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47 - 6

That was the score at Nick's football game, in our favor. What I though was amazing was that during half time when the score was 30 something to 6 I saw the opposing team huddle before the game began. If you have ever played ball of some sort you know what you cry in that huddle before you go out...KILL, CRUSH, WIN...any of those kill the other team words to pump you up so you can win. Well, as this team was getting ready to go out they all yelled PLAY! I just had to smile...no real opportunity to win, but they could play. I love that!!! As the clock was winding down the team was chanting and hooting on the sidelines encouraging their team...to just Play and then play until the very end no matter the score.
So...I want to encourage you today ...whatever the score, whatever the strong and mighty opponent might have to say....PLAY..Stay in the game...don't quit...Hang in there...PLAY!!!

Balance!

Moderation, balance, harmony, peace, centeredness...amazing words, life defining values...utterly impossible :).

Well, not impossible but highly improbably in every moment of the day. BUT...there are those moments that it seems the confluence of the hectic streams of life flow evenly, balanced and in harmony and peace. Those moments are worth a pause.

This bathroom situated at the top of Whistler mountain is such a wonderful picture of those kind of moments...balance even in precarious times. It seems that we are in those times...those precarious times when the future though planned isn't quite as certain. The edge of worry breaks into every shopping trip and bank deposit...what ifs bombard the usual stream of nonsense thinking and we wonder...

I find the confluence of my streams of life meeting most consistently in peaceful moments when I dive into what is true, full of beauty and achingly simple. What brings balance to me in these moments is a Prince of Peace...true, full of beauty and achingly simple.

Whistler Surprise!

I was a speaker up at Whistler resort this past weekend. We had the afternoon free so I wandered down to the village to do some people watching. Well, I saw much more then I wanted. What you do not see in this picture clearly is that a bunch of people took all their clothes off right there by the water. They were part of a group doing strange things around the Whistler area and I guess one of the dares was being naked in the middle of the day in the middle of the square. I was rather amused that my intention for people watching became much more robust.

Naked people are normal in Papua, especially interior...well, only interior. Why is it that one culture's naked people is OK while an others is a dare...I was impressed with the apparent nonchalance at Whistler as if people undressing is all part of what goes on in the square on a Saturday afternoon.

The human body, even when you see much more then you want it is such a wonder!

Morning Mocha!

As I write, Mocha is warming my feet. I wish she would spend more time at my feet then in my hair...There isn't a day where I look at her and wonder what we were thinking when we got her. As much as she is a wonderful companion for Scott, I spend the most time with her and as much as she is cute and all that..it is the 'all that' that makes for frustrating moments.
It was my 45th birthday yesterday and as much I realize I am getting older I would rather it be less noticeable. Birthdays are like Mocha...irritating in the present but comfortable in the presence. I like having her around, she makes coming home an adventure. I don't mind getting older...the perspective is great and the confidence wonderful. It is in the daily's though...the rough and tumble of living with what we cannot do...opportunities becoming more limited. Such is Mocha...limiting but necessary. Such is aging, limiting but necessary.

Last of the 44's

This is my last week as a 44 year old. I can't remember how it is that one week I was turning 30 and now a year later I am going to be 45. So what already...It isn't that big a deal anymore to be the age I am except when Scott talks to me about having a 5 year plan and I realize that in that 5 years I will be 50.
I like being this old...it gives me so much freedom. Freedom to be who I am, wear what I like, and think what I think. I don't really have to take the opinions of those around me seriously...and I really don't have to change them. I am finally free of futile pursuits and yet...I can still dream big dreams. I can revel in the accomplishments of the kids and the company of my older husband(by 1 year). Mijo grabbed two skirts in my closet yesterday and remarked how cool they were...my mother had bought these for me in Wales when I was Mijo's age..still have them, still wear them and now..she may as well. A life time in some skirts...44 going on 45.