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Monday’s Random Thought: Food for Thought July 29, 2013

Filed under: From The Heart,Observation — heartwriter @ 9:04 pm
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Our negative thoughts about ourselves are more damaging than anything we can digest.

My belief is that if we tell ourselves that we are unworthy, undeserving, too dumb, too short, too fat, not good enough in any way by a simple thought, that is far more damaging than eating high fructose corn syrup.

There is all this talk about eating organic, eating too much sugar, etc, etc, and yes, I get it. But the thoughts we tell ourselves and believe are far more debilitating than any amount of sugar or pesticides.

Nutritionists and avid label readers may argue this one against me.

I have seen far more damage and destruction from they way we think about ourselves then from eating white sugar or swallowing plastic.

Exaggeration? Dramatic? But perhaps it has you thinking about what you breathe in today.


Monday’s Random Thought: Speak and Listen and Speak and Listen Again July 22, 2013

Filed under: From The Heart — heartwriter @ 5:14 pm
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I have the honor of officiating a wedding next weekend. A duty I do not take lightly. I pour a lot of energy into my preparation. I will be thinking about it, writing and rewriting the ceremony, meditating and praying for the couple and for the details to be taken care of and fully anticipating, all week long.

I warned my family today, “I will have a lot on my mind this week and may seem preoccupied and focused, just know that I am preparing for the wedding body, mind and soul. I will need help and patience and I will do my best to be present.“

I will be breathing it in and surrendering the details to God. I will have moments of forgetting to surrender, so I will wig out, then I will come back and let go again.

As I spoke my words to my family they acknowledged my need to go within, to check out at times and my need for their cooperation and pitching in around the house.

There have been many times when I check out without explaining. That’s when assumptions are made. Hubby often checks out on Sunday nights, talking to himself about his week’s plan, going through his responsibilities. When he reminds me of this, I don’t assume I have done something wrong or that he is mad, I know that he is just quiet and that is what he needs. And if I am not sure and don’t understand his quietness, I ask.

The couple I will be marrying do not share the same first language. When they communicate they may not share the same words but they share what is even more important, commitment, desire and patience. I see the fact that they come from different language backgrounds as a gift, as a great advantage, for it takes away the natural inclination to assume. They search for words together, they engage deeply.

My hubby and I share the same first language and often don’t understand each other or don’t “hear” the other. We often disengage when we are not “hearing” the other.

The times I’ve met the engaged couple there is a deep commitment that yes comes from their love for each other. And with that love comes patience, kindness and a willingness to hang in there even when we are misunderstood.

This whole communication thing is something I don’t take lightly. Speaking to my hubby, children, friends and all those I value relationships with takes a commitment. With that commitment comes the willingness to listen, to hang in there in moments of confusion and to not only pour my energy into it but to pour it with love.

by J.G. McGlothern


Monday’s Random Thought: Pick it or Kick it? July 15, 2013

Filed under: From The Heart — heartwriter @ 8:51 pm
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Driving my kids to swim team practice this morning, we needed a reframe. Little drama going out the front door and now in the car was a new moment. An opportunity to shift and readjust. Time to leave the harried moment on the front porch and create a new moment with new feelings, attitudes and energy.

I turned on the radio. “Pick it or Kick it?”, I inquired. We have been playing this game for four summers now on our drive to the pool. When a song comes on the radio, we take a vote to keep it or to switch the channel to a different song.

Simple rules: Want it, say “Pick”. Don’t want it, say “Kick it”. Majority rules. Driver has veto power.

When Same Love by Macklemore came on, no need for a vote. I cranked the volume.

We are trying to learn the lyrics and sing along. We are getting there, even though his rap tempo is probably always going to be too fast for me. But my little rappers in the backseat are picking it up easily. Just took a little practice.

“Love is patient, love is kind……love is patient, love is kind”, the words repeat at the end of the song. Only today, for the first time, after hearing them everyday at least twice, did I really hear them.

Love. Is. Patient. Love. Is. Kind.

That is how we got out of the morning drama so quickly and were able to transition to fun and laughter, by being patient and by being kind. We have had this morning drama before, we have gotten good at it.

But through practice, trying it again and again, we will continue to get good at picking patience and love and kindness and kicking the drama to the curb.

by J.G. McGlothern


Monday’s Random Thought: Every Breath July 8, 2013

Filed under: From The Heart — heartwriter @ 8:39 pm
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Driving home yesterday with my 11 year old daughter, a Police classic came on the radio. As I listened to the words, “every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take, I’ll be watching you,” I didn’t think of an old boyfriend or get all nostalgic about the past.

I was in the moment. I was aware of the bright sun, the silence between me and my daughter and the music on the radio. I was holding my breath and she was smiling sweetly out the window.

“Do you know who this is?”, I asked my girl, now big enough to sit in the passenger seat.

“Yep, the Police, your first concert.”

“Yep.” Must have mentioned it before. More than once.

Behind my sunglasses I was all teary. Was it the song? Or was it that I was struck by the fact that with every breath she takes she is growing up, becoming a young woman, not needing me as much. As I write that last sentence, tears come again. A whole day later. So it must be the later.

And she is.

She is becoming more and more of the person she was put here to be and it is an honor to watch, a joy to dance beside her.

Our bond is not breaking. It is deepening. And I know I won’t always feel this. Our bond will change as
she does. As we both do.

With every step she fills my heart, breaks it a little, then fills it again.

With every move I learn more and more about this beautiful girl. And as I step out of the way more and more I see who she is, who she is becoming and that simply takes my breath away.



Monday’s Random Thought: Life July 1, 2013

Dandelions poke through the cracks,
a warm breeze tries to cool my hot back.

Sitting in a new space, doing this writing life
I am aware of the possibility around me.

Where is there possibility in your life today?

Mine is sitting before me, learning this new laptop, drinking coffee in a new place, listening to the sounds of unfamiliar voices. The birds even chirp differently here.

All good. All full of new possibility.