941. The gift of eating lunch alone today, which gives me rare time to myself to read. Number 942 below is what I read that moved me and stayed with me all day.
942. Rebel magazine's Letter from the Publisher, Mar/Apr 2012 Issue. This is a brand new magazine in Phoenix targeted at men, but I find that I enjoy nearly every page, advertisements and all. It's all about making the world a better place by starting with yourself and what you give. Check it out at www.rebelmagazine.com
Change is fostered when we, you and me, decide we want to make a difference. It's a decision we come to live with, or I suppose, more artfully stated, one we can't live without. It isn't rooted in perfection and cannot wait until one gets it right. It is Now. And lives within a leap of FAITH.
Funny thing is... when we peel away the layers, cultural labels and political affiliations we've assumed due to social class, education, religion or birthright, we are, at our essence, the same. We are part of the human condition, even half a world apart. We understand heartache, dreams and worldly desires, we've felt the sting of bad decisions or the empowerment of overcoming personal fears, the blinding light of love when it visits and empties our souls. We've shared in birth and death, and recognize there's beauty in it all.
So rebel is a magazine for us. People like you and me, who despite our best efforts don't always get it right, aren't the funniest in the room, the smartest, sexiest or most adept - we recognize and accept only, that we can do more. Be more. More caring. Loving to those we may not understand. More accountable to ourselves and others, more of who we were meant to be, before we gave up or reluctantly gave in. Because when I can be more of me, I think you can be more of you. Who knows... we might even start to get "REAL."
So rebel is a magazine? No. It's more than that. It's a movement, or a mission; maybe it's a question. A collective of voices that have plenty to say and more to do. We are storytellers, and standing stage right, we are actors, preparing for a part with no end, because it is not yet written.
So rebels, unite and join us in the opportunity to, in some small way, change the world. But we must start by first allowing ourselves to be changed. That, my friend, is an occurrence of the heart and cannot stop to consider the head. The heart is the best of who we are - it's our truth, and when we let it guide our way, we are better served, and so is the world in which we live.
Michael Kelley
michael@rebelmagaine.com
Co-founder/Publisher
943. Making a dinner that surprised Andy (and honestly, me too!) by actually looking and tasting amazing. The delight on his face as he ate made me giddy:) Balsamic Chicken and Pears with whole wheat garlic olive oil couscous and french cut green beans.
944. Get well poster courtesy of girl scouts and a gift from us for a friend recovering from post breast cancer reconstructive surgery.
945. Picking up another Daisy for the meeting tonight and hearing her and Lily talk, laugh, and read to each other in the backseat.
946. Emmy, my little ball of fidgety non-stop energy, falling asleep without a movement tucked under my arm in her rocking chair tonight.
947. The delicious simplicity of peanut butter and jelly with blackberry jam - indulged in a few decadent knife-fulls as I made lunches tonight for tomorrow.
948. A beautiful blog shared on Facebook tonight, a post that made reminded me about what it means to be a mom and to have a mom in the midst of our worlds technology and drive to do more, be more, at all costs: http://powerofmoms.com/2012/04/your-children-want-you/.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Start #1: Gifts 934...
Joy Dare
Three Gifts Budding/Blooming
934. My mother-in-law budding during a long walk this morning after the slumber of her first chapter after retirement.
935. The beautiful blossoming of Spring in the desert.
936. The beautiful tulips of the Netherlands that a friend shared in an email slide show today and that I hope to one day see for myself.
937. Recognizing within myself that I am awakening to spirituality.
938. In N Out Burger, so bad yet so good.
939. The gift that going out to dinner gives - no dishes to clean up after the kids are in bed.
940. Getting to hug Tonya Soules and receiving relief after our hour of therapy with her for Lily and our family.
Three Gifts Budding/Blooming
934. My mother-in-law budding during a long walk this morning after the slumber of her first chapter after retirement.
935. The beautiful blossoming of Spring in the desert.
936. The beautiful tulips of the Netherlands that a friend shared in an email slide show today and that I hope to one day see for myself.
937. Recognizing within myself that I am awakening to spirituality.
938. In N Out Burger, so bad yet so good.
939. The gift that going out to dinner gives - no dishes to clean up after the kids are in bed.
940. Getting to hug Tonya Soules and receiving relief after our hour of therapy with her for Lily and our family.
Monday, April 9, 2012
Start #1: Gifts 923...
Joy Dare
A Gift Hiding, Held, and Heard
923. Money hiding away for a summer trip.
924. Goldie the little stuffed yellow chick and Posy the big stuffed pink chick that both the girls asked me to hold for them yesterday - not just hold, but cradle like a newborn - and the smile it brought them both to see me care for their little animals just as they do.
925. Hearing my husband tell me that he loves me so much.
926. Waking up after a full night of rest, the first in well over a week.
927. Making it through yet another difficult morning knowing we have only one more to go until our appointment with Tonya the Occupational Therapist.
