Category Archives: Inspiration

Love what you do.

“Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.” -Steve Jobs-
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Inspirational quotes – brainy quote

I agree your heart will know when you have found it! You will suddenly have all the energy in the world and will feel like you can tackle anything. If changing jobs isn’t something you can do right now, don’t fret. There are things you can do while you are looking for that perfect job that feeds your soul. Start with a list of the areas of your life that might need a tweak to feel inspired again. Something as simple as learning to dance, building a garden or taking a photography class can make you feel excited and alive. Steve is on to something with not settling. If you are not doing what is feeding your soul, what is making you happy, what is helping you live your authentic self, chances are you feel like you are on a hamster wheel and every day is like groundhog day. Keep looking, don’t settle.

What’s that song, if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one your with? While you are waiting for that perfect job that helps you feel satisfied, try a few subtle changes with your current position in the interim. I discovered that adding a new skill to my role and learning something new can help me feel inspired again.

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A life-long bachelor visiting married friends.

Here is my story!

The story: A life-long bachelor visiting married friends.

Include the following in your story:

Tick tockfactory * zoology * arrest broadcast * comb  *divorce *flap * harness gaze

The tick-tock of the grandfather clock was calming as I straighten up behind Doug’s college roommate. John would be here a few more days, and I wasn’t sure if I could hold my tongue. He constantly berated Doug but covered it with humor. Doug was so defensive when it came to John, I learned early on if I gave Doug it’s him or me ultimatum I would be on my way to divorce court.

It broke my heart the way Doug always shrank when John was around. John’s zoology career had him traveling the world. His Facebook post had a different beautiful woman hanging off his arm every few days. He invented a harness that would calm animals in transit and made his first million in his mid-twenties. Doug’s career was nothing to sneeze at. He was in upper management at a Nike shoe factory.

I sat John’s briefcase on top of his travel bag, and my thumb stroked the small flap; it popped open. I didn’t want to comb through his belongings, but it’s not like there was a cop standing by to arrest me. I opened the case, and there was a photo of the three of us attached to the inner lid. It was a photo of our wedding. Doug and I were feeding each other cake laughing our heads off, and John was standing off to the side. I’d seen this picture but never noticed his gaze before. John was watching us, and his facial expression made me catch my breath, it was a mix of love, admiration, and pride. It was a broadcast that our life was the life he wanted.

RDP 82#: YARN

Are you a spinner, a weaver, a knitter?  No, me neither.  But I am a blogger.  So are you.  Spin us a yarn, weave us a tale, or show us some sheep or a few alpacas, busily growing wool …….  Make a good yarn of it.

Children at a craft stall waiting to take their turn weaving with all that lovely yarn.

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Write The Story

My sister gave me a book called write the story. We are randomly picking a story on Sundays and sharing it on Thursdays. The Story we picked is “The main character witnesses a crime.”

We must include the following in our story: Christmas, almond, paisley, lion, pipe, scream, fade, french horn, inflate, maple.

I’ll work on it this week and post on Thursday. I think it would be fun if others want to join. I’m not sure how to do the link to other’s pages, but if anyone wants to join in I’ll try to get it figured out by Thursday.

Joyce

Get Off the Couch and Find Something Interesting!

Can’t wait to check these off. This will help me with my goal to get out of the house!

Traveling Grandma

Greetings!

Recently, I was facilitating a meeting around getting some activity into our lives – and doing it a bit differently.  It is easy to say “I’m going to get off this couch and get moving!” and an entirely different matter to turn off the TV and actually DO something.

Looking for something different and unusual can be motivating – so I searched for some ideas that would be a little different than taking a stroll around the neighborhood.  Here are some ideas around my neck of the woods – if you don’t live near Portland, Oregon, how about searching “unusual places to go in ________” (fill in the blank) and let me know what you find!  (This posting is also available under the Day Trips tab).

Unusual Places to Go

In or Near Portland, Oregon:

1.  Ranier Oregon – Largest captive Sloth preserve in the world. No sloths…

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Be true to yourself.

 

Your only obligation in any lifetime is to be true to yourself. -Richard Bach-

Being true to yourself revives inspiration. I have learned after numerous cycles of making drastic changes, switching jobs every five years and changing relationships that chasing the next shiny object, starting over with something or someone new isn’t necessarily the best answer. The excitement is short-lived. When the newness wears off, the feelings stir again, and the cycle repeats. Instead, I realized that making small tweaks along the journey makes all the difference.  Embracing new experiences and making even minor changes can take me from feeling like I am in a perpetual rut, stuck running the hamster wheel of life to being inspired again.

