Unexpected Motivation and Inspiration

I have found that with so many things on the web like Facebook, Tumblr, Flickr, Stumble Upon and so on that you can really waste A. LOT. of time at the computer. So you can imagine what happened when I found Pinterest and I will tell you that I have spent quite a bit of time on there that very well could have been better spent. Now here I am, a few months after joining and I look back over the past few months and find a very surprising thing has happened that I would have never expected  in a million years- I have gotten a ton more done than I ever thought possible, I started working out again, I am inspired by new ways to organize my home (AND it is actually happening), I have found fantastic recipes not only for in general but also for better and healthier lifestyle changes, and now that I have a considerable amount of pins and boards and likes, I find that I don’t waste nearly as much time on it than when I first found it. Maybe I live vicariously through the pins on Pinterest, if I do oh well. I just see that my tasks are little lighter and I have a lot more to hope for when I find ideas and inspiration on this fantastic site. I just LOVE Pinterest.

Check out these awesome pins I found…

Tons of great teaching tools and ideas

Lots of pretty things

Tons of Sweet DIY, Crafts and Tutorials

Ball work out ideas which are my personal favorites

To die for gift wrapping ideas, ornaments, paper crafts

Organization ideas, home cleaners, decorating tips

Retro Dress pattern and other cute clothing ideas and patterns

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Theme Change and Photo Additions

 

 

So I am changing my theme for my blog and found this one that I love and it allows me to add photos without too much difficulty. The last theme was for some reason nearly impossible to work with when adding photos. So here you go, I look forward to adding many more pictures. I will most likely play with it for a bit to see how placement works and all, so bear with me while I try and get it right.

These photos are of my daughter and I last summer when we did our nails and put cute little decals on them.

 

 

Amputee

There was pain
Before this.
Great and terrible pain
Now gone.
Like a limb removed,
A need,
A necessity,
For life.
That pain hurt
And angered me;
It never let me alone.
Now gone.
Learning to live
Again.
Learning to be
Myself
Once more.
But I still feel
The phantom pains,
The limb
That is there
But gone.
A need for this
Life I have here.
And I miss it
That part of me.
For walking
This journey.
That pain.
I won’t take it back
Pain broke
My loyalty.
I wait
And wait
For the heel to be Healed
For the limb to be restored
To this body
My own.

World View Revolution- Part 4 or “Willingly Enslaved”

I am writing this as frustrations rise up in my world. Working three days a week as a “single” mom I have found that my philosophy on working a job as a mom at all is another Lie that has us duped by the establishment systems.

We fight the grind of the 9-5 work days and traffic and gas prices and benefits and office politics and for WHAT? So we can pay the daycare to raise our kids for us? So we can have benefits for health problems from the stress,  the smog filled commutes,  the hours doing repetitive motions, heavy lifting or hunched over a computer screen or the lack of nutrition due to the drive through dinners and not having the time for preparing or researching healthy foods and living? So we can put all our money into the gas tank and into our “keeping up with the Joneses” lifestyles? Since when is this worth it? How has it gotten to this point?

What has happened is we have sold our souls and bought a philosophy; that moms should have the freedom to work and not be under the thumb of responsibilities at home, or that we can do anything a man can do, but what we have gotten instead is being under the thumb of the work responsibilities and those at home combined, it is hardwired into us that we care for our homes (even if we don’t like to, want to or know how to) and therefore we are divided. A house divided cannot stand, a woman divided cannot stand, a family divided cannot stand, a marriage divided cannot stand. This promotion of women (or should I say demotion), has created a culture of willing enslavement because we have bought into the propaganda of the system. This system has taken from us our roots and traditions and home skills; it is still taking from us, it is attempting to steal our farming heritage, our entrepreneurial spirit, our ability to remain independent.  You see when they take our animals and our ability to grow our own food and disallow us to keep a small businesses (read this). They aren’t and haven’t literally taken them Per Se on a large scale. What they are trying to do is over-regulate these things, using fear tactics in the media by hyping big stories with just the info they want you to believe, then if that doesn’t work and a few get away from them they use the law to make an example of them like they are criminals by using obscure regulations, lies, and laws  to come and shut down community based operations that don’t line up with their drone mentality of the American people.  There is also the money factor to consider, they tax us, and insist we be licensed which again costs money, they fine those who are out of line and terrorize those not in cahoots with them or their lobbyist cronies.