928. New snacks from Sprouts in the cabinet after a quick trip tonight.
929. The pristine, white Easter Lilies from Rose yesterday that are showing above the screen behind the computer as I type.
930. Standing outside talking with the neighbors and a friend in the late afternoon setting sun, listening to the kids playing, looking down at Lily looking up at me with her arms wrapped around my waist, petting Molly on the head as she brushes by, tail wagging behind her.
931. Soft kisses and giggles shared with Andy in the kitchen.
932. One leftover orange-vanilla cupcake for dessert.
933. A beautiful, thoughtful, heart filled card in the mail from a friend - "And if every way is closed before you, the secret one will show a secret path no other eyes have seen." Rumi
A Gift Hiding, Held, and Heard
923. Money hiding away for a summer trip.
924. Goldie the little stuffed yellow chick and Posy the big stuffed pink chick that both the girls asked me to hold for them yesterday - not just hold, but cradle like a newborn - and the smile it brought them both to see me care for their little animals just as they do.
925. Hearing my husband tell me that he loves me so much.
926. Waking up after a full night of rest, the first in well over a week.
927. Making it through yet another difficult morning knowing we have only one more to go until our appointment with Tonya the Occupational Therapist.
928. New snacks from Sprouts in the cabinet after a quick trip tonight.
929. The pristine, white Easter Lilies from Rose yesterday that are showing above the screen behind the computer as I type.
930. Standing outside talking with the neighbors and a friend in the late afternoon setting sun, listening to the kids playing, looking down at Lily looking up at me with her arms wrapped around my waist, petting Molly on the head as she brushes by, tail wagging behind her.
931. Soft kisses and giggles shared with Andy in the kitchen.
932. One leftover orange-vanilla cupcake for dessert.
933. A beautiful, thoughtful, heart filled card in the mail from a friend - "And if every way is closed before you, the secret one will show a secret path no other eyes have seen." Rumi
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Start #1: Gifts 916...
Joy Dare
Three Gifts at 11:00am, 2:00pm, and 6:00pm
I LOVED this joy dare. It really helped me to be aware, in the moment today, and was easier to appreciate the little things and be lifted at these moments.
916. 11:00am; A little girl at my office for the first time, cute as can be; the flower in her hair bigger than she. Itsy, bitsy, little legs and teeny, tiny sandals; the light in her face so bright, and the smile on my face so big for seeing her hop into my office to say hi.
917. 2:00pm; Talking wellness at work and having a partner to create a plan and delivery.
918. 6:00pm; Sitting down together as a family to eat dinner after a rushed day and evening, smiles all around for non-threatening fried rice and eggs.
919. People in my life who listen to me when I need it.
920. A friend seeking the support she needs right now to make it through a difficult time.
921. Safety and close calls, arm still intact.
922. Gathering with friends to talk and laugh.
Three Gifts at 11:00am, 2:00pm, and 6:00pm
I LOVED this joy dare. It really helped me to be aware, in the moment today, and was easier to appreciate the little things and be lifted at these moments.
916. 11:00am; A little girl at my office for the first time, cute as can be; the flower in her hair bigger than she. Itsy, bitsy, little legs and teeny, tiny sandals; the light in her face so bright, and the smile on my face so big for seeing her hop into my office to say hi.
917. 2:00pm; Talking wellness at work and having a partner to create a plan and delivery.
918. 6:00pm; Sitting down together as a family to eat dinner after a rushed day and evening, smiles all around for non-threatening fried rice and eggs.
919. People in my life who listen to me when I need it.
920. A friend seeking the support she needs right now to make it through a difficult time.
921. Safety and close calls, arm still intact.
922. Gathering with friends to talk and laugh.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Start #1: Gifts 907...
Joy Dare
Three Gifts in His Word
907. Reflection
908. Giving
909. Hope
910. A very dear friend has cleared some karma and has been given the keys to unlock the door to more clearing - changes she has waited half a lifetime for. I am grateful to her healers who have aided her in discovery.
911. Thankful for two quiet hours to be able to finish gathering our tax documents together, just in time.
912. Thankful for taking a step back and encouraging our kids to express their feelings in moments of difficulty this evening; it's incredible to be able to listen to their perspective.
913. Surprise packages in the mail. Thank you to Mom and Dad for still sending treats in the mail for all to enjoy!
914. Getting to help Lily with her first Internet research project on seals.
915. Neighbors looking out for one another, spreading the word on potential danger and awareness.
Three Gifts in His Word
907. Reflection
908. Giving
909. Hope
910. A very dear friend has cleared some karma and has been given the keys to unlock the door to more clearing - changes she has waited half a lifetime for. I am grateful to her healers who have aided her in discovery.
911. Thankful for two quiet hours to be able to finish gathering our tax documents together, just in time.
912. Thankful for taking a step back and encouraging our kids to express their feelings in moments of difficulty this evening; it's incredible to be able to listen to their perspective.
