dear Richard

Dear Richard,

I’ve recently accomplished something great, and I wanted to share it with you. You inspire people to do more than they ever though possible ~ maybe you have a gift or maybe you saw it in yourself first, that we don’t have to stay where we are / in fact we can take active steps toward where we want to be by simply deciding to change.

I did that. I’m sure tat I overlooked a lot of my small accomplishments but I reached a milestone that I cannot ignore, and the more it soaks in the I did it the better I feel ~ and the more I want to do!

About a month ago I was talking to a friend about you. I told him that you have one of the most positive attitudes and I realize that you’re so loved because you love so many. . . I never had a weight problem, I’m a child of the 70’s; but you touched me way back when and have had a spot in my heart ever since.

with thanks and love,
DeAnne

ps. I passed the LEED CI exam so really I should sign my name DeAnne Thomas, LEED AP :)

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the laws of physics

If you’ve ever wondered how sturdy those metal brackets are that they sell so that you can hang planters over your balcony/deck rail you are not alone and not without good reason.

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after noticing that my herbs were growing in more of a cascading style than an upright I tried a number of different fence type options to decided that a metal fence would be best, well wouldn’t you know that target had them on clearance. . . we’ve had weeks of rain . . . so I add the new fences to my window box not only to hold the plants up but also to add a little detail to it. so far so good. then my cat, the notorious climber decides to take in the view from a little higher up, I don’t pay him too much mind because he does this sort of thing all the time.

from the kitchen window I see the cat, then I hear my daughter say “no Murray” followed by a loud thud and the sound of metal hitting a hard surface, I look to see Murr balancing and I look down to see lots of dirt and my herbs laying like casualties four stories below in the neighboring condo’s stair.

I cleaned up the mess. I removed the drain tray that catches excess water. I decided against the metal fences. I bent back the bracket and used twine to tie the window box to the rail. I’m thankful that Murray did not fall with the planter. and I know that my initial hesitation was not completely out of line; but every time I walk into the kitchen I look with hesitation to see if my herbs are still there or if they have fallen pray to the laws of physics.

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it can happen

a chain of events that takes you some place new that all started the moment you wake up. it has happened, to me. by no means perfect but there has been so much progress in regards to my internal well being. I can’t say that I’m all happy because I damaged some things that may never be the same again; but I feel peace and that is so much better than the torture that I had come to know so well.

in the worst way possible I had become my worst enemy and that fueled the fire of an emotional addiction to which I had become a slave. right there in plain sight was the most horrible of monsters and when asked to describe it I froze, I realized that it was me. in the wake of such an epiphany I’m still haunted by said demons but the battles end in my favor. I pray that this war will soon end.

I’m getting to know faith. that probably sounds foolish but I am 37 years old and have had very little faith in most things, I do up and to a point but then there’s a barrier. I have to tell you while it feels great to be rid of it it’s scary, petrifying actually. I’m so wide open right now that it could be devastating but I know where I’ve placed myself and I’m in good hands and my heart is a fertile ground for love to grow, love for me even. yes, love for even me.

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it’s been too long

and really there has been a whole lot going on in my life but little by way of measurable progress; all I can say is that I’m working on it.  I miss blogging, I miss being able to express what’s on my mind, I promise that I’m coming back.

  • so I’ve come to the conclusion that logging on from my work computer takes way too long, don’t know why but it does ~ another reason I’m considering migrating to another host (any suggestions).
  • wordcamp was really cool and I wish that I had been feeling 100% because I could have walked away with so much more.  I’m thankful for all of those who took a journalistic stance on it, I will be checking your blogs.
  • this guy there, Micha, said that influence is reaching one person:  I was influenced by an instructor say in ooh 1995, he’s no longer with us but his words still stay in my mind, I wrote about it.  yesterday the most amazing thing happened, someone googled Timmy J. Bookout, and we shared a moment, maybe not the same moment but we were both once again touched by the influence of a very great man.
  • my little cousin is all grown up and WOW is she a dynamo, I mean a real go getter and it makes me smile.  all I can say is Britt, keep it moving but learn to chill.
  • my daughter planted seeds from a red bell pepper I was chopping, the sprouted.
  • I’ve been too preoccupied or down to study or to take care of a lot of stuff that I need to take care of, hence this far from eloquent post.
  • I’ve learned and I can’t say this loud enough: Ladies, it’s not what he says, take notice of what he does, even in the darkest moments it will give you much better insight to his intentions.

well I’ve just been given word that I will soon be distracted if I don’t hurry up and put some food in my mouth soon my right to lunch will be taken away from me, gotta love the life . . . (okay, that is not an honest statement, in fact I’m feeling quite the opposite; but like I said I’m working on it)

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internal turmoil

I’m fighting the urge to write

about how I want to make my life perfect

because then I’ll have the fulfillment that I so desperately seek.

As if accentuating all my natural attributes will somehow make me sparkle more;

as if professional recognition will validate my worthiness;

and financial independence will indicate that I am baggage free.

My mind constantly seeks to be distracted

because it doesn’t like the thoughts that are circulating;

but those aren’t the thoughts that count.

I’ve got dueling distractions;

frivolous and extra harsh.

I’m avoiding what’s written,

what’s been called out

and even acknowledged.

I know there’s a problem but I can’t see how to fix it.

it’s me

but then it isn’t

why can’t I just allow it

why can’t I just be it

like a knock to the head that flips an internal switch

I just want to be happy

I’m tired of being lonely

and no amount of distractions seems to make that feeling go away.

I’m sick of thinking it and writing it

I don’t want to share

I just want it to happen

because I’m not happy

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