Daily Prompt: Too big to fail

I am the type of person that can answer a question straight, but, I can also elaborate, have questions or have more than one answer. The divergent thinker in me never rests. Ask and you shall receive. My heart rests in many places.

Which leads me to the question of a prompt:
TOO BIG TO FAIL

I would like to buy a house, flip it, rent out my house and move my family to Europe (Spain) for a year. While there I would mentor photographers, work part time in galleries, cafes and anywhere that catches my eye, volunteer and go on weekend adventures around Europe with my family. While in England, I would search library archives in hopes of finding family records and spend quality time with family.
(Yes, I know it’s a mouthful. Hence why I wrote the first paragraph as a lead in)

I haven’t tried this because it is a huge risk and there are too many unknowns. Money, or lack there of. If it was just me it would be a different story. I’m not willing to involve my daughter and husband in such an unpredictable endeavour. It would also take a great deal of organized chaos. I claim to be pretty organized but, honestly, I don’t feel I would be on that grand of a scale.

I guess I’m a grown up now that I realize I can’t let myself ‘fly by the seat of my pants’.

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Five Minute Friday; Song

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A piece of the view from where my husband and I sat at the Bon Jovi concert. A fantastic date night. We had both individually wanted to go see Bon Jovi for years before we even met. Although the music wasn’t necessarily ‘our’ history, the feelings remembered and words of each favorite classic is where we meshed our love of it all. Plus, the good old 80’s has the power to connect worlds. Our song of letting loose, together, while belting out every word.

Connection, release, story….

The Sweet song sings.
I felt a song resonating through me as my long time friend and I sat reminiscing with fruity wine, hotdogs and our children happily playing in the background; yet there was no music playing. We have many tunes in which we share moments that define where we’ve been in our relationship. Can I choose just one? A stream of club mixes, jazzy soul, men of rnb and down and dirty funk string together like the sweetest spring breeze.
My being is replenished by this interaction. She is the beautiful tune that gets stuck in your head; the one you never forget the tune to and don’t mind in any mood. Only to be called ‘Pao’. It’s just right with some wine. ‘Pao’ is music to learn by. When you let it just be, song forms.

I started today with this song in my head. Does your mind bring these tunes to you subconsciously; maybe I was triggered by something in my surroundings..!?
Whatever. It’s all good…
And now I am having a dance party with my daughter. no talking. Just moving our feet to the drum beat!
Love it!
life wouldn’t be the same without music

Those are my Five Minutes on the prompt “Song”.
Every Friday The Gypsy Mama posts a word prompt. For five minutes you set the clock and write, unscripted without worry of grammar mistakes or if anyone will even read it. Just because we love to write.

www.lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/

Take a look at the link and try it out. It’s freeing and quite eye opening what comes out of a single word.

Monday Motivator; Unconditionally Family

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Portrait of you, Mum

(An image of you; part of a new photography compilation project of mine, “Portraits”)

I had plans of posting something for my Mum yesterday. I thought about it and decided that some of what I had to say could transpire into a Monday Motivator of family appreciation. A simple gesture to a family member you don’t keep in regular contact with. The value of your family name has a deeper meaning than which signature you sign. It’s a history, a story and a group of people with common traits living to make good of a bloodline.

The saying says that the Mom is the glue that keeps family together. This really is true of my Mum. She keeps everyone informed, stays in touch, plans events and consults her book for every birthday.
If you need it, she will provide. You would give your last dollar or last anything to someone if they truly needed it.
You’ve always worked hard, Mum. I remember you working, exercising, cooking from scratch, cleaning and hardly sitting down. You always try your best.
I haven’t always had you close. When divorce hits a family, everything uproots. I remember not seeing you or my brother for years. I know you feel guilty, but don’t. Life happens. It’s water under a small bridge. I don’t feel that marriages should always stay together for the sake of the children.

Family can be tricky yet some of the best medicine. Many years could pass but, with most families, the ties that bind are endless in forgiveness and unconditional love. Personally, I feel true connection and a type of duty to family; even whom I have never met. My genealogy fascinates me and defines parts of ourselves that can’t be explained otherwise.
I urge people who are the slightest bit curious about their history to do a little research. The internet makes it more manageable and accessible.

