Sunday, September 6, 2015

1405 INTRO TO MY INEXPERIENCED ADVENTURES INTO PARENTING Part 38

2015 More
A past encounter sets off a chain of events.  When life offers mystery, you are just the person to solve it and choose the fork in the road that frees you to kick up your heels with joy.

One person in your life has just the maddening quirks and charming idiosyncrasies to thrill and challenge you.

Simple pleasures make life great.  Your favorite person animates that.

This year inspires a change with a friendship that differs from any you've encountered before.

People you've lost touch with have reason to think about you ... Missing you ...

Saturday, September 5, 2015

1404 INTRO TO MY INEXPERIENCED ADVENTURES INTO PARENTING Part 37

2015. Horoscopic Musings

When intuition tells you something different from what the rest of the world seems to be saying, whom do you trust?

You may ask opinions of those you admire though you are well aware that they do not know your inner world a millionth as well as you do.  Trust yourself.

Just because something is difficult to understand and describe doesn't make it any less real ...
You have the smarts to brainstorm till the inexplicable makes sense to you.

The highlight of your life is learning to bring the best that experience has to offer not just to others but also to yourself.

With patience, insight into achieving balance and inner peace walk hand in hand ...

Thursday, September 3, 2015

1403 INTRO TO MY INEXPERIENCED ADVENTURES INTO PARENTING Part 36

2015
Each day, I glance up at the title of my current post and wonder if it should change to more aptly match the content; then I choose to let it be for this reason:  Sometimes, my mind reacts like the pilot of a direct flight, taking off from one location, jetting across the expanse of time until all passengers land at the same destination, safe and sound.  At other times, my mind pilots my blog and its passengers through interrelated thoughts, and as we travel, back and forth through time, that's when insight into simplifying complexity, which still puzzles me, tends to ignite.  Therefore, as we travel, back and forth, intuition is actively directing me to clarify (consciously) this fact:  Meandering is not what's happening.  What's happening is my conscious mind is engaged in absorbing a sense of depth perception that hindsight makes more readily assessable than that which had been possible in 'real' time, and thus do I come to see how 'this' is directly related to 'that', which had come before.  Each time I remember to clarify the importance of 'one change influencing another, inner conflict, concerning what to write next, resolves, freeing my whole mind to feel at ease about offering my inner pilot, who proves to be more knowledgable about intuiting which next fork in the road to choose than is true of my conscious state of mind, the freedom needed to function with the clarity that successful solution-seeking demands ...

Though, generally speaking, most flights, which touch down, here and there, pilot others where they need to go, that's not true of the auto pilot that controls the direction of each post I write.  The pilot, who directs my blog (and my life) is fully aware of where my conscious mind needs insight into hindsight in order to gain the foresight necessary to simplify emotional complexity, which had caused me to make decisions that had not offered me the freedom to be true to my deepest heart's desire at an earlier time in my life.  Thus, each time inner conflict arises, anew, concerning a heartrending decision I'd once thought necessary, which, intuition is still itching to reconsider, I seek deeper insight into this fact of life:  Life offers each of us reason to repeat the same 'lesson', again and again, until we can pinpoint the portion of a heartfelt plan, which did not work in our favor, so that once we tweak that which had interfered with achieving success, the illusive nature of that heartfelt goal and peace of mind are won, at last.

If you think that, upon awakening at 6:30, this morning, my conscious mind had a clue that intuition was about to direct my think tank to release these insights, please think again.  In truth, I'd no clue which word was about to appear on my screen until my inner pilot stopped my stylus from leaping all over the keyboard from one letter to another!  And as my conscious mind is not certain as to what intuition has directed me to clarify (though my feeling of clarity suggests that today's train of thought has successfully pulled into the station), I feel so certain of my ducks lining up in a row as to decide to publish this post without reviewing it, even once.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

1402 INTRO TO MY INEXPERIENCED ADVENTURES INTO PARENTING Part 35

2015
Amazing how much 'long distance fun' loving hearts can enjoy, many miles apart ...
Just sent four disposable cameras across the country, so my great nieces and nephew can take pictures at their little brother's birthday bash.  Then, I sent a text to their mommy asking her to ask the kids to save one snapshot, so that after their three year old brother's B/D surprise (storybook that spells out his name) arrives in two weeks, Mommy can snap a photo of her munchkin quartet, holding their special 'name' books, now that the set is complete, and once that photo is mailed to me, I'll slip it into a 4x6 frame and place it where I'm sure to see and smile at four smiling faces, every day!  When missing each other makes us feel sad, thoughts of enjoying our free-flowing, loving connection makes us feel glad!  Amazing how much 'long distance togetherness' warms hearts, separated by time and miles, when creativity comes out to play! And as I'm looking forward to enjoying a fun-in-the-sun play date with Ravi, that's all the writing time I have, today.
PS
Littlest brother, birthday boy shares his birthday with my mom, and oldest sister shares hers with my dad.  Fancy that!  When we're missing those who are loved, deeply, reasons to smile abound!  On the other hand, here's what happens when sadness or frustration causes us to stuff countless reasons to smile too deep inside:  Each time a smile, that's been repressed, tries to escape from feeling caged in a dark, gloomy place, it might slip out ... upside down!

