In a child's world, each day is occupied with play. Their world is filled with possibility; a gift hidden within the gift of play. Each new day brings the opportunity to explore, imagine and create. Old clothes from a vintage storage trunk become Paris's latest fashions; teddy bears at tea become trusted confidantes; and make-believe butter, sugar and flour become the most delicious Italian Creme cake you've ever tasted.
I love the art of play - approaching each new day with awe and wonder, much like a child! Approaching life this way is akin to being given a blank canvas on which to paint, or a fresh sheet of paper on which to write or draw. Like being given a new seed to plant in the garden, or discovering a sandbox just begging for a castle to be built.
The power of play is such a gift! It awakens us to the possibilities that reside all around us. It allows us to discover the joy and beauty of creating and to do so in a way that is an authentic expression of who we are. It gives us the freedom to try (without fear of failure) and it gives us the opportunity to uncover what truly makes us come alive!
It is in play that we truly learn to celebrate the moment and to celebrate life each and every day!
Starting today, why not challenge yourself to begin to see and experience life through child's play?
Ask yourself these questions:
Can you remember when you last lay on your back and watched clouds morph from cats into old ladies? How long has it been since you said "hello" to the man in the moon or quietly waited on your front porch for "star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight?"
When was the last time you went out and played in the rain and stopped to enjoy a raindrop gently caressing your cheek? The last time you skimmed a rock over the top of a creek just so you could count the ripples it made? How long has it been since you listened to the secret conversations hidden deep within the recesses of a sea shell you discovered at the oceans edge, as the tide changed from high to low?
If you could approach life as child's play, seeing each moment through creative eyes, looking for treasure in the ordinary, what wonderful possibilities might await you? What might you create?
I encourage you to discover the gift of play. For, I truly believe that it is by observing and emulating a child at play, that we begin to get a taste of what celebration and creativity amid an otherwise ordinary life can look like.
*This post was originally published as an article in Belle Inspiration Magazine. You can follow the lovely Mimi Bleu's daily photos of life in Paris on Instagram at belleinspirationparis.
Right now it is storming here. The rain is pouring from the clouds outside, and inside, the tears are pouring from my eyes.
Today is one of those days, when I just want to go back to bed, pull the covers over my head and forget about everything. It comes on the heels of a particularly bad couple of weeks. I have been battling the Shingles for the third time; I have had another painful gall bladder attack over the weekend; and this morning I had to rush Pork Chop (our little doggie) to the vet because he his throat and nose were swelling up and he couldn't breathe (a reaction to a vaccine he had received).
And today marks one year since my since my husband and I pulled up roots. Roots that ran wide. Roots that ran deep. A year since we relocated, in order for us to follow what The Lord is calling us to do, in this season of life, in the place he is calling us to do it.
But here's the thing. It has not been an easy transition. I am missing my friends. I am missing our home that my husband and I built and the memories that we created there as a family. I am missing the life we knew for the last 20 years.
My husband works long hours and I am finding myself alone and isolated from others far too much of the time. Current health challenges keep me from getting out and about as much as I would like in order to meet and make new friends. The health care modalities that could ease (if not possibly eliminate) the chronic pain I suffer with are readily available here, yet not accessible, since our insurance won't cover their cost. Our house still hasn't sold.
At this point, I am wondering what in the world are we doing here??
But here's the other thing - even on my worst day, I have so much to be grateful for.
I serve a God who lavishes his Grace on me each and every day. A God whose Mercies are new every morning. A God who walks with me, lovingly leading me to a renewed sense of His Presence, Mercy and Love. I have a family and friends who love me. I have a beautiful home (well heck - right now I have two) and my husband has a good job.
And here's the third thing - What if the very things I need are the very things I fight the most? What if this solitude is exactly what I need at this time to draw me closer to my Lord? Exactly what I need to become more serious about my prayer life? Exactly what I need to step more deeply into my callings as writer and life coach? What if this season of transition is actually a gift wrapped in suffering?
So what if it's not really about the transition after all? What if this transition is really about transformation? My transformation? A stripping away of the old, and ushering in of the new? Excruciating growing pains. My loving Father inviting me yet again to follow Him in FAITH?
Me, kicking and screaming like a toddler who doesn't yet want to leave the ice cream shoppe. He, like the good Father that He is, reaching down, picking me up and carrying me, until exhausted I stop kicking, I stop screaming, and at last, I are ready to let go of my will and surrender to His.
Hard Surrender. A Long Time in Coming Surrender. Not a One Time and It's Done Surrender. But Sweet Surrender.
