The 1st Day of the Rest of My Life

The wedding was in the dead of November with the leaves blowing across the cobblestone streets of the little Hallmark town we had chosen to have the ceremony at. I slipped my hand through the wrist loop attached to my dress as my corset was cinched up. Turning around I looked at myself standing on the little child’s stool I had found in the Catechism room I was dressing in.

My friend cinching my corset up

I have ALWAYS dreamt of wearing a corset. And today, one of the most important days of my life I was wearing a corset. I realized later I ate a lot less food with it on… Haha!

I looked at my hair done up in bobby pins and lots of hairspray. I never use hairspray or bobby pins so this whole process was quite… different for me. But I will say the result was BEAUTIFUL!!

I waited anxiously in the Catechism room as I heard my father’s footsteps treading down the hallway. He reached the door and my photographer told him top step in backwards and then wait while she adjust my dress on more time.

Turning, his eyes were surprised and then filled with a tears, as he stepped to take my hand. This was the first mans hand I had held. This time was very emotional for both of us because we had shared a bond I that I’d wager to say was deeper than most father/daughter relationships, being that we had been in the same life-altering car wreck together.

His face, in the moment, is one I will not forget of my father.

This was the first day of the rest of my life married to man of my dreams, kilts and all.

Thankful for L.I.F.E.

I’ve been reflecting on life as it is for me. I was talking with one of my good friends the other day saying how I felt in a rut. But after reflecting on this I’ve accomplished so many of my goals in these past few months!

One of my goals was to become a barista which I am happily doing at this adorable little coffee company startup. It is amazing, the shop is fantastic. The couple that started it have a large family and the spouse, who’s a carpenter, made all the furniture inside! The neat thing about the shop is that the owners have their own personal roaster who goes down to Mexico and works with the people who grow the coffee. I am so impressed with there business and beyond happy to be working there!

I finally published an Ebook on Amazon. It’s called Falling to Daughter Zion.

Another of my goals was to start a blog. Well, ta–daa! Readers, I’ve been blogging to you for quite a while.

And last but not least I fell in love.

Perhaps that has been the spark for many of those goals aforementioned.

Hurrah, to accomplishments!

So, my dear readers stay tuned for my next list of goals.

OPA!

A Dove and a Mirror

As I gazed in the mirror at my wood wicked chair I wondered what was is to come. A dove flighted off a branch and I wondered; wondered deep.

Wandering through the paths of all the “could be’s” and the “might’s.”
To a deep wonder.
I stood gazing back at my old life.
Had I achieved enough in the past?
I briefly will look back as I walk down the graduation aisle.
Did I do enough?
Did I stay the path?

As I extend my arm to toss my cap.

The dove fly’s on.

Clean Windows and Bright Thoughts

In the westward window hang colored glass crystals with cacti beneath. Hopefully not a bad omen for the day.

Light streams in the brightly scrubbed glass I cleaned this morning. It makes a person wonder in that fraction of brightness why any darkness could exist. But that is momentous. Life happens and darkness wins sometimes. But the light returns with the hope of a new day.

My morning walks bring clarity to my days. I am covered with the bright shadows of tree silhouettes, shedding my thoughts away in the aftermath of their shadows. Rich shades of green surround me in the forest where I see a deer gracefully arch over a weathered barbed wire fence.

Gingerly walking through the woods light streams in through the dappled treetops. Creating a canopy of thought. A sky of reason. An abundance of possibilities all intertwined in one branch. My mind wanders as my shoe catches on a broken limb. Trees remind me of many things in this life.

As I see it, the brain is much like a tree. The branches, or thoughts stretching out and interlacing, brightening with green leaves and throwing shadows. With a breaking storm, some branches stay strong: some break. After a furious storm, only the strongest branches will remain.

What are your strongest branches?

 

 

 

 

 

 

He Keeps His Promises

This morning as I wandered up the long red dirt hill I looked beneath my feet at the crunching gravel. I was immersed in thoughts, bouncing around my head like bouncing balls. Scotland, volunteer, work, college, the whole gamut seems overwhelming, or so it seems. This is true of most people my age juggling family, jobs, college, and volunteer opportunities. So much to do so little time!

Scotland is roaringly wild and majestically beautiful! I can imagine the rock cliffs prodding out into the cyan blue sky. Feeling the salt breeze wander across my face.

Today at Sunday I received that one true lamb. As in the Book of John, Jesus separates the Bread blesses it and says to his apostles: “Behold, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world.”

This is such a powerful verse that continues throughout the Bible. The Cardinal of my diocese visited our small church today celebrating the confirmation of many young people.

The Bishop gave a powerful homily today. Starting by thanking the whole congregation for supporting and helping the confirmands along their journey.

As he continued he described a 13-year-old girl who after an earthquake went to the support tent to find only one banana left with the provided rations. Finding this she divided the banana for her two younger siblings. Eating the leftover crumbs of the banana peel.

That homily blew my mind and really got me critically thinking about my own life and about how I can be of service to others.

We are called to serve. And I hope to do accordingly.

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God Bless for a Blessed Lent!