Got outside today and took a walk through my favorite part of my next door neighboring subdivision. I love their trees and walkways full of Ivy. Along my drive I walk I noticed Paperwhite Daffodils and had to pick a few for my bedroom desk. They were so white I had no idea that Daffodils could be so white and then I discovered that they are called Paperwhite Daffodils. Spent all day Friday with my best friend Mark and missed him today. I hope it is just as gorgeous on Sunday as it was today. These Daffodils sure do warm my heart up as I have suffered seasonal effective disorder and had bouts of depression this winter from all this cold weather. So ready for the warmer weather to officially be here everyday. Currently reading Let Your Life Speak and the Gratitudes (the beginning) section of the book was written and published in July of 1999 I was pregnant with my youngest daughter at the time. Nearing my third trimester. I too am listening for the voice of vocation.
I have rewritten all the essays, most of them substantially. My aim has been to create a real book not just a collection of articles about vocation, but a coherent exploration of a subject that engages many of us for the better part of our lives.
Parker J. Palmer
My book Let Your Life Speak having the full charge of the book come from the lectureship of Now I Become Myself from Warren Wilson College of Swannanoa NC and my relationship and walk with the Lord as a daycamp counselor at Ridgecrest NC is no accident. The Lord has heard and seen me and continues to be my stronghold and guide.
While reading the beginning of the book Let Your Life Speak and the Gratitudes portion it tells a synopsis of what each chapter is about. Discussing Chapter 2 it tells you that Chapter II Now I become Myself was originally given as the G.D. Davidson Lecture at Warren Wilson College in Swannanoa, North Carolina and published by the college as a pamphlet. It goes on to state that the unusual charge that accompanies the lectureship helped frame this book : reflect on your life story through the concept of vocation including lessons learned from disappointments and failures as well as successes and do so in a way that might speak to younger as well as older adults.
I have been praying really hard for an answer as to whether or not to continue to blog of and tell the story and share my feelings of mine and my daughters relationships. I have been in fervent prayer with the Lord asking him for a concrete answer somehow, someway. What really struck me is that the lectureship that helped to frame this book was written at a college in Swannanoa, NC the next little town over from Black Mountain and Ridgecrest NC where I worked as a day camp counselor at Ridgecrest Baptist Conference Center in the summer of 1990 teaching young girls a cheerleading track time and the bible. Swannanoa is a lovely little town right at the heart of Asheville NC where I spent an entire summer leading young children to the Lord. And now as I had decided to get this book to help me in my decision making as to whether or not to continue to blog of our life’s story I receive this book as a gift from a facebook family member and friend and the entire charge of the book comes directly from Warren Wislon College in Swannanoa NC the exact spot where my true walk alone with the Lord began. I feel even stronger now that the Lord is leading me to read this book and to find an answer within these pages. The Title itself Let Your Life Speak tells a story all on its own and speaks for itself as far as allowing your life to speak to others during your storytelling. I cannot believe I have been waiting to read this book and now in its opening pages I learn that the entire charge initiates from Swannanoa NC I took my youngest daughter on a trip to Ridgecrest in March of 2004 just me and her to show her to the Lord as I was struggling through the beginning stages of my divorce and wanted the Lord to see her and to spend some time alone with her. We had the best time at The Biltmore House in Asheville and we rode the horse & carriage rides throughout the land. I have some beautiful photography of us in Ridgecrest, Swannanoa, and Asheville from that trip in March of 2004. I have continuously asked the Lord why as I brought her to see you, Lord. Why have you allowed for many years of alienation and estrangement with no wrongdoing on my part ever as a mother nor as a wife. Mr. Sasser has had 20 years if there were to ever be any hint, suggestion, implication or accusation on my part as a mother and a wife and there has been NONE whatsoever as to wrongdoing of my mothering or wifely obligations so I have been left to often question the Lord as to what his true will and true purpose in my life is with this walk we have had to endure. As I continue to read my book I now know that the Lord has led me to this book and hopefully I will find an answer within its pages. It has certainly already spoke to me as I have just begun the opening lines and pages. Atleast knowing that the Lord sees and hears me is a comforting feeling. Knowing that he led Deanna to send me this book as a gift and that in its opening pages I would discover that the full charge of the book comes from Swannanoa NC a town near and dear to my heart and my walk with the Lord as a day camp counselor at Ridgecrest that summer in 1990. I hope that all our many wins in open court have been pleasing to the Lord and that I have answered a portion of my calling by leaving behind a lasting legacy for the O.C.G.A. to follow for many years to come. I have felt that I have been answering my calling. I will continue to read Let Your Life Speak and journal of my discovery on this path. Having the Lord speak to me through this book is such a warm and comforting feeling. And knowing that he hears me sets right within my heart. Now onto Chapter I, Listening to Life.