I discovered my feelings of discontent, much like a two-year-old child tugging at my skirt,  would not be ignored and would continue to haunt me until I listened and took action. The call to action was to be my authentic self or as some call it unapologetically honest standing in my truth. For me, it was recognizing that although I had a beautiful life, it was okay to feel out of sorts and that and even though my life was ideal, it was perfectly acceptable to feel something was amiss.  It was okay to want something different and to go one step further and do something about it.

I remembered a comment a friend made about repeating patterns in a relationship and that until you learn whatever lesson was being sent your way, that pattern would continue to repeat itself.

Without a doubt, I have a pattern of boredom and oddly enough contentment is the catalyst. I discovered that if I felt stagnant, the road back to Pleasantville was barricaded. To move the barrier, I had to figure out where the feeling was coming from and what part of my spirit wasn’t fulfilled. I am happy to share that in my experience a full life change may not be necessary and that it is possible to move from a mundane life to an inspired one with subtle modifications like learning new skills. For me, I just have to keep growing and learning, or I feel like I am stuck on a hamster wheel repeating each day over and over like Groundhog Day. I believe we are not meant to be static. We have to learn new things and seek out challenges that keep us growing and evolving. Mahatma Gandhi – Live like you were dying but learn like you were to live forever.

Doppelganger

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Doppelgänger

 

Curled up in a chair in the hospital room, I watched the “me” laying on the bed sleep for several days. The feeling of being pulled towards the ‘me’ on the bed came and went. I was never more hopeful than the last time it happened. I was within inches of my body when the sensation ceased. I grabbed for my body but, before I could reach it, I was back in the chair, frustrated but hopeful. That was the closest I had been to rejoining. I could feel the will to live.

Why am I separated? What is keeping me from waking? I thought back to all the movies about people crossing over. It didn’t make sense. Wouldn’t I be the one having experiences that would keep me from wanting to come back? There was no tunnel, no light, and no departed loved ones helping me to cross over. There was just me the observer watching my body sleep. Could it be that there were three of us: the observer “me” stuck in the hospital watching my body, the “me” recovering in the hospital bed, and a third “me” visiting Mom and Jim in heaven refusing to come back? I remembered my friend Vicky telling me about our different layers. I just remembered a few: the physical, astral, casual, celestial, and etheric. Or something like that. I think she said the etheric is closest to the physical so that would explain why I can still feel sensations that happen to my physical body like the defibrillator and the patch. She talked about the astral being the closest level to the spirit plane; maybe I was in my astral body. Maybe this “me” floating outside of my body was something altogether different. Something Vicky doesn’t even know about. I was so frustrated and confused. I couldn’t think of anything else that would keep me from wanting to wake up other than being with Mom and Jim again.

I watched as friends and co-workers stopped by with flowers and quick stories about what was happening in their lives and how they missed me and prayed for my recovery.

I walked around the hospital in observer mode for what seemed like days. I walked past the staff… unseen. Only a few patients could see me. I assumed they were on the edge of death. I sat with an elderly woman as she pointed out the relatives filling her room to help her cross. I couldn’t see any of them but said pleased to meet you as she introduced each member of her family that had passed. I was hoping that not seeing them was a good sign that I was more rooted with the living than the dead. I spent most of my time in the children’s ward telling stories to the few that could see me. I tried not to think about the fact that if they could see me, they might be dying. I couldn’t remember stories from my childhood, so I made some up. I was sure on some level they knew I was different from the staff. I hoped they wouldn’t ask questions. Questions I had no answers to.

Deciding that I couldn’t wait for my body to pull me back in, I took a running start and leaped onto the bed falling backward. I hoped the momentum would shove me back in my body. Instead, I went through my body as well as the bed and ended up on the floor underneath. I stared up at the bed frame and mattress. “I’m in hell, I thought. I’m sure of it. I’m doomed to watch myself for eternity.”

My next strategy was to lie on the bed. If I were a fragment of the Kate on the bed, maybe I could connect. Perhaps I would see what she was seeing, see what was keeping her from returning. I crawled out from underneath the bed. I’m sure I could have just risen through it, the same way I fell through it. It just felt normal to crawl Continue reading