I have struggled a bit with my word – DWELL. These last few months I have not wanted to dwell too long or too deeply. I have been thinking of dwelling as something to avoid. I’m sure I am not the only one who has been told to stop dwelling on something.
But then I noticed this beautiful image. Every morning, I pause here while the water is boiling. I stand and look out at the hummingbird feeder, the reflection of the twinkle lights in the window glass, the flowers (there are always flower these days – I make this a priority when I do my weekly shopping). I chose this word because I wanted to dwell – to stop; to linger; to remain; to stay. When I chose this word, I had no idea how much time I would have to dwell on the everyday, ordinary moments. But this is what I needed, a time to slow down and pay attention, to dwell in all the gifts and joys.
Thanks Honoré for these monthly nudges to notice how are words are showing up.
Inspired by Katie, I have rebooted calendar planning and reflecting. Before this unusual time of staying home began, I was using a planner on a very regular basis. But that fell off when so much was cancelled and I didn’t even know how to plan.
Katie posts her weekly practice of reflecting back on the week. I tried using a Hobonichi Weeks last year but it was just too small. But I found a TN size, undated insert that has the same layout. My intention was to start on June one but when it arrived last week, I jumped in. I did my planning and reflecting yesterday and I think this is going to be a good practice.
Be sure to visit Katie. She does an amazing amount of reading too.
P.S. thanks for all your kind words about the unemployment mess. I was able to get all the paperwork filed and so far, no other intrusions but I will need to be vigilant. I should schedule a day for checking finances in my new planner. The real tragedy is that many who are supposed to be getting unemployment are now on hold while the state investigates the million dollar mess.
Yesterday my husband asked what day it was. We are in trouble when he loses track. But it is indeed Friday and a four day weekend. Unfortunately part of this long weekend will be spent online, filing out forms. Yup. I am one of the ever growing number of people who are part of unemployment fraud. It is scary how much money has been paid out to fraudulent claims. I had no idea until one of my daughters told me she found out someone had filed for employment using her social security number. So, this is a public service announcement. Check your social security number. In our stare you do that through the Unemployed offices.
Then, when I have finished filing forms, I will move to a deck chair with a beverage and some yarn, or maybe a book. I will take in a deep breathe and remind myself that this too shall pass. Right?
I had a fun chat with Honoré last week about scrapbooking and making layouts and getting our stories told. This inspired me to share three things are about paper and pictures and stories.
1. I want to learn how to do more digital scrapbooking. Or maybe it is hybrid. I am reading up on digital techniques and contemplating a new computer/device for easier digital creating.
2. I need to organize my photos. Most of them are on my phone and in the cloud. I used to upload to Flickr and Shutterfly but I am woefully behind. I am excited to check out some different options that I found in the replies on Carole’s post today.
3. Pictures are fun but the story behind the picture is important. We welcomed our new grandson this week and while mama and papa were at the hospital, our bigger person stayed with us. I didn’t take a lot of pictures but I write down a lot of his words. It made me think about how we hold those memories and what we leave behind. It made me wonder what my mom treasured when she was with us after our daughters were born. What stories did she want to remember when our girls spent time with their grandparents. Because Alzheimer’s took those memories away, we have no way of knowing. That is what I want most from documenting these days. I want our daughters and grandsons to know how much we treasured them, even when we can no longer tell the stories.
“Liminal space is an inner state and sometimes an outer situation where we can begin to think and act in new ways. It is where we are betwixt and between, having left one room or stage of life but not yet entered the next.”Richard Rohr
Do you know this idea of liminal space? Last week three different people mentioned this term to me and when I typed those words into the search box, Richard Rohr showed up. And that was quite a rabbit trail.
There is quite a bit of betwixt and between in my life right now. I was hoping to start running again. It seemed that working from home might give me some flexibility in my day. But when the parks were closed, the only path available was the neighborhood and I live in a very hilly area. So I am walking – a lot. And I am conquering the hills. I am hopeful that when my favorite running trail is accessible again, I will be ready to run. Until then, I will try to pay attention to the liminal spaces in my days.
My birthday was the best day. I am uncomfortable with birthday hoopla when it is directed at me but because of the shelter at home order, I was showered with attention from afar. Birthday goodies, flowers, and a banner delivered to my front porch. Lots of cards in the mail. And a fun cupcake celebration on Zoom with my favorite people.
2. What did I miss?
Grocery shopping. I used to go to the store multiple times each week. I love meal planning and slow shopping, wandering the aisles, reading ingredients, picking up produce to make sure it is the freshest. I don’t mind wearing a mask or planning just one trip a week. But I miss being able to wander and linger. I will say that the staff at my store have been so amazing. They are kind and gentle and I am so grateful for their work.
3. What does peace look like in May?
I am cultivating some peaceful practices. A lot of walking and paying attention. Gardening will definitely be a peaceful pursuit. More time for prayer and putting pen to paper.