Tuesday, November 18, 2014

I have a 'Pocketful of Sunshine' . . .


"Take me away, a secret place
A sweet escape, take me away . . . "

- Pocketful of Sunshine , Natasha Bedingfield



Yep, this space...
feels like a secret place, early upon the dawn
at the first sign of life
when the darkness turns to light,
and out of blindness comes sight.

As you are reading this,
I AM here,
with friends,
braving the cold
not just because I can
but because I have to

this place IS my stillness
my peace
my calm...

my sweet escape from the chaos of life
my center in the unevenness

in this space everything is right
everything is good, and sooo many possibilities exist























{KK 411 & 99}


THIS, is my pocketful of sunshine
that I carry around in my soul.

So thankful for this!

Love, Kim


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Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Thankfulness . . . it changes everything


"If you want to turn your life around, try thankfulness.
It will change your life mightily." - Gerald Good


It is amazing how this gratitude thing works. 
I mean it's not like it's a secret or anything,
 and I might even dare to call myself a pretty grateful person,
BUT boy,
life sure has a way of showing up and saying . . . 

LOOK AT ME!

It can be so easy to become idle in our own problems
that we temporarily can't see the all the connections.

It's all too easy when things seem so hard,
to get caught up in attitude instead of gratitude, 
with the latter setting us free. 

And that's exactly what happened last Friday.
After an extremely stressful week I was in great need of
a change of scenery, a different perspective . . . 

...some gratitude instead of attitude.

(all with a little help from my friends)

We started out meeting at our sunrise spot, and then moved on to coffee, 
with a side of instagram, to the nearest Starbucks. It's quickly becoming
our "Friday" spot.

I brought along a little project, a random act of kindness project,
which all by itself was good for the soul.
(maybe more on that later?)

And then, we hear this deep rumbling noise and people are looking out the window
and when we ask what's going on they tell us that a military helicopter is landing
in the parking lot - for reals?

Without hesitation, the entire place leaves their belongings to check it out.
We find out that two more are on their way, arriving in 15 minutes. We dash back 
to our cars and fetch our cameras in record time and anxiously await their arrival.
By now, we have learned that this is part of a Veterans Day event over the next four days.

We were there among only a handful of people, right there, front row
while they landed the next two in the parking lot with precision.


{KK Pinit8}


This lovely woman was waiving to her husband who was flying in this Cobra (if I remember correctly) that was borrowed from the flight museum.



...and here he is setting 'er down.


 And when you practically have the entire place to yourself, you just might decide to lay down in the parking lot...why not, right?


And then you may ask if she could look your way . . . and you get a great big smile!


And while down low to the ground, with this new found perspective (because it's not very
often that I lay down in front of military helicopters I tell ya) you get this awestruck wave of
emotion, gratitude, because everything else seems a little bigger, and you feel a little smaller in
matters of the world. You have an immense appreciation for those willing to sacrifice everything
when the cards are put on the table . . . for you, and for me . . . for all of us.



A deep sense of gratitude for their service, both my own family members and strangers. I have relatives that fought in the Revolutionary and Civil wars, World War I and World War II, and one that has had 3 or 4 tours in Iraq. Some, never made it back home. I also have a strong Quaker heritage and although they were opposed to war, it didn't stop them from providing aid. In fact, the Battle of Brandywine was fought on and around our (Mendenhall) family farm and they used their teams to haul cannon and supplies to aid Generals Washington and LaFayette. And they often provided medical care for the wounded of the battles. 


After some camera talk, a hand shake of thanks and a hug, I noticed the reflection in his glasses and he was such a good sport letting me move him to just the right place to get the helicopter in his glasses. I got his email so that I could send him a copy.


...and when I wasn't looking, this little experience DID turn my week around,
mightily!!

I honor, and thank you for your service!

{My post from yesterday at FOL - Focus on Gratitude}

Love, Kim






Tuesday, October 28, 2014

It's perspective I guess . . .


"Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music."
- George Carlin


Or perhaps if it appears you are aiming your camera at nothing....waiving it around in the air 
like you just don't care. Only the reality....it couldn't be further from the truth.

{KK re-entry}

Sometimes you may appear insane because they not only can't hear the music, but are unaware
that it sounds like musical chairs. Just when you think you're getting your groove on, the music stops, and comes back on with a different beat.


It makes it quite difficult to keep up with life when it feels like there is so much inconsistency.



Except of course, when a dragonfly tries to slow it way down by hovering right in front of you and you can hear the fluttering of his wings - which is music enough to your ears.



The past few weeks have been busy, incredibly busy.

There was our second annual get together for Focusing on Life in Galveston and all but one were able to make it! I haven't been feeling well for weeks, high pollen counts and trouble breathing. My boy hasn't been able to make it to his scheduled infusions so there was an impromptu appointment to the hospital. There has been bible study and booster club meetings and Friday night lights on the sidelines and editing marathons (although I'm now nearly 3 weeks behind) and one of those was Homecoming. Throw into the mix a lack of sleep and you have a bonafide (and emotional) mess. In fact, I had a meltdown in the infusion room last week...first time ever.

I'm in serious need of a pocket of solitude, and some sleep.

So it's possible that to anyone standing at a distance, not able to hear what I hear . . . I may appear insane. But please know that I've done my best to keep dancing even when I couldn't hear the music.

I'm so hoping that I will be able to get back to this space not only on a regular basis, but filled with the things only stillness can bring.

Have a wonderful day,
Love, Kim

** Oh, and P.S - I have a short read over at Focusing on Life today, as it's my day and I would love for you to join us!

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Tuesday, October 7, 2014

True colors . . .



But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you

- Cyndi Lauper "True Colors"


. . .yep that's why I love you, nature,
you can't help but show your true colors

Whether it's the subtle colors of the sunrise,




Or the way the sun shines through butterfly wings.


I love the way your color shines when reflected back into the water,




And that your colors attract butterflies to my garden.

{KK Oh My}

I love how . . . 

"Nature always wears the colors of this spirit" - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Wishing you a colorful Tuesday...
Love, Kim







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