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There is Freedom In…

    I am in LOVE with this time of year.  I love it so much.  For me, Fall is about freedom. Throughout the year I put [almost] impossible expectations on myself.  Telling myself that I must live to “my” expectations. But the problem was– it was hard for me to distinguish who’s expectations they were. For a few months, I have been blocked creatively.  I don’t know if it was due to all the changes that happened in my life this year (because believe me, there were a lot), and my mind was just tired of it all. Perhaps, writing wasn’t enough for me this time. I was blocked and stuck (and secretly miserable). Could it be homeschooling?  Or the perceived pressure I felt when my baby’s first birthday came a long. I don’t know. What I do know, is that when I was able to really dust off my camera, and take some pictures that I enjoyed– the pressure to produce was reduced and I was able to create. And I felt it again. I felt the simple joy of doing what it is that I like to do. I can feel this freedom surround me in the simple things that I do now. I am able to dance more, since I’ve finally found my rhythm in my schedule.  It’s not perfect, and I’m sure it won’t stay the same, but I’m going to sail this ship until I can’t sail it anymore.   Play is the work for children they say, but it is the work for this adult as well.  I can easily get caught...

9/11 Never Forget

  Every generation has a date in history that they will never forget.  For two generations before us it was Dec. 7th, for our generation, it is Sept. 11, 2001.  It doesn’t matter how many years have passed, it is the same for most of us.  We remember, we cannot forget, and there are times during this day that we cannot stop looking up at the sky. My prayers goes out to families who have lost their loved ones on this day, and every day after this tragic event.  My prayers are with the service men and women who signed up to defend our country on all fronts, and those who made the ultimate sacrifice doing so....

Life Is Discpline

A blank statement at best, but for me these simple words are the key to who we are. Throughout our lives, we go through series of stages, we walk away from some events with no marks, and sometimes we walk away with a battle scar. But none the less, we go through them, and somehow we live to tell the tale. However, what ever we do in life, we [hopefully] understand that throughout our life we are either disciplining ourselves or others. For example, I watch my son practice walking. I watch him and see his determination. He falls down–a lot, but then he gets right back up and tries again, and again, until he’s made some progress. He doesn’t stop, even when he fails, he gets right back up and keeps trying. There is something innate in him that tells him, no matter how many times he falls, he must get back up and try again. This is who we are as humans. We learn through failure. But, it is through this failure that we must learn how to discipline ourselves in order to succeed. When my son grows older, like his sister, he’ll learn what is acceptable behavior and what is not. But as a parent, I must know when to stop. I must learn to discipline myself while I’m disciplining. If I over do it, then he and my daughter will feel constrained. If I don’t discipline them enough, then their life will be lacking boundaries. It is this narrow path that we, as people must walk on. Trying to eat healthy, starting a new workout...

Logical

Happy Wednesday everyone! I’ve had this song in my iTunes for the longest, and I am so surprised that I haven’t shared it with you yet! This song is called The Logical Song, written and composed by Roger Hodgson. For some reason, I find it fitting to share it when everyone is getting prepared for the back to school rush. There is something classic about this song, about our transition from childhood to adult hood. How everything was magical and wonderful when we were young, but as we grew up, we seemed to to have lost that magic eye and has been replaced by reality. Every now and then, I hope we don’t forget to look at things through a child’s eye, and really do remember that our children are children–once, and before they are bogged down the realities of this world, they should be able to enjoy their youth. If we are wise, we will enjoy them enjoying their youth as well. I hope you enjoy this song as much as I do....

Forgotten Beauty

{Source}   I’ve passed this building at least a hundred times.  Always looking up, and wondering, “What’s inside?” There are a lot of buildings like that here in Coney Island.  There is a vibrant history that is dormant, and hidden behind buildings with old names and stories that have long been forgotten. Every once in a while, when we have a moment, we’ll stop and look. I feel like that now that I am older, I can come to appreciate the history that exists in this area. Take for example the Theatre.  Many moons ago, it was once called Lowes, and even before that it was a real operating Theatre.  The art work inside is just amazing, and also vaguely sad. See video below to look inside. I say sad because even though the building itself is a landmark, the inside is not.  So if a developer (and trust me there are plenty) is interested, they can destroy the inside to do what they want with it. I know that every area and neighborhood has a history, and it does change.  But, it’s sad to see that there is living history present but the story cannot be told, or it is forgotten. I hope that soon, America’s Playground can not only seen for what it currently is, but when we walk down these streets, are walking among buildings who have been around since the easy 1900s, and they have an amazing story to tell. Is there a vibrant history where you live?...

Building Positive Memories

  A few weeks ago, I wrote about to putting our best foot forward, but somehow I could not stop thinking about how I wanted to be remembered. On my way to church, I kept saying to myself, if this is my last day, how would others remember me?  My children?  My spouse? It’s a scary concept to think about (at least for me), but it’s a concept that will at some point cross everyone’s mind. Everyday, we are reminded that nothing in life is guaranteed, except death.  So even though we know not the day nor the hour, we still end up living like we have a tomorrow. But again, how will I be remembered?  Earlier this year, I committed myself to my one word, and every day I strive to make good on my promise to myself. Even though I had goals attached to that word, it didn’t occur to me about the how my mindful actions would affect my family. The Yelling Mama  ~ I tend not to raise my voice anymore.  I simply state what I was expect.  If it’s not heeded, my daughter know there is a consequence.  Impatient Mama ~ Counting has been my best friend this year.  It’s amazing how much you can be calmed down by numbers. Accepting Mama ~ I tell myself that this will pass. Appreciative Mama ~ Most importantly, I enjoy the small things. Grateful Mama ~ No one’s job is easy, and everyone should be acknowledged for what they do well. These days, in everything that I do, I ask myself,  Is this how I want to be remembered?  and  Did...
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