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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)

 

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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: Signs of Spring March 17, 2014

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Signs of spring have been here for a couple weeks now with the first offficial day of Spring just days away. The work in the fall and winter have cleared the path for little signs of life all over the place.

In November I planted eighty or so bulbs on the west and north sides of the house and in January I pruned back our giant hydrangea. Digging in the earth and cutting off the dead stuff months ago is now showing the fruits of my labor with new green shoots and little buds of life all over the yard.

We do the work then we wait. We wait and watch in wonder with open eyes and definitely with an open heart.

What have you been waiting for recently? What signs of new life are popping up in your world?

Jenny Gwinn McGlothern is a Certified Transformational Life Coach, Retreat Leader and Writer. 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.”