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Monday’s Random Thought: April – National Poetry Month April 3, 2017

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I was informed over the weekend that April celebrates National Poetry Month. (Thank you Cynthia.) Found this out after I began a new morning ritual of creating a daily poem. So today, I will pull from the archives. This is from a decade ago, I believe. Inspiration on an afternoon walk, attending a writing retreat on Whidbey Island.

 

Flowers For Sale $5

It reminds me of Lucy’s psychiatrist stand

In the Charles Schultz comic strip where HELP

Is offered for 5 cents.

Sitting on a country road, speed limit 40

Sits a purple flower stand guarded by trust and a sign

Flowers 4 Sale, $5

Set on the side of a busy country road, speed limit 40.

 

Hi, I’m Jenny Gwinn McGlothern, Certified Transformational Master Life Coach, Retreat Leader, Writer, Teacher and Seeker. As founder of my retreat business, Mama Needs A Refill, LLC, one way I know I fill my cup is by showing up to a blank page to write. Thank you for stopping by and reading my Random Monday Thoughts, because I will be honest that fills my cup too, knowing others are reading my filled page. Life is too short to blog about anything else unless it touches my heart. Please know I appreciate you joining me on this journey whether you visit every week since I began in 2009 or this is your first blog stop.

 

Curious about becoming a life coach or upleveling your life? I am a co-facilitator at Seattle Life Coach Training. The program is transformative, the experience more life giving than words can describe, www.slctseattle.com.

 

Interested in life or spiritual coaching (individuals and couples) or want to learn more about my retreats in Seattle, please find me on FaceBook, www.FaceBook.com/MamaNeedsARefill or visit my website: www.mamaneedsarefill.com. Holding sack lunch mini-retreats since 2009. Next one February 3rd, contact Jenny, 206 255 0463, to reserve you spot.

 

Monday’s Random Thought: The Bud of Possibility March 21, 2016

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The calendar says spring has sprung. The blossoms in my yard knew this a few weeks ago. It is the tight buds on my Weeping Crab Apple tree that draw in my attention. It is not their full pink blossoms soon to adorn the tree it is the unwound bud of hope that has my heart. I have been watching the buds all over the neighborhood and it is the unopened ones that make me smile even more than the ones who have already opened up fully.

Hi,  I’m Jenny Gwinn McGlothern, Certified Transformational Master Life Coach, Retreat Leader and Writer. As founder of my retreat business, Mama Needs A Refill, LLC, one way I know I fill my cup is by showing up to a blank page to write. Thank you for stopping by and reading my Random Monday Thoughts, because I will be honest that fills my cup too, knowing others are reading my filled page. Life is too short to blog about anything else unless it touches my heart. Please know I appreciate you joining me on this journey whether you visit every week since I began in 2008 or this is your first blog stop.

Interested in life or spiritual coaching or want to learn more about my retreats in Seattle, please find me on FaceBook, www.FaceBook.com/MamaNeedsARefill or visit my website: www.mamaneedsarefill.com)

 

 

Monday’s Random Thought: Blossoming March 9, 2015

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Here in the Northwest Spring has sprung. This has us Seattleites both worried and elated. Crocus and camellia buds have opened and are already withered and fallen on the grass. Cherry blossoms in February. Daffodils in March. It has come fast these heralds of Spring leaving us all perplexed. Will we never see snow again? What will this say of summer?

With the concern comes joy. What a delight to be greeted by the bright sunny face of a morning daffodil or playful pink tulip. I had no idea I lived near so many Apple and Cherry Blossoms trees. Flowers line the streets reminding us of possibility. Blossoming trees encouraging us to remember the power of hope.

We are like flowers and budding trees. We have our seasons where we are under ground and then our time when we are called out by the light to come out and play. Sometimes that time is unexpected and unplanned. Just like the Spring flowers are not questioning their early presence we should not question when we are called out to shine.

If you are feeling the nudge to come out and shine, there is never a wrong season. The nudge is invitation enough. Like the flowers are meant to blossom, so are we, in our own way, with our own gifts. Shine on, I say. Come out and play. Share your natural gifts with the world. Blossom forth. Chances are when we blossom forth, others will follow. And what a colorful bouquet that is, indeed.

Jenny Gwinn McGlothern is a Certified Transformational Master Life Coach, Retreat Leader and Writer. As founder of Mama Needs A Refill, LLC, she is passionate about all people, not just mamas, receiving an authentic physical, mental, emotional, spiritual refill. She says, “One cannot pour from an empty cup,” and offers her clients the possibility and power of pouring for themselves, first. She is also co-facilitator at Seattle Life Coach Training (www.seattlelifecoachtraining.com), where the school “trains to transform lives.” You can find her on FaceBook, http://www.FaceBook.com/MamaNeedsARefill or visit her website: http://www.mamaneedsarefill.com)

 

Monday’s Random Thought: Polarities June 30, 2014

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I wonder if a flower ever gets worn out from being beautiful all the time or if a dog ever gets overwhelmed from constantly being perky and attentive to his owner’s every move?