Perhaps, it is in these moments - these moments of Surrender - that He sets me down, takes my hand in His, and once again invites me to follow Him in the calling and places He has chosen and equipped me for long before I ever arrived here; perhaps it is in these moments - when Surrender finally comes - that I get to participate in the great exchange - exchanging my Temporal wants and needs for His
Eternal Purposes. Perhaps it is in these moments - the Not a One Time and It's Done Moment - but these times of Sweet Surrender - that I get to partner with Christ in the plan He has set out for me, using the gifts he has given me, in the timing He has ordained for me, to actually make a difference in the world.
Life begins and ends with a breath. In between, there are literally millions of breaths that we will take. Most of them ordinary, most unconscious and unnoticed and the great majority of them are unfortunately somewhat shallow.
But then there are moments in life that take our breath away - The joy of a bridegroom as he watches his bride walking down the isle, each step taken a step closer to their life together; hearing the long awaited cry of your firstborn, and your second and your third; watching a wild cottontail bunny scamper across your garden, his white tail flashing in the sunlight; the first sight of the robin's red breast appearing after a long hard winter, the sound of waves lapping the shore as seagulls fly overhead........
And then there are moments which knock the breath out of us - the call in the middle of the night that our son or daughter was just killed in a car accident; sitting across from the doctor trying to comprehend the news that we are infertile and cannot ever bear children; the sudden loss of our husband of 35 years to a heart attack, leaving us in the unexpected, unwanted place of widowhood. Hearing the words that all women dread to hear - "you have breast cancer"; or learning that we will have to live from an incurable chronic illness; or that we are dying from a terminal one; feeling that all too familiar feeling of helplessness as we draw in a series of breaths each time our child has to have another IV put in for another round of chemo as they bravely battle the big C; Or being engulfed with despair as we watch our home and all our worldly possessions going up in flames in the middle of the night, or being swept away by the tide in the aftermath of a hurricane.
This blog posts and the ones that follow are about learning to breathe again, whether you have been in the habit of unconsciously taking in a serious of shallow breaths, or you have had the breath knocked out of you.
It is about learning to deeply inhale the extraordinary gifts of God, through his Grace, admidst the otherwise ordinary days.
It is a lesson I am learning to practice in my own life, in response to battles that I am personally fighting with moments that take my breath away.
It is a lesson I HAVE to learn - just to survive on some days - and in order to thrive on others.
I am ever so grateful for the whispers of the Holy Spirit comforting me each day with the reminder to "Breathe, Just Breathe."
I pray that these writings will open up to you the "Gift of Breath" and that by so doing you will begin to experience anew the grace and mercy of God in Christ and the extraordinary gifts He has waiting for you to breathe in on ordinary days as you begin to learn to "Breathe, Just Breathe".
Shortly before my 60th birthday, I left home. It was a planned departure, carefully thought out and prepared for, but that didn't make it any easier. The morning of the move, I remember opening my eyes and thinking that this would be the last time I ever opened them to view the pale lavender walls, the cream-colored lace curtains, the joyful rabbit faces greeting me, as they had each and every morning - from the platter that hangs in a wrought iron plate rack centered over my favorite ivory-scrolled table. It would be the last time, in this house, in this home, that I would roll out of the beautiful cherrywood sleigh bed my husband and I purchased for our 20th anniversary, and step barefoot onto the oak floors I had given one final polishing a week ago. I could smell the familiar scent of coffee beans as the whir of the coffee grinder interrupted my thoughts. I walked the distance from our bedroom to the kitchen as I had thousand of times before but this time was markedly different - harder - almost impossible. I felt as if I were in the final steps of a marathon using every ounce of energy I could muster to somehow cross the finish line. Only knowing that the finish line was both the end of one race while simultaneously being the beginning of another. Each step seemed to me surreal, as if I were the observer, rather than the participant, much like watching a replay of a movie clip in slow motion. Somehow, I made it across the finish line and collapsed in my husbands arms sobbing. " I can't leave." I whispered in his ear. "Yes, you can." He whispered back. "We are leaving together." And so we did - this leaving together - crossing the finish line only to find ourselves at the start of a new journey....... And it is here on this journey that I am learning to Breathe - Just - Breathe.
I have always been impatient on trips - as a small child, and still am today, as an adult.
I was always anxious to just "get there" - and the question of "are we there yet?" that I once peppered my parents with, every few miles from the back seat of our car on family vacations, still rings loud in my ears today as I embark on each new journey in life.
When I opened my life coaching business I chose the name "Here to There" with the tag line "Journey to Joyful Living."You see, as a life coach I am all about helping my clients design and live a life they love. I made the journey myself and designed not only a interior life that reflected my values but an exterior one as well - shortly before I started helping others do it. I went from a place of being stuck and feeling purposeless to thriving and living an intentional purposeful life. There is always a gap between where we are "Here" and where we want to be "There." The purpose of life coaching is to help you identify that gap and then look at potential and possibilities for moving forward and closing that gap.
I believe in life coaching - I practice its principles in my own life, as well as using them to coach others. I have bridged huge gaps through the process of coaching and continue to identify and close more. I love the potential and possibility in a person, place or thing and I love bringing out that possibility and seeing it turn into reality.
