone keeps me contained as surely as the electrical fence does the dog. I can choose to spend my life within my comfort zone, or I can free myself. The day I decided to push against the barriers of my comfort zone was the day I began to grow, the new daily experiences leading me to opportunities and joy, and through fear and doubt. I realized the confinement I lived within was constructed by me, with the intention of keeping me safe.  I could walk out at any time, moving past the pang of discomfort. And move beyond, I did.

Today, listening to this chapter, I looked at how much I have grown since first stepping beyond. I can feel the openness within me, feel how my soul has expanded, appreciate the quiet within my mind.  I also saw where I have pushed through and yet now rest, paused in front of new barriers, feeling pretty comfortable again.  Amazing insights welled up, along with fresh perspectives on my journey, which is what this year is all about. It’s time to push beyond again. And again.

I am grateful for the book club, which provided an opportunity for reflection and renewed energy to keep growing, keep going, beyond the edges of my comfort zone, beyond the edges of my limitations. I am going….far, far beyond.

Journey 152: Green Juice…Nailed It!

 

Finally, after my last attempt to create a healthy green drink turned out purplish brown instead, I succeeded in creating a green drink. Made from dark green vegetables, with half a yellow apple thrown in for sweetness, this juice is packed with nutrients. 

 

Today, rather than use my blender to make a smoothie, for the first time I used my juicer. My daughter Elissa very graciously gifted me with a juicer years ago. I was thrilled when I received it and I’ve intended to use it. However, I’d turn to my old  familiar blender instead. No longer willing to do the usual, or stay in a rut, I unpacked my beautiful gift. I was excited about trying it as soon as I hauled it from its box.  

Using the correct ingredients, I had about 8 oz of green juice in minutes. Here’s the recipe:

3 kale leaves, 2 leaves of collard greens, 1/2 cucumber, 2 celery stalks, 1/2 green or yellow apple, 1/2 lemon (peeled) or 1 t lemon juice, 1/2 inch fresh ginger or 1/4 t ground ginger. 

No need to chop the ingredients. So simple and fast. So full of nutritious goodness. My intention is to start the day with a healthly, nutrient dense juice, followed by a high protein breakfast a couple of hours later. I am thrilled with the ease of juicing and the results. Thank you, Elissa, for this gift. It took me a while to use it, but there’s no turning back now, and no end to the variety of juices I can create!