Blog Re-entry

My blog is out of my control.  I think I've fallen behind on blogger updates, and now I can't change my background, nor fonts.  I feel boxed in and nervous.  I finally was ready to blog, and it seemed like a new outfit was in order, but when I tried to change, I found I was stuck.

If you don't know, I attended a parochial school, from 1st grade though 8th grade.  Every day I wore a blue and green tartan plaid skirt (is that an oxymoron?  is tartan just another word for plaid?  now I'm really upset and nervous!!).   Everyday!  The biggest change was in 6th grade, when the girls' uniforms changed from having the top jumper bib, to just a skirt.  Ooooo... womanly!

So, now I'm feeling uniform boxed in with my blog page.  Is this the outfit I'm locked into wearing for the rest of my blog days?  Is this the font!!?  The font is like shoes.  Having to wear the same shoes, day after day.  Arrgggh!!!  I can't change my font?!?! There are a few generic font choices at the top of this page, but none that make me feel special!

I'm so sad.  I'm blog suffocating. 

I was able to change the picture on the my page.  That made me happy.  That is a picture of Sequoia Lake, when I was on a day hike with some friends.  June, 2011.  It was a very rainy day, quite unusual for June.  Yvonne and I were sitting there, having our simple picnic lunches.  Soft and quiet.  Lovely day.  One of those moments.

Maybe I'll blog again tomorrow.  When I come down from my ledge. 

Be Amazed - so far

2012.... so far.....

I was amazed by the Sedona sunrise
and
the Sedona night sky.
At this moment, I'm recalling both,
and again, I'm amazed.

My life friendship with Cathy
continues to amaze me.
Within 6 weeks, we made
it happen in Santa Cruz
and in Sedona!
Brandi Carlile,
Peachie,
Michael and Alex.
Times were amazing.

I felt amazing love and connection.
I met my nephew's birth mother,
and I felt so blessed and fortunate to
have the opportunity to feel that type of
connection with a stranger/non-stranger.
She made a remarkably brave decision,
at a tender age.
We benefitted. Our family.
I love her for doing that.
My heart heated up and swelled as soon as
my eyes saw her, and I knew "that is her."
Thank you, Marie.
You are amazing.

I was an amazing teacher last week (except for
the incident with the student seizure - ain't no big deal).
I taught writing.
I TAUGHT hard.
I got results.
I got kids to give me results.
We were worn out, but proud.
They wrote amazing essays.
Step back, and be amazed.

I got into the water, and I am guarded, protected,
and my faith is growing.
People are coming to me.
I am blending oils and creams and potions and faith.
I am MAKING amazing.
I'm trying not to look so amazed.

2012 - be amazed.

okay.

2012 - Amaze

 I wish I'd invented this

I love each and every one of the thoughts on it.  I've printed out a copy of it, on some very cool brown stock paper.  I plan on placing it somewhere in my home, as a reminder to love the sentiments each day.   Let's play!

My initials are GW -    Go Places  Wonder           

What do your initials tell you to do?

OR.... new game.....

Go Places

Imagine

Never Quit

Amaze Yourself

I had already decided that my 2012 root word would be "amaze"

Be amazing

Be amazed

Recognize others and their amazing qualities

Notice things that are quietly amazing 

Be in search of amazing

Create amazements

I think amaze feels like a straight shot of oxygen.

It will blind you, then insist you look again.

It will keep you awake at night,

and giggle behind your back.

I wish I had a Z in my name.