I came in the apartment to a pile of mail. And was as normal just knowing that it was allhealth information and bills. I came across a box. A box from Amazon. I was so surprised and shocked to discover that the box was a gift to me from Deanna Dennis of Turner Broadcasting. A facebook family member and friend of mine. No ordinary friend either. A very highly respected mentor of mine. It is okay to stay home on a Friday and Saturday night and do absolutely nothing. Perhaps bake some cookies or read.It is okay to stay home and bake. It is highly thought of to attend church and have a daily devotionaltime. It is okay to be alone. It is okay to blog and share with the world your feelings. It is better and nice to have empathy and humanity for the homeless and those less fortunate. It is okay to go in search of yourself. Everyday if you have to. Deanna gives me courage, strength and empowerment everyday of my life just by being herself and living a life of womanly godliness that is a super example to follow. So many days she provides support and insight into the beauty in everyday living. A mentor unlike any other and a shining example of what a true woman is and one that I strive to be more like. Deanna has taught me to Rethink things in a positive manner before acting. Doing the right thing knowing what is best for me even if I don’t like it. She has taught me to trust the process and to just keep moving forward and that the only way out is through. She keeps me healthy by reminding me to praise myself. Noticing what I did right as this is the most powerful method of growth. Through her blogs I have learned of self nurturing and how important it is and to do something that I enjoy. She has taught me to let go of self destructive relationships that cannot be fixed and to detach. She has shown me that making commitments and promising to do what is right is imperative in recovery. She has taught me not to drink to drown my sorrows. That I am so much more than this and that alcoholism can be beat and that you are still a valuable asset to life and love. Knowing as I have watched Deanna I can often times expect growth to feel uncomfortable and that if it feels awkward or difficult I am doing it right! Deanna runs in Marathons as a way of life and shines at it. I have taken her marathon running and compared it to self – nurture and self – hep in my life and have always been able to compare it to each other in some very wonderful and fulfilling ways. She has taught me to figure out what my problem is. To figure out who I am. To decide what I can and can’t control. To accept responsibility. To make anxiety my ally. To recognize that mistakes are opportunities. To compete to improve myself. To be ambitious. To be brave and take risks. To think and speak positively. On learning something new. To spend time investing in my personal growth. To smile and be courteous. She runs marathons and blogs and helps the homeless every chance she gets. Please check out her blog :http://alongrun.wordpress.com/2014/03/04/something-is-missing/I plan to read my book Let Your Life Speak by Parker J. Palmer from cover to cover and to blog of my discovery. I plan to pray about an issue haunting my life. If I should continue to blog of mine and my daughter’s life or should I give it up and leave all these emotions and feelings aside and only journal of them at home. The title itself says to Let Your Life Speak. Let Your Life SpeakIs the life I am living the same as the life that wants to live in me? With this searching question, Parker Palmer begins an insightful and moving meditation on finding one’s true calling. Let Your Life Speak is an openhearted gift to anyone who seeks to live authentically. The book’s title is a time honored Quaker admonition usually taken to mean “Let the highest truths and values guide everything you do.” But Palmer reinterprets those words, drawing on his own search for selfhood. Before you tell your life what you intend to do with it, He writes, listen for what it intends to do with you. Before you tell your life what truths and values you have decided to live up to, let your life tell you what truths you embody, what values you represent. Vocation does not come from willfulness, no matter how noble one’s intentions. It comes from listening to and accepting “true self” with its limits as well as its potentials. Sharing stories of frailty and strength, of darkness and light, Palmer shows that vocation is not a goal to be achieved but a gift to be received. As we live more deeply into the selfhood that is our birthright gift, we find not only personal fulfillment. We find communion with others and ways of serving the world’s deepest needs. Parker J. PalmerSo as I plan to read Let Your Life Speak cover to cover and word for word. I plan to make it a journaling tool in my life. Using my reading and knowledge taken from the book to share it with the world and those who so choose to continue to read my blogs and follow my life. Now that March is truly a new beginning with having my book in hand. I can now begin this new chapter thanks to Deanna. Hoping to embrace my wholeness just as Deanna does everyday and that light shines bright for all to see.
