Words I Have to Say . . .

Before I took the SOL challenge my writings were for a very few . . . the very close people in my life, the people, I felt really comfortable reading what I had to say. And even then, I often did not write about things that were sad or showed the raw side of me. After all, I wanted my blog to be upbeat and inspirational.

But today, I have to write about 2 people, one little boy who was only 22 months old and a woman who was only 52 years old. Sadly, both of these people lost their fight with cancer.

I didn’t know either of these people personally, but I had a connection to them . . . not through my friends who are related to them, but because I am a cancer survivor . . . so I have a connection to them.

As a cancer survivor, each time I hear that someone loses the battle . . . the battle I am so, so fortunate to have won, a part of me relives, relives what they have gone through and it saddens me to know they were not as lucky as me.

As a cancer survivor, the “it” never goes away, never gets buried as deep as you would like because when you hear someone loses the battle the “it” comes rearing its ugly head and you remember, remember the fears, the questions, the unknowns . . . and you remember these same fears, questions and unknowns in the eyes of the people you love and who love you, and there’s a little bit of guilt knowing that others weren’t as lucky as yourself.

But then I tell myself maybe . . . it’s good, good to be reminded so that we never, ever forget to be thankful for what we have . . . and to remember to stop and smell the flowers, even when we think there’s no flowers to smell, and most important to surround ourselves with the people we love because that’s what matters most.

Exercise War

It’s Sunday and the “exercise war” begins in my head

It’s not like I want to stay cozy and warm in my bed

I think of the chores, such as laundry and more

All the things keeping me from walking out the door

I know it does good physically and mentally too

It’s not that I’m lazy. . . please don’t misconstrue

I bring out the schedule, maybe there’s a class I can take

I see at 9:30 there’s a class I can make

Zumba is the name, it’s about movement and dance

Heck, I say to myself . . . why not take a chance

I text my good friend to see if she’s in

Asking if she’s up for taking a spin

And maybe tomorrow as I ponder my SOL

I’ll share and reflect on how it all went so well!

Power of Words . . .

Power of Words . . .

We all have heard it . . . we’ve taught it to our kids . . .

Heck there is even a rhyme about them . . . remember?

Sticks and stones can break my bones

But words can also hurt me . . .

And on the other side of the spectrum

Words can make us immensely happy, jubilant even!

Hallmark Cards . . . need I say more?

I was given this very interesting book, Heal Your Body A - Z by Louise L. Hay

The book speaks to having faith, not in the religious sense, but . . .

faith in life . . . in the universe.

The power of words . . .

“Whatever we send out mentally or verbally will come back to us in like form.”

“For every effect in our lives, there is a thought pattern that precedes and maintains it”

If you’re willing think about the power of words in relation to your health . . .

check out this book . . .

if you’re open to it.

Out of the mouths of babes . . .

Yesterday, I was with a first grade class making a slideshow for the months of the year. As we were typing in the names for each month, we were also brainstorming possible ideas for the “super sentences” they would be writing. We talked about how in January they could write about snowmen. February of course was all about Valentine’s Day and chocolate. When we got to March, an adorable little girl with a smile that just lights up the room said, “my birthday is in March!” “Oh that would be a great super sentence for each of you,” I said with delight, as I could see their little brains were working and thinking of great ideas to write about. As we were about to move on to April, the same little girl said, “When is your birthday?”

“My birthday. . . it’s in July”

“What is the day?”

“The 16th?” . . . I knew what was coming next . . .

“How old will you be?”

“Well, how old do you think I will be?”. . . I asked not really sure that I was ready for her answer . . .

“I think you are 50,” she said with the most adorable toothless smile!

Just then a normally quiet little boy sitting next to her blurted out . . .

“No, no, she is 17!”

Oh. . . out of the mouths of babes!

Back in the Writing Mode?

It’s been a while although the thoughts were still there

Yet when I sat down to write, all I did was seem to stare. . .

I didn’t want my writing to be dull or feel like a chore

Because the hope for my blog was inspirational . . . after all!

Writing each day in March is a challenge from my friend you know who . . .

So . . . I think I’m now ready, for a thought, a quote or a feeling or two

And yes I agree it has been long overdue!