Probably not. Flowers and dogs seem to give, give, give. Both radiating joy without much need of anything in return except for some water, food and a bit of attention. Even without much attention they share their beauty and love with the world. No questions asked, they share their gifts with the world willingly.

Completely the opposite of humans. The thing is we aren’t like flowers or dogs because when all we do is shine bright and wag our tails for others it catches up with us draining our well dry. When we give, give, give we become overwhelmed, exhausted to the point of confusion, spent. Then there is the whole issue of humans not feeling worthy to receive leaving their needs to be put on hold due to feelings of guilt and a basic discomfort from being the recipient.

When we humans recognize the undeniable value of receiving and realize that the feelings of unworthiness and guilt are only blocking us from really seeing the beauty of the rose and experience the unconditional love of a four footed friend.

Jenny Gwinn McGlothern is a Certified Transformational Master Life Coach, Retreat Leader and Writer. She is also a co-facilitator at Seattle Life Coach Training (www.seattlelifecoachtraining.com) You can find her on FaceBook, http://www.FaceBook.com/MamaNeedsARefill or visit her website: http://www.mamaneedsarefill.com

 

April Showers Bring May Flowers by J.G. McGlothern May 1, 2009

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On this May Day I offer some flower poetry I wrote not too long ago…

Flowers For Sale $5

It reminds me of Lucy’s psychiatrist stand

In the Charles Schultz comic strip where HELP

Is offered for 5 cents.

Sitting on a country road, speed limit 40

Sits a purple flower stand guarded by trust and a sign

Flowers 4 Sale, $5

Set on the side of a busy country road, speed limit 40.

 

19 Tulips

 

A grey day in November

We plant 20 bulbs

In our neighborhood traffic circle

Her 5-year-old hands dig deep into the earth

“Mama, when will they grow big?”

“In the spring,” I tell her.

 

A white day in January

Neighbors build a 10-foot snowman in the traffic circle

We walk past

Stop and admire

“Mama, will the snowman crush our tulip bulbs?’

“They are safe underground,” I tell her.

 

A bright day in March

We play outside in the sun

Her 5-year-old feet pedal past the traffic circle

I notice the new growth

“Look honey,” I holler.  “What do you see?”

“Are those our tulips?”

“Yes,” I tell her.  “Yes.”

 

We watch them sprout

Bud, pop, stand tall

Red and radiant

Beacons of color

 

For a month we stop

Me, her, and little brother

Count 19

They greet us as we go by

On our way home from the library

Going to church

Coming home from the store, swim lessons or school

We wait for them to open

 

A grey day in April, the Saturday before Easter

She goes on a walk with daddy

When she sees the traffic circle

She runs home to me

“Mama, there are only 4 left.”

 

I dash up the street

Tulip leaves lay on the dirt

A lone tulip bulb lies in the street

Hacked to the ground

15 missing

4 remain

Open, radiant

 

Mortified

I hug her close

 

“Mama, who did this?”

“I don’t know.” I tell her.  “I don’t know.”

 

“Mama. Why did they do this?”

“I don’t know.” I tell her.  “I don’t know.”

 

I let my tears fall

I curse the air

Now it is time to plant a different seed.

 

“Next time we will plant more.” I tell her.

 “We can plant enough for everybody,” she tells me.

“We can plant 100.”

 

May Day by J.G. McGlothern

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As a child, on the first of May my best friend Jill Nelson and I made May flower baskets out of construction paper and delivered them to neighbor’s front porches.  We pulled blue bells, daffodils, tulips and sometimes dandelions from our yards and stuffed them into our hand-made baskets.  All Nancy Drew and sneaky like, we’d ring a door bell and run like hell. Neighbors would open their doors to a surprise of blossoms.  Jill and I would be giggling in the bushes.

This morning before school, I got out the construction paper and sent the kids out to the yard to pick flowers.  They wrote and colored, picked and stuffed, creating sweet, simple May Day baskets.  They delivered them all Pink Panther and sneaky like, ringing door bells and giggling in the bushes.

Of course I hope my children pass on this tradition if they should become parents.  In the current age of cell phones, Face Book, all rush-rush and go-go I’m trying to hang on to a bit of the past.  The part that made me smile.  As my children run home elated from their flower deliveries my heart fills with joy.  A joy grounded in the past but full of hope for my children’s future.