Monthly Archives: August 2012

Chicken Dance for Your Soul


I had so much fun this past weekend, I have to write about it. You know how valuable girlfriend time is, you know how much I love running, and you know how much fun a physically challenging adventure is. So, when asked, I said “Yes, I will jump in a van with 5 women I don’t know very well, and share 34 hours and 100+ miles run between the 6 of us.” It was a blast!

We chicken-danced along the highway, made a video for the “Call me Maybe” song using the porta-potties along the way as props (somehow, I will figure out how to post a video to prove our artistic talent to you), ate bags of potatoes chips, Swedish fish, and cinnamon bears, slept outside in a Church yard in broad daylight with 500 of our closest running competition, and generally laughed until we peed our pants. How old am I again?

I highly recommend finding a way to follow your hearts’ play requirement soon. It is true, I came home to an empty refrigerator, sleepy teens who had taken advantage of my absence, fur balls rolling their way around my kitchen on the un-swept floor, piles of laundry, and I was a teensy bit tired and sore still when I reported to work on Monday. But it was worth it! I have my kids 24/7. So once a year I do this race (and I did provide care for my kids- they just know how to work the system now to use my absence in their favor).

Not everyone needs to do what I did to nurture their inner spirit. You may not need to run 20 miles to get the office crap, the teenager angst, the financial stress, and the new wrinkle on your forehead out of your mind. But it worked for me.

Maybe you can:
Roadtrip to Las Vegas, Baby
Take a sick day and read a book in a coffee shop all day long while kids are at daycare/school
Go to Utah to see the colors change and the rivers flow
Sign up for an all-day pottery class at the Rec Center
Go to a yoga conference

Think of what you can do to feed that part of you, the overworked parent who is working her tail off trying to make ends meet and children behave. I am here to tell you that you can find it. Set the intention today, find a girlfriend or 5 to go on the lam with you, get it on the calendar, and do it.


Questionable Inspiration to Write



I stepped in cat puke this morning and thought of you…  How is that for a pick-up line?  It is true, I did think of you, the collective you, blog readers as well as my writing notebook and my creative life that seems to have fallen by the wayside in the last 6 months.  I just haven’t been able to think of anything original, funny, inspiring, or necessary to write about.  My thought train was “Maybe cat puke in between my toes has a lesson?  Could it possibly be funny?  I don’t think I can spin this into inspiration, or any particular sign from God.  I can’t think of any reason to write ‘cat puke on my toes’ in my gratitude journal.  I think I will continue on with my day and get the laundry going after I clean this grossness up”.

And the moment was over, again.  My moment to think deeply, consider anything, be inspired to write a piece, to say something to the world was gone.  I wanted to forget that I ever dreamed of sharing that to a wider audience.  I had nothing new to add to your day.  Then I read this quote later on:

“There are no new truths, but only truths that have not been recognized by those who have perceived them without noticing.”
-Mary McCarthy

It sounds like a merry-go-round when you first read it.  But read it again, slower.  Maybe I don’t need a pithy lesson every time I write- we have already heard everything anyway.  So…  maybe  I could just do a quick check-in and practice blogging again, sharing again with you the intricacies of the 3-legged table and its challenges and victories.  I have a hard time distinguishing the need to write vs. the need to say something that you would find worthy of reading.  I imagine that is a lot of bloggers’ dilemma.  Luckily, you have a delete button, and stop listening any time.  So I am saved by the button!

I have missed writing, and sharing the ups and downs, have missed my blogging community, and have also struggled with what is appropriate to share.  You longtime readers know that I dig deep and don’t spare gory details when it comes to heart strings being yanked in my life.  But we like it that way, don’t we??Image

So anyway, this is my start.  Cat puke between the toes- I am coming back to the blog, back to writing, back to encouraging you to step up and be courageous, be the Light in your life, be who God thinks you are: a wonderful amazing, incredible human being with so much to offer the world (that occasionally he throws cat puke in the road to startle us awake, but always means it with the best of intentions).

I have missed you.  Hope to see you soon.