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Monday’s Random Thought: Fear Factor August 26, 2013

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Before going to bed last night, hubby and I had a decision to discuss. He wanted my thoughts on a choice he has to make. A choice that affects the whole family. At the end of our talk, we both agreed we needed a little more information and that we should sleep on it.

When I woke up this morning, I had one big thought floating in my brain,”Don’t make your decision based on fear.” I felt it strongly in my bones. I found hubby in the kitchen and shared my thought. He agreed.

So all morning, that has been on my mind. Choosing out of fear. Lots of times, I deal with my children based on my fear of how I think they will respond. That hurts everyone. I decide to do something all around the notion of how I fear they will react.

Facing fear is loaded with unknowns. But unknowns that don’t even exist. Today, a grey Monday, before my first cup of coffee has even cooled, I vow to myself to choose with love not fear. To step into the unknown with faith, not doubt and with all the hope in the world. When I do that I am breathing and not holding my breath. Living. Living unafraid.


Monday’s Random Thought: Embracing Change August 19, 2013

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My boy who is a creature of habit and fears any change or adjustment came to me in January stating,”Mama, even though I will miss everyone, I am ready to change schools, it is just a cold prickly every day and I am ready for something new.”

So we checked out other schools, put our name on the list and waited.

The call came unexpectedly, on the last day of school in June. We were fifth on the list and didn’t think there was a chance at this popular school.

The shift of embracing this change has taken on a gradual effect since that call in June. We have gone from,”I can always go back it I don’t like the new school to, I can’t wait to start my new school.”

Three weeks ago friends were asking me if my son was “excited” about the new school and at that time that wasn’t the description of where he was feeling. But he was feeling ready and open, curious and calm. Today, he is excited.

We received the name of his teacher and learned that the name of her class is the spider clan.
My son hates spiders. He told us just this morning,”I am going to tell my new teacher when I meet her next week that I don’t like spiders but that I am ready to face my fear.”

Pretty cool that a nine year old can articulate his need for change and willingness to face his fears. I know lots of folks, decades older, who refuse to change let alone acknowledge their fears.

My son is my example. My inspiration. This little creature in my life with a crazy big heart.


Monday’s Random Thought: Move Over August 12, 2013

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Sometimes life is a series of adjustments. One plan, derailed. New plan emerges.

Husband took vacation early and is home today. I love that he is home, who wouldn’t love that right? I have been missing him and not seeing enough of him lately.

But he is messing with my plans for the day. Upsetting my apple cart. Doing things I am not use to. Happy to be home, showing his authentic self, not the reserved, grumpy, focused work self. And his authentic, loving, big hearted self takes up space, good space of course, but space I hadn’t made room for today.

So I breathe. Readjust. Am grateful. I make room and get right back on track even if the train is now heading in a new direction.

J.G. McGlothern


Monday’s Random Thought: Saturday Love August 5, 2013

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The first tears of Saturday morning came right at the middle of the National Anthem. It was the All City Dive Meet, which my youngest child was a participant. The young singer of the Anthem had me with her sweet, innocent country twang. I don’t even think it was the words as much as it was her voice that brought tears to my eyes.

Within the hour my second round of tears brushed my eyes softly when my son took his second round of dives for the competition. It wasn’t his diving. It was my friend sitting next to me, rubbing up against my shoulder leaning over and saying,” He is not even my son and I’m crying.” I looked at her tear filled eyes. My son and this friend have always had a special bond. She is having major surgery this Monday morning as I type this and the combination of little kids standing on their own at the edge of the diving board, knowing the battle my friend is fighting against cancer, knowing her big heart, remembering how much my son loves her, all of it, started round two of tears.

Round three wasn’t when my son received his medal it was just before, when I looked over and saw him linked arm in arm with his buddies as they cheered each other on receiving their ribbons.

I am a crier. I embrace it. I don’t hide it. I consider it a gift.

The next round was just after 1 PM. My mother and I were wedding guests. The wedding couple attend our church and have been together for twenty years. They demonstrate love with their big giving hearts to everyone they encounter. I don’t know many couples who are as loving as they are, to each other and to those they meet. So round three started with the music and the two of them walking down the aisle together. But it wasn’t the music. It wasn’t the fact that I cry at every wedding I attend. It wasn’t their love being recognized by the state of Washington as they said, I DO, not as two women in love, but as two people who already walk the path of true commitment and love.

It was all of the above. It was the voices singing, the piano playing, the love on the attendants faces, (all sisters to the brides), it was the filled boat with friends and family of the beautiful couple, the ninety year old mother of one of the brides saying a blessing, it was the poetry, the sun coming out at the Kiss of Peace, it was learning that that is where H and P met, 20 years ago, in church, during the Kiss of Peace. It was the colors in the air, the words in the wind, the love in everyone’s hearts.

Tears are energy. Tears are Holy Spirit. And I was feeling Spirit that afternoon. God was touching me all day. That whole Saturday. Round six and seven came singing Happy Together by the Turtles as the newly wedded couple walked back down the aisle. Round eight came during one of the love filled toasts. Nine was dancing to The Pointer Sisters with my 81 year old mother.

Tears are expressions of God. Big Love wrapped up in a small salty tear.

I have lost count of how many times my eyes filled up that day. But it was a good thing. I needed the soft touch of the Holy Spirit to be present in the rest of my day as I learned during the ceremony my husband was with his mother in the hospital.

The Holy Spirit is always with us. Even if you don’t believe in Her or Him. She is there. He shows up and never leaves. But it is when we are open to the Almighty Power and Love of God that are eyes fill up. If you are a crier that is. And if you are not a crier you express your Divinity within in your own God given beautiful way.

Us criers don’t want you to feel bad for us, hand us a tissue or feel awkward in our presence. This is just what we do. Our eyes fill up when we feel and there is nothing we can do to stop it.

It isn’t anything to be ashamed of, to hide, to mock, to condemn. It is a release needing to move through us. You are the vessel of Love Energy spilling forth, be it through tears, a smile, a gentle word, a tight embrace. Your own unique God Given expression of love..

To you criers out there, I say wear your tears proudly. Take off your sunglasses, let the snot come pouring out. Be it round one or round two for the day, the week, the month, it doesn’t matter. It’s just love ready to jump out of your skin and you are the lucky vessel holder of the salty expression.

by J.G. McGlothern