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Memorial Day May 27, 2013

Filed under: From The Heart — heartwriter @ 5:24 pm

Heartwriter is taking the day off from Monday’s Random Thought.

May this day find you with a full and grateful heart, for this is how I feel about your readership. Thank you.

See you here next Monday.


Monday’s Random Thought: Heart Choice May 20, 2013

Filed under: From The Heart — heartwriter @ 2:57 pm
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When I decided to begin this blogging adventure in the spring of 2009, the task of picking a name for my blog came easily.

Back in 2009, making decisions easily was not natural for me. A long process usually transpired before committing to a decision. I wanted to make the “right” choice, I didn’t want to disappoint others and I just really had no idea how to decide between options. Often I stood paralyzed making no choice at all.

Before I decided to begin this blog, I had known for a very long time that I wanted to be a writer. That decision chose me.

The part I wasn’t sure of was “how” to be a writer. Taking a walk in the woods, on a writing retreat on Whidbey Island, in 2006, I asked that very question…How do I write? Near the retreat location, just down the road and through the woods there was a labyrinth made of seashells and stones meticulously set out in overgrown grass. At one time I imaged the labyrinth was easy to make out but with the tall grass covering many of the shells and stones one had to concentrate.

For those of you not sure exactly what the hell a labyrinth is, it is an intricate combination of paths in which it is difficult to find one’s way or to reach the exit. A maze of sorts. For someone like me who would freeze at the thought of making a decision, walking a labyrinth was a risk. I was alone. I couldn’t ask anyone their opinion of which path to take. The idea is to ask a question and walk the labyrinth with the intention of discovering your answer once you reach the end.

I held my question in my head, How do I become a writer, how do I write?, and began my journey through the tall grass. I hung onto my question with great anticipation, as I walked faithfully, trusting on my own wisdom about which path to take, which turn to follow. It took longer than it would have taken with mowed grass perhaps so I also had to walk with patience.

Winding my way back to the beginning of the labyrinth my heart beat faster. Part of me wanted to just jump over the grass and leave the confusing pattern of shells and rocks and just avoid the answer. What if it didn’t come after all? Then I came back to my desire. More than anything, the strongest desire within me was and still is to write.

Just two steps out of the labyrinth my answer came, From your heart. Write from your heart. This is how you will become a writer.

So simple. So clear.

That is why three later when I decided to start this blog the decision process on creating a name for the blog was clear. As clear as a white shell among blades of green grass.



Monday’s Random Thought: My Problem or His? May 13, 2013

Filed under: From The Heart,Observation — heartwriter @ 9:58 pm

Last night, out to dinner with my family, I couldn’t help but notice the patrons next to our table. It wasn’t the three children under the age of six, I found distracting. The broken glass and crying tears were totally fine. You can’t control breaking things or tears. Both natural.

I am curious as to why the distraction has stayed with me to show up in today’s blog. It MUST have something to do with me. It must have a Divine lesson for me. I just haven’t heard it yet.

Most of the meal the father was texting. He would look up from his phone to tell his children, Good manners will get you far in life, then he would go back to his phone. For all I know he had an important business deal or a sick relative in the hospital. It was none of my business. It had nothing to do with me, yet I came THIS CLOSE to saying something after he had put his phone down for the third time to say, Eat over your plate, watch your manners,  to one of his children.

Why did it bug me so? My own phone was back home but was I not paying attention to my children and husband by being distracted by this stranger? What were his actions showing me about mine? I am not sure yet, but I hope to learn.

I can be very quick to point fingers and I know very well when I do that there are three other fingers pointing right back at me.

Why do I let other’s actions ruffle me so? Why should I care about his annoying habits? His family seemed fine with it, then again, maybe that’s why something had to get broken and someone had to shed some tears…it certainly got daddy off the phone, for the moment.

If any of you readers have some wisdom to pass on to me, some words from your heart, I’d love to hear them. How do you shake off the actions of others or learn from them?

I will tell you this, I thanked my husband profusely last night for being a present husband and father and for never having to feel like I was competing for his attention with his nose buried in his phone.

Now me breaking things to get his attention, that’s a whole other story.


Monday’s Random Thought: Oh, Henry (Saying Goodbye) May 6, 2013

Filed under: From The Heart — heartwriter @ 7:10 pm
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My sister called me last week to let me know their dog Henry was declining and they would be putting him down sooner than later.

Henry has stayed with us when my sister and brother-in-law have gone on vacation. One time our son had to help Henry down our back stairs. At the ripe old age of fifteen and a half, he has been moving slowly for the past few years. But always moving with love and a sparkle in his eyes.

When I told our kids, our son spoke up with no hesitation, We have to say goodbye – I taught Henry how to walk down stairs – I love him so he can’t die without me saying goodbye.

Wednesday night the kids and I hopped in the car and drove through town, across two bridges, to say good bye to a black lab that touched our hearts deeply with his sweet soul.

Our daughter spoke her gentle words to Henry first, stroking his gray fur, still soft, just now showing more ribs than ever.

Our son, the dog whisperer, had some private time with Henry, expressing his love, honoring this precious life.

I probably wouldn’t have made the drive if our son hadn’t spoken up. I could’ve made up some lame reason not to go, like it’s a school night, blah, blah, blah. But I listened. How wise of these kids to know that life should be honored and celebrated no matter the form that life takes. Pausing in our routines to do this is vital.

We all say goodbye in our own way and each way is perfect.

As we drove back home Wednesday, Wisdom spoke from the back seat, I know Henry will live on, I know his spirit will not die, he will be with us always.