The realization of a dream - a changed life! That is what life coaching does for someone. It did it for me and I have seen it do the same for many others!
But somehow I missed something along the way - I thought the joy was in the destination - not in the journey.
We have only three options in life - we can look back - we can look forward - or we can live in the present. Sometimes we do one or the other - sometimes we get stuck in the past and refuse to move forward, other times we are obsessed with planning and looking ahead to the future. While visiting the past and planning for the future can both be not only necessary but beneficial to our well being - neglecting to live in the present can be detrimental.
Sometimes we need to look back in order to move forward and to learn the most important lesson of all - that joy is not in the destination - but in the journey.
Join me as I share snippets of the past several years when God began to nudge my husband and I towards unfamiliar paths.
A time when I thought my life was falling apart and it was actually falling together.
A time when the death of a dream meant the birth of a new one.
A time where I am learning to breathe - Not those small shallow breaths but the slow deep inhaled breaths that bring oxygen and newness to every cell of your body.
A time where I share this beautiful mess of my life and encourage you to love and appreciate your own beautiful mess.
Come join me as I share my "journey to joyful living" and the lessons I am learning along the way.
It's been a strange kind of day. I had lunch earlier with a dear friend, who no longer lives in the same town as I do, so I cherish our get togethers all the more now. While at lunch, we were discussing how neither of us really wanted to serve "inside" the church anymore, but wanted to go "outside" its' walls to reach the lost and hurting with the love of Christ.
Later in the evening, my husband and I were sitting in our living room eating dinner, while watching the evening news. We heard someone shouting outside and at first we ignored it, thinking it was just a neighborhood kid playing around. When the shouting got louder and more insistent, we went to the window to see what was going on. We saw a woman standing outside our gate, yelling and waving a flashlight. My husband went outside first and I followed behind.
The young woman was shouting hysterically that something had happened to her dog - that he was hurt and that no one was home and she needed help. We recognized her as someone we had seen in the neighborhood and working around town, so my husband went down the road with her to check on her dog, and I stayed behind and prayed.
We live and operate a bed and breakfast off the beaten path on a long winding country road. We are grateful that The Lord has given us the resources to turn our modest home into our dream home, as well as to build a lovely bed and breakfast cottage on our property, surrounded by beautiful gardens, to offer as a place of rest and refreshment to others. There are other modest homes in the neighborhood and a sprinkling of mobile homes - some well maintained - some badly in need of repair.
When my husband returned home, the news was not good. The young woman lived in very poor conditions inside one of the mobile homes. She owned several dogs whom she dearly loved, and the one she came frantically looking for help for, had been hit by a car. She had recently lost her job and had just broken up with her boyfriend because he had been abusing her. She now had a roomate, because she was afraid to stay by herself. And tonight one of her "babies" that she had adopted from the humane society was badly injured.
She apologized for "bothering" us and for crying about her dog. As I hugged her and assured her that as a dog lover myself with a "baby" of my own, I completely understood - it seemed so inadequate.
My husband's calm compassionate demeanor, as he followed this distressed young woman home, examined her little dog, and helped her determine the best course of action to help her precious pet - all seemed so inadequate as well.
I wanted to take away her pain - all of it. The pain of possibly losing her precious "baby", the pain of poverty, the pain of suffering abuse at the hands of another. But I couldn't. My husband couldn't. We couldn't.
I wanted to pack up my extra clothes, my extra dishes, my extra sheets and blankets and bring them down to share with her. When my husband told me she had mentioned to him how beautiful she thought our bed and breakfast gardens were and how peaceful she felt when she walked by, I wanted to throw open our garden gate and tell her she could come sit in it anytime she wants.
But I can't go down the block, goods in hand and drop them off uninvited and unasked for. Still, I believe she came "shouting" at our house for a reason. Perhaps, it was just for tonight's need - comfort and help in her distress. Perhaps more. I honestly don't know how to help her, only that my heart wants to.
Later, as I pondered the obvious question out loud to my husband of "Why?" "Why did she come to our house for help?" - she doesn't know us, we aren't the nearest house - he gave me the obvious answer. "Because she saw the light on." The other houses in the neighborhood were dark - ours was shining brightly.
Yes! I want to be the house with the light on. I want to be the life with the light of Christ shining brightly. I want to offer people in distress the same love and compassion that I as a child of God have been so blessed to receive from Him through Christ.
Perhaps, we did give the woman all she wanted and for that matter all she needed from us. Perhaps it was just a start and there is more to give. I will have to trust that the same God who brought her to our home in her time of need, will show us if there is more to do. But for now, I will be thankful for the opportunity that came "shouting" tonight.
Questions for Thought:
What opportunities are "shouting" at you?
How might God be calling you to respond?