Five Minute Friday: Listen

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(Yes, it is not Friday but I spent these five minutes writing about ‘Listen’ anyways.)

Ears twitching, shifting front to back, searching for details in the sound in a tentative manner.
An acquired skill that requires attention and practice for many.

I often decide to simply sit and listen, to nature or silence, when I need to relax. Even in silence there are faint sounds. Hums, distant rings, air or creeks and cracks of the house adjusting. Isn’t it interesting how differently one person to the next hear silence? I do feel that certain types of silence can be quite frightening. I am also infuriated and/or sadened when given the ‘silent treatment’ as opposed to talking and acknowledged listening.

I am working on active listening with my toddler. She seems to listen better and have more positive actions when I get down to her level, look in her eyes and repeat what I heard her say followed by what I need her to do and why. This is actually effective during mild meltdowns!
We tried sign language before she started talking. What a great concentration skill for those of us who don’t need it as our primary communication.

My favorite things to listen to are my daughter talking with toys while playing by herself, rain, ocean waves, wind in the trees and birds. I also have to say a Spanish guitar.

Those are my Five Minutes on the prompt “Listen”.
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/

https://bubblemomentpages.wordpress.com/2013/05/31/five-minute-friday-imagine/

 https://bubblemomentpages.wordpress.com/2013/06/15/daily-prompt-s…in-in-the-rain/

 https://bubblemomentpages.wordpress.com/2013/06/19/beauty-in-hesitation/

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Five Minute Friday: Imagine

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Beyond the Horizon…
Over that rainbow….
The ‘what if’ of the world. That part of everyone’s mind that operates how a child thinks or plays.
Starting the day imagining…
That smell, oh my. Ah. It’s my bed.. The mattress is a warm, freshly baked loaf of bread. My bedposts are chocolate banana bread. I love that as soon as I sit up the windows of my cottage in the trees open up to singing birds, spring fresh breeze, ocean waves, a light rain shower followed by sunshine.
Ha. I imagine no war, no poverty, no abuse or racism. The world is healthy and strong.
“Imagine all the lonely people” £; Great song!!
I wonder who imagines more often. Is there some type of census or study? Does culture have much to do with it? More so left brain or right brain thinkers? And what amounts to change or a positive impact on a fraction of the world?

Imagine; no barriers of the mind, built within a mind.. Does that even make sense?

Free like a child. Innocence to imagine anything is possible, and right in front of you.
Let’s preserve the ability and joy of imagining, anything.

Those are my Five Minutes on the prompt “Imagine”.
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.

 https://bubblemomentpages.wordpress.com/2013/04/01/the-cuban-time-capsule/

Monday Motivator; I WISH I might…

one wish, or hundreds?

one wish, or hundreds?

These wishes are waiting to be formed into what is most beautiful for the ‘wishee’. Some wishes have many pieces to them. Some float around just wanting to be heard but never carried out. Some wishes are hidden in memoirs and wills. Some wishes will never be heard and others are last wishes.
I was originally planning to post a photo which speaks “wish” to me as part of a Photo Challenge here on WordPress. That obviously did not pan out, but it was a source of inspiration nonetheless.

It’s funny to me how dandelions are a symbolic tradition of making wishes when anyone that you talk to whom suffers allergies would rather wish them away.

I want to challenge people today, to make a wish on behalf of or for someone else.Think outside of the box on how to impact someone’s day, life or thinking process. Then simply, Make a Wish.
Make it and blow it into anothers’ world.

I was originally along the thought process of carrying out a wish or dream for another person. Then I was thinking that might get much more difficult to conduct successfully; or maybe not.
It depends on you!

THINK…Who needs some time to themselves? Maybe take them to your favourite place. Maybe watch their children for an hour.
Get a gift certificate for an experience that a friend has always wanted to try.
Help to brainstorm on that next business venture or book idea.
Be a mediator in a difficult conversation; wishing towards a relationship renewal.
Research, then pass it on.
Pray for someone.

Wishes are endless and don’t have to be expensive or larger than life. Open your heart to someone and give a wish.

My wishes are for wealth, health and success in my life and for my family and friends;…. to be vague and larger than life.
Lately, my front-runner wish, that I can share, is to have the confidence and some type of support service to import my blog to Bluehost.

What is your wish?

 

http://suzie81.wordpress.com/2013/05/23/acts-of-kindness/

Monday Motivator; Let’s Party like it’s 1989

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Or 69, 78, 99…
It is officially ‘May 2 4’ weekend in Canada. This is a time that marks the beginning of warm nights, patio catch up and camping with friends and anyone who ends up at your site.

I, on the other hand, have not celebrated this holiday in that way for many years. Now all I can think is “will the fireworks display and it’s cheering onlookers being performed across the street wake up my baby”. Am I uptight?
I feel I have just gotten caught up in schedules and being the responsible mother. I haven’t focused much on being me; all sides of me. It’s not just that, some things feel like more of a hassle; like if there’s excessive travel time or if nothing is guaranteed.
Who out there feels this is going on in their lives?
I say we just let go, within adult reason, and roll with the punches in a more carefree manner.

How often do we give up an opportunity to listen to that part of ourselves that wants a bit of what we had?
How often do you catch yourself holding back?
Why? I’ve said it before; everything in moderation. In each stage of life we change, adapt, grow and hopefully become better versions of ourselves. So, why do many mothers hold back.

‘Back in the day’ I would get a phone call asking to go away for the weekend and have my bag packed then leave all within 20 minutes. ‘Back in the day’ I would put all my house cleaning on hold for days to go check out a concert, have lunch with a friend, spend hours walking with my camera and some music or read a book under a tree in the park.
‘Back in the day’ always seems to refer to a time of no rules, letting loose and a time with more unconventional options to experience. ‘Back in the day’ should reflect 2 weeks ago, not a century! That’s not how it works though is it. Some things should stay back in the day. Those 80’s haircuts and clothes, for example.

I’m going to take this day and run with it. It’s okay if my daughter breaks her routine to experience fireworks. Having wine on a Monday, Wednesday or Sunday afternoon is the ‘r’ in relaxation.

Let’s live now. Not yesterday! Let’s teach our children what true happiness looks like.
I’m easy-going; ‘then talk the talk’. I’ll try anything once; ‘well walk the walk’.
Always wondered about a nightly event; go check it out. Try something out of your comfort zone.

I’d love to hear what you tried!! No matter how simple, it’s all good!

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?

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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