Tell Me

Would you know me by where I live? Could you locate me in a crowd after wandering around my living space? Is understanding me and my decision to live in the place I do as easy as seeing my surroundings?

This much I can say…

I admire trees. They grow from a nut in the ground and even if chopped down, even close to the dirt, new shoots can grow from the stump of the dead.

I don’t keep up with the Jones or the Warrens (an affluent family in my area.)

I prefer vintage.

I value resilience, a life lived whether that life was long or short, arduous or kind. It’s all part of this blessed aging process. 

I fill my place with cherished items because I’m sentimental.

I inherited a dining table from my grandparents. The surface is marred with markings from my uncles. With only Mom and one uncle remaining of this large family, I hold close to this piece of history of the family. 

A red tractor’s chair came from my dad’s business. It was part of a set, he tells me. I always hear a bit of regret in his voice since he didn’t keep the blue one also. I sat on the red one when I was young. A tractor’s seat welded onto a coil and base.

When I walk into my home, I see the value. But, possibly someone different who may look at me would see my frugality.

I’m eclectic, maybe even cluttered.

My place is dusty and often unorganized.

I’m not wealthy. Still, I value appearance, but it isn’t in a way requiring control. I’m wanting to shake off the chains.

Naps, comfort, books, caring for others, and cats are valuable.

Instead of asking, “What’s your name? What do you do?” Rather, we might have someone describe their car or their clothing choice. I’d like to try that sometime. Maybe I will.

What’s your place like and how did you choose? Is it stamped with all of the trimmings of you? Or, as it sometimes happens, did it choose you? Leave a comment below. I’d love to read it.

Here’s a fun site-Curating Cozy Spaces

A book I enjoyed-Style Statement – Carrie and Danielle

My No Guilt Life

I have caused suffering. We all have. We try so hard to not harm. But it’s impossible. For example, my thoughts on being vegan or vegetarian were to be innocent of shedding blood. To not stop another’s life. It sounds noble. It sounds wise. And one day we may all be able to live without causing harm to other beings just to survive. There is another side to the “plants only” diet. Agriculture. Whether we farm thousands of acres or raise herds of cattle, we still do harm. To the environment, to the habitat, and to the creatures who live there.

It is a baby’s nature to be born. That baby that was born didn’t think of the pain she caused. She didn’t try to be gentle. She herself wasn’t in control, but the timing of nature was propelling her to be born. The child in the act of being born is surviving and thriving and asserting, but at the same time she is also at the mercy of the environment around her. In the same way, we, the people of Earth, are propelled by nature and the forces that came before us. Here we stand with the blood of those we have harmed, but we are still as innocent as the baby that is freshly born. We didn’t ask for this. We didn’t cause the destructions that came before our time. We can only adapt to where we are now.

Bloom, bloom, bloom where you’re planted.
You will find your way.
Bloom, bloom, bloom where you’re planted.
You will have your day.
http://forums.catholic.com/showthread.php?t=102393

Today, I drop my guilt and walk away. Just like the newborn baby innocent but yet guilty. I’ll live my life the best I can. I will take what I need and give to others as well. Each day, I will take the steps that are in front of me and I will use whatever tool I have in my hand, for myself and for those around me. What more can any of us do? What does the lord require of us, but to love mercy, to do justly and to live humbly before our god.

…Walk tall, but don’t get cocky.
Know your limits.
Deal with the things you can, and let the rest go.
Like the saying goes, “Your arms are too short to box with God.”
http://www.rawtimes.com/tao.html

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