913. Surprise packages in the mail. Thank you to Mom and Dad for still sending treats in the mail for all to enjoy!
914. Getting to help Lily with her first Internet research project on seals.
915. Neighbors looking out for one another, spreading the word on potential danger and awareness.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Start #1: Gifts 898...
Joy Dare
Three Gifts Surprisingly Found
898. The gift of finding surprise savings at the grocery store today. Saved $28 off our regular weekly cost and found vitamins for half off that I've never seen at that huge of a discount before.
899. Surprisingly found our friend's wedding ring at our house this evening after she visited. She is a massage therapist and was here to help Andy, but to find this left behind on our table somehow made me feel the comfort she might feel in being here.
900. Surprised that I have found 900 gifts and counting in this experience of 1000 gifts.
901. Dr. Teal's Lavender Epsom Salts. Two baths taken in our house with that in one night left for a soothingly scented bathroom and bedroom.
902. Andy trusting in his healing and indulging in a lavender epsom salt soak. It's so refreshing and a gift to us all to see him taking care of himself while he's under care of Remember Massage's healing hands.
903. Thanks to my washing machine for still working, enduring load after load, despite the horrendous noises it has been making.
904. The first of our pale pink delicate desert flower blossoms in our very own front yard.
905. New life. Was lucky enough and see 12-week and 3-day old ultrasound photos today of a dear coworker, and my neighbor scheduled to deliver in May looking so radiant and healthy tonight awaiting her third baby boy in may.
906. Flexibility at work. Brings me peace of mind in the midst of the craze of trying to fulfill all the responsibilities in my life.
Three Gifts Surprisingly Found
898. The gift of finding surprise savings at the grocery store today. Saved $28 off our regular weekly cost and found vitamins for half off that I've never seen at that huge of a discount before.
899. Surprisingly found our friend's wedding ring at our house this evening after she visited. She is a massage therapist and was here to help Andy, but to find this left behind on our table somehow made me feel the comfort she might feel in being here.
900. Surprised that I have found 900 gifts and counting in this experience of 1000 gifts.
901. Dr. Teal's Lavender Epsom Salts. Two baths taken in our house with that in one night left for a soothingly scented bathroom and bedroom.
902. Andy trusting in his healing and indulging in a lavender epsom salt soak. It's so refreshing and a gift to us all to see him taking care of himself while he's under care of Remember Massage's healing hands.
903. Thanks to my washing machine for still working, enduring load after load, despite the horrendous noises it has been making.
904. The first of our pale pink delicate desert flower blossoms in our very own front yard.
905. New life. Was lucky enough and see 12-week and 3-day old ultrasound photos today of a dear coworker, and my neighbor scheduled to deliver in May looking so radiant and healthy tonight awaiting her third baby boy in may.
906. Flexibility at work. Brings me peace of mind in the midst of the craze of trying to fulfill all the responsibilities in my life.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Start #1: Gifts 889...
889. Rearranging our front room to create a place for us all to exercise, reiki, relax, read, talk, with a sacred place to write, desk next to the window. Ahhhh.
890. Tears of sadness, prompting me to think more deeply about the why behind the difficulty our family faces with SPD, uncovering the positivity that's begging to surface.
891. The urgency in Emmy's body to dance to whatever beat it encounters, the girl just can't help herself.
892. Having two bins of 4T clothes in the garage that used to be Lily's and will now be Emmy's, just in time for her already outgrowing her size 3T.
893. Watching the delicious Under a Tuscan Sun while sorting said bins last night, dreaming of Italy and waking in a life of risks taken, life and love experienced.
894. Lily and I laughing so hard at each other, faces hurting from smiling so wide, and chests heaving out of breath at a plain old-fashioned game of tag at the park after dinner.
895. Parmesan cauliflower in the oven. Yum, devoured 3/4 of the sheet pan by myself!
896. A warm, comforting embrace in the middle of doing the evening dishes.
897. The healing that bubbles up from my heart while giving thanks.
890. Tears of sadness, prompting me to think more deeply about the why behind the difficulty our family faces with SPD, uncovering the positivity that's begging to surface.
891. The urgency in Emmy's body to dance to whatever beat it encounters, the girl just can't help herself.
892. Having two bins of 4T clothes in the garage that used to be Lily's and will now be Emmy's, just in time for her already outgrowing her size 3T.
893. Watching the delicious Under a Tuscan Sun while sorting said bins last night, dreaming of Italy and waking in a life of risks taken, life and love experienced.
894. Lily and I laughing so hard at each other, faces hurting from smiling so wide, and chests heaving out of breath at a plain old-fashioned game of tag at the park after dinner.
895. Parmesan cauliflower in the oven. Yum, devoured 3/4 of the sheet pan by myself!
896. A warm, comforting embrace in the middle of doing the evening dishes.
897. The healing that bubbles up from my heart while giving thanks.
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