Ole Man Winter is wearing his Welcome Out.
Good Morning! A brand new month and a brand new week are upon us. These beauties are already in bloom. And have captured my heart! For with each blossom is an opportunity to grow and seek beauty. A beauty from the Lord above that knows no bounds and sets our hearts right with self and the world around us. In like a Lion out like a lamb. Is this not how the old saying about March goes? With trees and Daffodils abloom I have set my sights on a new page. Same book, new page. Loving the book I am living but needing a new Chapter to start. A fresh, white, crisp and clean page. What is there to start anew about? What is the need for a fresh page about? For me it is blogging about the relationship with my daughter. Not knowing whether or not to continue to blog of our relationship and injustice. I am at a crossroads and seem to be having great difficulty in deciding whether or not to let it be. I plan on ordering the book Let your Life Speak and journaling of my experience with this book. I hope that it will lead me to the answer. Mr. Sasser has had 20 plus years if there were to ever be any wrong doing on my behalf mentioned. No hint, no suggestion, no implication and no accusation of any wrongdoing on my behalf as a parent nor as a wife. None whatsoever. I struggle with getting past the fact of sharing my emotions with the world even though the injustice by the state has been rectified I still have a hard time not sharing these feelings of grief and loss. Ordering my book today and will hopefully have it in a couple of days. I will begin to journal and make entry of my reading just as soon as I get started with the book.
Rain is moving in for the 6 a.m. hour, says Severe Weather Team 2 meteorologist Karen Minton. Temperatures now are the warmest of the day, dropping into the 40s and 30s by this afternoon with a freeze watch in effect for tonight.
I love the person I’ve become because I fought to become her.
When I post photography or even quotes on facebook they are telling a story. The life I lead as a storyteller. I try and only post what is true to life and true to my heart. Even in the quotes and icons I share on facebook and at my Covington News blog. I try being a story teller and showing you and sharing with you my life and life’s events from day to day. I also love to have a photograph to accompany a story or a life event. The two go hand in hand very well and adorn each other with love, laughter and the joyous time you are having and the joy you are showing off by sharing your life with others. I will be the first to admit that I know exactly what it is like to not have a life. There was once upon a time where all I did was stay in my room and write correspondence to everyone I could think of regarding the injustice to me and my daughter’s. I had no life and robbed myself daily of so much joy. I still feel frightened and timid at times and try not letting myself become overwhelmed with this fit of frightfulness. Being a young single mother and going it alone it often times becomes very scary and how overwhelming it can get if you are not careful. I had to pull myself up and pull myself together not only for myself but for my son’s sake. I was fighting religiously for my daughter and at the time years ago not doing very much for myself. I have learned that you have to make time for yourself and for those you love and to let them know of your love for them. I was missing out on so much in life. I still often times hold back but have came a long way in such a short time period. Me and my son have traveled this world alone over the last few years his friendship often times being the only thing holding me together. He is still my best friend to this day. With my son, Tyler and my best friend Mark at my side I could not ask for more in life. I was able to spend this beautiful March day with both of my two favorite men and it made for a very enjoyable day. I listened while in conversation and learned a lot and hope to apply it to my life. Their words are like honey to me. Like gold. I love you guy’s and thank you for a beautiful March day!