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Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Monday, August 31, 2009
Weekend Wrap Up - Gratitude
When I was a little girl, singing consoled me in a household fraught with anger and tension. I would close the door to my room, put on my 45's and sing. It was the one constant in my life, blocking out things that were upsetting. As young as four years old, I'd discovered singing made me happy.
When I was 50, I got a guitar and learned to play chords. Our folkdance community frequently has gatherings where we end up singing. At 57, I started taking singing lessons and began performing with a group at retirement communities. Saturday, we sang at a nursing home. It was stressful and intense getting ready for that performance, but when one resident said, "You made my day," it made it all worth while. So I'm grateful for my singing buddies, my vocal chords, and those who love music as I do.
Exhausted after the gig, my hubby and I went out for Vietnamese food, my absolute favorite ethnic cuisine (along with Thai, Italian, Mediterranean) well, I guess I like everything. But the spring rolls at Vietnamese 2000 are the best. with fresh mint, cilantro, vermacelli, shrimp and pork, served with a luscious peanut sauce. Then we went folkdancing, where I sat most of the night and folk-gabbed. I'm so grateful for the genuine "community" we have at dancing.
Sunday was mostly rest. I'm grateful for down-time.
What are you grateful for?