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An amazing morning and a Stuff Diet idea to share

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My 5 Jangle Re-entry

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A tale of floods and tornado warnings

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It’s Labour Day and I’m not going back to school tomorrow!

HappyLaborDay2 Labour Day.  This has always been a momentous day for me because it marks the end of the summer and the beginning of the school year.  It was always the day before something new began, the day before I became something that I hadn’t been before.   Let me go back a few years to the first Labour Day ever, to the first ones I remember, and to what it has come to symbolize in my life even now that I’ve retired.

Since I am, in the end, a teacher, I’ll start with a bit of history about Labour Day.

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THIS IS IT … IT’S MY 60TH BIRTHDAY

partyYou might be thinking: “What … no post today?”  and conjuring up any number of explanations in realm of: “Just how hard is this turning 60 turning out to be?”

Truth is; it’s a busy day.  As you read this my sweetie and I are likely dashing about with last minute preparations.  I’m looking forward to being surrounded by people who love me and want to share in celebrating this passage.  Will there be singing?  I hope so.  Will there be dancing?  I hope so.  I’ve no doubt at all, though, that it will be a sweet day and evening.

The last thing I’ll do before going to sleep is sit down and share what the day was actually like for me.  That would be a pleasure. 

So, if you don’t mind too much, raise a glass to me today  and drop back in some time tomorrow.

Sylvia

59 years and 51 weeks old … but who’s counting

warning turning 60Well, it’s one week until my 60th birthday.  In a year full of transitions somehow this move from my 50s into my 60s seems like a big thing to me.  The 10-year birthdays have always been significant to me.  From the time I turned 20 this has been the case.  I remember sitting at the kitchen table at my mother’s house and thinking that this was it … I would never be a teenager again.  Not that being a teenager had been a piece of cake, but it seemed better than what lay ahead.  I thought.  I actually don’t remember so much about turning 30 but turning 40 involved a fabulous party thrown by my daughter Nili with some help from her brothers.  At 50 I went on safari in Africa and climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro (even wrote about it on Journeywoman).  All of those were transitions that involved some reflection and recognition but this seems different somehow.  Why? Continue reading

Moving into a little more light

MaelstromI’ve been living in the midst of a maelstrom (a powerful circular current, usually the result of conflicting tides) for the past number of days.  The confluence of a number of things has left me with more than the usual confusion and uncertainty in my life.  Had these occurred one at a time I’m guessing I could have sorted things out more readily but surprise of surprises I don’t get to control when things happen – or what happens – and so it’s been rather an emotional pummeling for the past few days.  Let me go back about a week.

I started last week with great intentions to get a lot of work done on the theories course I’ve agreed to teach in the fall.  As the development of the resistancecourse unfolded I was aware of huge amounts of resistance to just getting the job done … and this is something that usually I don’t have to deal with.  So, me being me, I stopped to give it a lot of thought. What was really going on here?  Why was I feeling so incredibly stressed?  I was feeling so rested for a while and now I’m back to feeling exhausted.  What’s going on here???  It took several days, lots of good conversations with friends, some meditation, and more than a few drams of fine whiskey to figure it out, but I think I’m onto something really important for me.
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