Mum, your laugh is loud and full of rawness. Your eyes not only show how deeply and frequently you laugh, but they sparkle. You tell it like it is. Your british based humor is both off the wall and charming all in the same breath. You brush your hair back off your face with your fingers to keep the shape of your style. I love how excited you get when you find a great magazine, knitting pattern or gift. You wear your heart on your sleeve a lot of the time and it makes you more beautiful. You’re known to be the worry-wort. When you tell a story, boy is it ever a story; with nothing left out.
“Dawn, David, Fred, George”; you’ll get the name right eventually.

I see more and more of myself in you as we have become great friends in our mother daughter relationship over the past years; this is a wonderful realization. It has been told to me many a time that you look much younger than you are; hopefully I also inherit that from you.

So, my Mum, I want you to know how deeply I adore and appreciate everything that you are. I wish I could heal any pain or difficulty you ever have had. You have given me all that you can and I am grateful.
It is the hardest thing to swallow; watching your parents get older. It’s hard to see them struggle, get tired. Nevertheless, I will not look away. My parents are a part of me and deserve everything I can give.
I am proud to call them family.
Mum, I love you. All my love, Dawn.

Think about what your family means to you this week. Write a letter of love; or maybe it is time for you to put water under the bridge in a certain relationship. Sure, everyone has annoyances or stories rather forgotten. Be the bigger person for the sake of next generations and living surrounded by blood relatives.
Show the value of the simple traditions within your family. Share.

I hope your family grows or reconnects today. Will it start with you?

Comfort

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Comfort food is a draw. Where do we learn this? Of course comfort food is a reminder or memory as well. A favourite part of young family life, tradition carried on.
A child draws comfort from being held.
A feeling. A touch. A smell. A voice.
A baby nozzled into their mommys’ chest; listening, the hum and beat of a heart which grew bigger when they met. A warmed pillow of safe, true love.
As an adult I haven’t grown out of wanting and needing comfort at times. Why would you want to!? A comfort in knowing you are not alone. A ground. Your personal womb-like blanket.

I feel that comfort is a powerful need in everyone’s life. The familiar, soothing comfort of a loved one, an object, a person, an embrace, food; comfort. Everyone needs it at some point. A feeling that takes over, quiets your mind and body.
That feeling that evolves from deep inside. It’s like a warm light. When the warmth fills you, then you are comforted.

I’d like to know what it really felt like as an infant to be comforted by a voice, embrace, smell and heartbeat. Euphoric, most likely.

Those are my Five Minutes on the prompt “Comfort”.
Every Friday The Gypsy Mama posts a word prompt. For five minutes you set the clock and write, unscripted without worry of grammar mistakes or if anyone will even read it. Just because we love to write.

www.lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/

Take a look at the link and try it out. It’s freeing and quite eye opening what comes out of a single word.

Monday Motivator; Friendship

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The power of friends.

To heal, to nourish, to empower, to foster dreams, to become family…
Friends can be a support system like no other. In Greys Anatomy friends are referred to as “my person”.
Well designated.

The lifespan of a friendship is a story of true partnership. A partner in crime. A partner of highs, lows and unspoken understanding. Partners of secret truths.
The kinship of a friend follows you. You could go around the world and back, but once you catch up with a friend you feel freed and content; home.
Anyone can be a friend, but to be a good friend needs a special type of attention, admiration and trust. I believe that teaching a child some key elements of being a good friend will transpire into other aspects of their character and life.
I remember, in elementary school, sending notes back and forth between my girl friends. It was an open dialect to everything; a support system. I recently saw on Pinterest a version of this ‘note passing’ idea; a notebook kept between a mother and daughter, taking turns writing notes to each other. This is beautiful in so many ways. I especially love the bonding and open communication channel aspects. Little boys could do comics if they are not into writing. How wonderful would it be to start one between a grandparent and a child!?

I used to be a better friend. I have been guilty of letting too much time pass before contacting a friend. I have spread myself too thin amongst the people who deserve more; that mean more to me. Ignorance is NOT bliss.
Moving forward I am going to work at not being complacent or neglectful.
Have you been guilty of neglecting a friendship? Getting absorbed in routine; being complacent, inattentive over time?