Why do we want a job? to have good benefits. Why have good benefits? So when we are sick and broken down at retirement we will be taken care of? Even though our quality of life is nearly non-existent due to our multitude of health issues. To have good pay? To pay for our kids to go to college and get caught up in the same vicious cycle? Or to fund our retirement that we may be too sick to enjoy? It is bad enough that our men have to go out and put these stresses upon themselves (which they are hardwired to do with much less of a detriment to their health). But when you take the wives out of the home, and take the nourishment and nurturing those wives can provide for those men, to keep them healthy for the stresses of working, you end up with men who are broken down too!

But being a stay at home mom is not easy; do you know why? Because all or most of the skills that mothers pass down have been lost to a huge majority of women; thanks to the feminist movement. It is boring to stay home; we don’t know how to fill our time, or how to care for the home. Our work schedules and mentality have taken from us the ability to set routines in place to efficiently accomplish what we want for our homes and families. The skills of meal planning and nourishing our family have been lost to a convenience lifestyle of prepackaged chemicals. The skills of sewing and yarn works have been lost to store bought, inferior quality clothing. The skills of raising up strong, driven children of character and purpose have been lost to inferior education, schools of propaganda and peer pressure. The skills of hospitality, communication and community have been lost to a social media, texting,  gaming and amusement driven populace. The skills of healing our families with God given herbs and remedies have been lost to the greed driven big pharma corporations with there lobbyists that feed the greed in the media to lie to us and in the universities to propagandize our nation’s youth.

I am not talking about politics here, I am talking about the thought processes of individuals that have driven the American culture collectively en mass to sell there birthright and dignity because of the deception in a worldview that is not grounded foundation-ally in Truth or even in logic, reason and common sense. This is about thinking; thinking about the things that we hear and see passively throughout the day whether others say it or the media says it or a concept on a mindless television program says it; it is about discernment and telling apart the truth from the lies. The things I am writing are not about proving anything they are about piquing the curiosity of those who are willing to think outside their comfort zone and grasp the truth behind it. I am not an exhaustive researcher of specifics, I am attempting to portray tidbits of truth in my own journey for Truth. I know very little and in fact what I do know is minute in comparison to what I should know.  Does anyone else ever wonder why things just don’t make sense? Am I the only one wondering why common belief systems are so backward? Don’t you wonder about these types of things, too? Leave me a comment telling me what kinds of things just don’t make sense to you in the culture, let me know what has you mystified and why.

Randomness …of perfection, writing, inadequacies, faith and trust

“Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions.

Small people always do that…”

Mark Twain

am i a small person?

small and unforgiving?

sometimes my confidence makes a fool of me.

i am so sure of myself

and then i do something

and it fails…

my mind attacks

me telling me

why.

i.

failed.

telling me

i am stupid and ignorant

laughing at my confidence

dispelling my joy

mocking me for being.

so.

sure.

i fold into myself introspecting every little thing

i think i know and believe

i feel silly and selfish

shy and ashamed

that I put myself out there

so vulnerable

standing so tall on my soap box

of opinions

choices

words i say

and the me i reveal so openly to all.

i despise hypocrisy

so i reveal so much of myself

my mind calls me a fool

it asks “where is the mystery?”

maybe there is none when it comes to me

i rebel and flap about

like i know everything

and can do anything…

i get disconnected from so many

not on purpose

just my mind (that smallish part of me)

