Positivity

Anticipation is a big part of life. Sometimes it lifts us up, sometimes it weighs us down, and sometimes, it makes our minds jump far ahead of where we are…

Sometimes we ruminate on thoughts that simply aren’t true, aren’t productive and aren’t kind. We would never speak to a friend this way, so why…

When you read, “thoughts become things,” what comes to mind? Let’s picture it. When you awakened this morning, what was your first thought? Was it positive? Maybe it was thanks for another day or a wish that you would make good decisions or maybe it was thoughts about all you had…

Looking forward to something, like a trip, a visit, or even a simple daily routine, like walking the dog, can brighten our days. The joy of anticipation gives us a reason to get up, to smile, and to carry on with the ordinary things we don’t particularly enjoy, like washing dishes or folding laundry…

As the leaves fall, the trees become bare, and a few apples hang stubbornly on my apple tree; ebony crows sit watchful on the fence row. I, too, have hung stubbornly to the tree, resisting change. In the last few evening hours before Daylight Savings…

I have always been very fortunate with health, so I am not complaining at all, but it was a bit of a shock to receive not so positive news. I had travelled all over the world, much of it on my own, and loved it. So when I found that travel, as I knew it, would be difficult, it felt like the beginning of the end…

Have you pondered, dear one, what comes after goodbye? What waits in the wings when it’s your time to fly? If you’re over sixty, or older than that, No doubt you’ve posed questions in many a chat.You’ve been to funerals, more recent this year,And now you wonder, through memories and tears: What’s next for me? […]

I’ve been thinking a lot about anticipation lately. That feeling of looking forward to something just around the corner. A visit with friends, a trip, a change of season, even the first coffee of the morning. Anticipation is what pulls us into the future with curiosity and purpose…

Every morning, I find myself negotiating with the simplest routines. Why is it so hard to do what I know is good for me? Instead, I play a game. I bargain with my electric toothbrush. I bought it years ago after breast surgery, when it was difficult to lift my arms and brush well. It turns out…

The world is a canvas, wide open and new,
And the paintbrush, dear friends, is inside of you.
Each thought that you think, each feeling you send,
Loops back around, for there is no true end…