My friends are my rock when there’s nowhere inside of me to pull strength. A history of the person you’ve become. My husband is my greatest friend; being that laugh, voice of reason or kiss just when needed the most. My Mum has become a friend I don’t know how I’d live without. I’ve recently made a new friend that has been a breath of fresh air within the everyday mommy battle. When I was a child there was an elderly lady who lived in the same building complex. She taught me about pottery and helped me make my own, talked about how she grew up, cooked with me. If your children have similar relationships, try to keep some kind of contact with them; it is a unique relationship.
Friends help shape us. They can be the connection to experiencing living in ways you usually wouldn’t.
This type of support pushed me; pushed me to get back to a piece of myself that had been lost.

Maybe you are long overdue for some catch-up time. Don’t overlook the power of a phone call instead of today’s ways of communicating by texting, tweeting, Facebook accounts and email. Even sending a hand written letter shows that you have spent time on that person, besides being a much more personal memento of yourself. I love these retreats or cruise vacations that you see advertised for which attract groups of friends for long weekend bonding.

Let’s all celebrate our unique relationships with our friends. Today take the time to value a friend. Tell them exactly what they have made better in your life. Show them how wonderful they truly are.
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Monday Motivator; Hydrate

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The earth is changing; quickly, yet slowly.
I found myself out in nature often this weekend before, during and after the rain.

Our time in nature started at the market. Families with reusable bags in hand. Dogs smiling from ear to ear. The smell of flowers and apples fill the stalls. I love searching for local food at the market. There’s such a fulfillment and sense of awareness that fills me when frequenting our local farmers. The healthiest decision across the board; supporting local farmers, eating organically, quality time, fresh air, exercise and satisfying the senses is what you’ll find at the market. These are all forms of hydration, for me, in life.

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We most definitely got our fill of all of the above once back at home as well. As a family, we spread grass seed and transferred some plants from the front yard to the back yard. I am happy to say that we now have our patio furniture out. I am also happier to say that the deck is now safer for my active, and fast, daughter thanks to my innovative handy husband. My daughter would be happy to say that she finds worms squishy but irresistible.

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Hydration. The rain came down in trickles of nourishment. I’d like to go out there in my bare feet standing in the swampy grass and look up. It’s not quite warm enough for that yet. I can guarantee that when it is warm enough I will be sure to deliberately go for a walk in the rain armed with nothing but my daughter in hand. Once we have explored and experienced whatever her hearts desire, we will come in for warm cuddles, snacks(maybe ice cream) and a big glass of fruit smoothie.

Nourishment comes in many forms.
BUT, Hydration gives a different kind of life. It gives a cool freshness throughout every organ and cell of your body. It awakens. It renews. Hydration is like a stem or trunk; it gives the life form stability and agility. The strength to develop. The hub of new growth.

I don’t drink enough water. I believe most people don’t drink enough water.
I do have as many liquids as possible in the form of tea, fruits and sugarless juices.
Do you hydrate enough to stay agile, refreshed and strong enough to develop?
I can feel when I’ve neglected my body of its natural thirst. I get flush, have difficulty concentrating or have tight, dry skin.

My Monday Motivation this week is to pay attention to hydration. Look around at how beautiful nature is during and after a good drink of water…
The differences to our quality of life when well hydrated could be comparable to these events in nature. I am thankful for the rain we are getting for all reasons in this post.

Let’s hydrate well, consistently. Let’s pay more attention to our bodies and help children and the elderly do the same.

*Watch for an upcoming post on Drinks; Juicing and Smoothies. Of course no drink talk would be complete without a little wine mention. It’s not water but, like a lot of things, good in moderation.

Spring Treasure; Marinade

We had our first barbecue of the season last week and ribs yesterday.For our first barbecue; I marinated pork chops in a curried mango sauce. Then my husband barbecued them on low flame, to perfection. They were sooo good! I made a cream cheese and chive mashed potatoe and roasted veg.

I am always wanting to change up my marinades for steak and chicken. I’ve tried stock with different herbs, made pastes with chilis and lemon, the traditional BBQ sauce and pre-made teriyaki or souvlaki.

Why not use sauces that are usually marketed for other uses as a marinade, such as:
• Italian salad dressing(very good for steak)
• butter chicken sauce
• pasta sauce
• condensed soup
• zucchini relish
• broth with puréed sweet potatoe or other veg
Try them out.

Break out of your routine recipe box.