tells me not to bother because

they don’t care

they are too busy

so i forget to call

because i don’t know what to say

i like to write

i express my thoughts well

but i never bothered with

punctuation

too many or not enough and in the wrong spots

so i write and am humiliated

writers block is fear

that my dots and dashes don’t add up

my mind tells me i am dumb

elementary grammar

forgotten

in the need to put pen to page

and then confused

expression is a joy to me

yet i am failed for words to put all of it down

disjointed

thoughts

flying about my head

ricocheting from B cell to T cell

synapses firing away

and i try to catch them

these dragonfly thoughts

flitting one way

invisible then standing in midair…

sparkling

iridescent

thought

and I reach out with my jar of letters

to encapsulate the phantom phrase

on paper

or screen

but then its gone again

i am off on these

paper airplanes

and glitter screens

to lands of expression, of words, of poems

of classy fairy friends

of opinions to fuel my passions

of art to wonder at

and of my clumsy attempt

to join in the cacophony

that i travel

in the corner of my room

on the shiny little screen

and sometimes

maybe more so than not

my dishes are ignored

my bed unmade

or the laundry is left waiting on its mountain

or words tumble from my mouth too fast

and they’re sharp

and i regret

that they hurt

those i care for the most

and i wake

another morning

and i crawl out of bed

and i fly by my life as it comes

and i trust

the work in me will be completed

grace will be given each day anew

i will write and not be fearful

and i will hope myself breathless

and i will be silly and embarrassed

holding my chin up high

as i learn to forgive and be forgiven

and look up for my help

…..

;;;;

,,,

?

!

:

and i will TRUST.

Linked up with Life: unmasked

Simplicity- Intro

The lifestyle of simplicity is becoming a lost art, a refinement forgotten. There is an appeal to that life of slow days and basics, where the things you have don’t own you and you aren’t a slave to the clock and at the mercy of schedules. There is an appeal to having the freedom to marvel at the simple things, like the wonder in a child’s eyes, or the sunsets, or the pictures in the clouds. Yet in this culture of busyness around us, a little child’s curiosity becomes bratty, and any inconvenience becomes a crisis. The car-seat trapped child’s eyes become dull and listless as they are carted about too and fro, forgotten in the bustle and hustle of play dates and dance lessons and after school programs and sports and church programs and the list goes on. There is nothing wrong with any of these things to do, there is something wrong though, when these things start owning you, when the commitment becomes too much and the necessities of life fall to the wayside for these activities.

Stress rears it’s ugly head against us, we feel guilt because somehow we have come to believe that we have to do and do and do. We have to give our kids the opportunities and we have to be at the party and we have to go and hang out with so and so, our homes have to be perfect, we have to meet the deadline… and yes we do sometime. However there comes a time to just stop; a season to rest, and maybe, a call to pull away and be left out of it all or at least most of it, to refocus and re-purpose ourselves, our families, our homes and our lives so that we can just be and not just do. There is a saying “You are a human being not a human doing”. The easy life is the life of being busy, because we no longer have to think about what matters- we just find more to do, to fill in the dead spaces, while at night we are haunted by those things that should be addressed in our lives, our character, our children’s discipline, our marriages. We fear the stillness of just being, in which our inadequacies shout at us through the bullhorn of guilt.

In the search for simplicity we need to first recognize the onslaught of expectations we face, and the origin of them. We need to evaluate if those expectations have come to us through sources we can trust or through the subtle influences of media and culture or even through the well meaning influence of slightly misguided friends and family. Each of us has the ability to divide the truth from the lies. If something has you stressed out and feeling overwhelmed and out of control or attacked, degraded and worthless it is not of value* to you. Usually the progression seems to follow a pattern of what we want, typically, we want to be liked**, thus we feel we must measure ourselves according to the expectations people around us have projected upon us, either verbally or inadvertently by their attitudes towards us or others. Then we can have perceived ideas of expectations that we feel we must live up to based on how the media portrays to us an unrealistic lifestyle of wealth and good times. Finally, we have to sort out our own expectations we have of ourselves; while filtering the importance of them through whether we want to be liked, if it is a source of pride, or if it is a lie propagated upon us by the media.

James 1:17
*Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.

1 John 2:16
**For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.

What can we do? How do we swing the pendulum back to center and re-engage with life? What are some ways you balance your life? Do you feel overwhelmed? I. do. a. lot. This post is the first of my series on digging myself out of the clutter of stuff and life owning me into an existence that is filled with me owning my life and my stuff being tools and not taskmasters. Do you have any tips for me? Or are you in the same boat as I am? Join me in this journey so we can discover the joys of simplicity together.