Dusting Off

Dusting off the virtual cobwebs.

Twelve notebooks filled with scribbles

of thoughts and experiences

And a blog that has been ignored.

Time to listen to the voice 

that has found its way to the page,

yet has been bound 

to the confines of 

the notebooks

that fill the bag

left in the bottom of 

the closet. 

Time to 

clear off the dust that had 

settled

on the surface

and revisit the intention. 

Day 31

I start typing, 

then I backspace to erase it all.

Small pieces make a bigger puzzle. 

Serving as a Eucharistic Minister for the first time

and in awe of this experience, 

and reminded that each person has a faith journey that share similarities, yet is unique to them. 

Happy that my house is full this morning, 

as everyone makes their way to the kitchen for breakfast. 

Grateful that I had time to go to Yin Yoga with Grace,

and practice self-care. 

Taking advantage of the beautiful weather and taking the dog for a walk with Danny and Kayla.

Making a departure from our usual routine of cooking on Sunday afternoon, 

and calling for a pizza and salad as everyone gathered to watch March Madness, 

Yet continuing to abstain from pizza. 

Purchasing a new composition book to use for quarter 2 in my spiritual journaling quest. 

Sitting now and typing my the final entry for the March Slice of Life challenge.  

March Madness at its best. 

Writer's Thumb?

My thumb has been drawing attention to itself.

Every now and then.

Sometimes it is a whisper, 

"Hello, are you sure you need to have such a tight grip?"

Other times it is nagging, 

"Give me a rest." 

I have been trying to figure out what has changed.

Is it aging? 

Is it the dog pulling me in a different direction on our daily walks? 

Is it the grips during hot yoga when I squeeze my hands together tightly, 

thumb over thumb, and holding the pose? 

Is it the writing that I have been doing by hand? 

I just googled thumb grip, and I know it is not sore due to gaming. 

I am unsure of the culprit; however, I am listening to my thumb, 

and loosening my grip. 

Winner, winner

Walking into the meeting room, 

I was excited to see that there was going to be a raffle. 

I wrote my name and included an explanation point!

After lunch, 

it was decided to begin the raffle,

 as there were many goodies to be raffled off.

The biggest prize was going to go at the end of the meeting. 

Tickets were drawn and names announced.

Each time my name wasn't announced

I thought to myself, I am going to win the big prize. 

With six tickets left in the container, it was time to get back to the agenda.

At the very end, 

it was time for the big prize- a Bloxels kit. 

Finally, 

my name was announced.

It must have been the exclamation point! 

Simple Things

It has been 15 months since undertaking the no clothes shopping challenge. 

As I result the only store that I regularly shop at is the grocery store. 

The other day I was running errands with my daughter.

On her list was hangars. 

I began rambling about how long it had been since I had been in TJ Maxx, 

talking animatedly 

about the fact that I was about to walk in the store 

that I had not made any purchases in for over a year

and how I was prepared not to buy anything. 

I was there as part of her errand. 

She turns to me and says "It's for hangars mom. Don't get excited."

And I had to burst out laughing.

Brief

Keeping it brief. 

I don't think it is supposed to take 2 hours today, 

Plus another hour from the other day 

to write a two page brief. 

That is all I can muster, 

after wrestling with a brief.