Here are my great nieces and nephews, holding up honey sticks, like the ones I send, every now and then, to let them know that time spent with each one 'tastes' as sweet as sugar to me!

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Monday, August 31, 2015

1400 INTRO TO MY INEXPERIENCED ADVENTURES INTO PARENTING Part 33

July 2015  Setting the scene for 'my definition' of paradise:
Before one can say 'so long' to long faces, it's necessary to say hello to generosity of spirit, which depends upon cultivating attitudes based in positive focus ...

Several weeks ago,  as Angie and I sit down in one of our favorite haunts to enjoy a girls' night out, my dearest female friend seems on edge in my presence, and as this is most unusual, I ask if anything is on her mind; then, before she can respond, I feel intuition kick in, though common sense suggests listening quietly to her reply is the best way to go ...

I need to say something that's going to disappoint you ...
(No surprise, there)  So with intuition offering me an idea of what's coming, next, I respond with a smile:  Angie, whatever you need to say is going to be okay ... I'm not going to feel disappointed.

How could you know that?
I just do ... So out with it, please ...

After hemming and hawing, my friend needs encouragement to relieve her mind of worry—and once she opens up, I find myself nodding in agreement, suggesting intuition had been on target.  You see, I remember that Angie's son, Wade ( her only child), is renting a house on the Jersey shore for two weeks in August, so rather than driving to the coast to enjoy our vacation, together, in the two bedroom/two bath timeshare on the west coast (as had been our tradition for more than a decade), Angie worries over how I'll react upon about learning that she and Mark have decided to fly east to vacation with Wade and their grandkids.

Once my friend's decision is aired, I know my response will relieve Angie's mind, so my hand reaches across the table to take hers while offering this smiling reply:
Angie, weeks ago, you'd mentioned Wade renting a house on the shore, and knowing how much your grand daughters are missed, I figured you and Mark would choose to vacation east rather than west, so though I'd felt a sense of loss to see our traditional time, together, change, my sadness rebalanced with gladness for your gain—most especially because my granddaughter lives less than ten minutes away.  And, I have something to add that will wisk every drop of sadness away—Timing is on our side!

At this, Angie looks puzzled, so I go on:  This year, Steven and Celina are eager to join us in the condo, so I'd needed to say the same to you that you'd dreaded saying to me, and as timing has aligned your stars with mine, we both have reason to rejoice as one cherished tradition ends while, hopefully, another heartfelt tradition begins, and with love working its magic, all around, we can freely embrace this change, which offers our smiles reason to beam, simultaneously, suggesting that both timing and readiness are holding hands, which is not always true.

Needless to say, I didn't actually say all of that to Angie.  Once she knew that timing and readiness for change had granted her heart and mine the freedom to leap upon the same wavelength, self imposed, undeserved guilt stopped running interference with gladness as our revelations doubled our shared sense of delight.  And with that, we took turns relating our plans.

You see, our friendship of thirty-five years has shaped a history in which we've celebrated till dawn, rallied each other toward success or carried each other off battlefields, but one thing we've never done is to let the other down, and as fate has offered us, both, a coveted change at the very same time, I watch Angie's fear of disappointing me evaporate with such spontaneity that her ebullience matches mine as wine glasses klink while we toast to our lasting friendship, which always searches earnestly to simplify emotional complexity, which proves difficult to comprehend, at first.  And having added that detail, concerning lasting friendship simplifying emotional complexity, you can see why my treasured friend and I had more to celebrate than the fact that fate had timed these changes in our favor, simultaneously.

During these two weeks of family togetherness in paradise, all ten of us enjoyed down time in which new clan members were welcomed into our hearts as palm trees swaying in the breeze and cool blue waters mellow out the intense nature of every day life while we relax round a gorgeous pool or frolic at the fair or build sand castles on the beach, and the fact that our peaceful sense of togetherness is heartfelt, all around, inspires smiles to beam as naturally as each bright ray of sunlight causes us to caution each other to slather our bodies with sunscreen while sipping margaritas and umbrella'd PiƱa Coladas (once again, spell check has checked out on me!) through straws.

If you ask how all ten of us are able to swing two weeks in paradise without robbing a bank, I'll fill you in on the details of our magical plan ...

As you may remember, Barry recently purchased a spacious new home for himself, Marie and 'their' two boys, Tony (5) and Ray (4).  Though owning only (?) twelve days at our ocean view timeshare, we extended our time in paradise by accepting our eldest son's invitation to enjoy their guest suite for two days before and two days after our stay in the two bedroom, two bath condo.

During our initial weekend with Barry's family, David and his 'little brother' Brant (Big Sisters, Big Brothers ... for five years, which have flown by!) bunked on air mattress or sleeping bag in order to join in the fun.  On Sunday, Barry flipped chocolate chip pancakes for everyone, in keeping with our well-loved family tradition when, during his boyhood, I'd flipped flapjacks at the griddle, surrounded by seven growing lads, forever hungry and clowning around, three being my sons while four friends (each of whom had deemed himself to be the fourth brother) slept over every weekend (one was Angie's son, Wade), because 'the more the merrier' had been our rule of thumb—as long as the entire peanut gallery adhered to The Line Of Control, suggesting that this team of energetic young men (who'd spanned seven years apart in age) had learned to respect me as their fun-loving coach.  As to Will, his weekends had been spent engaged in emergency surgeries, basketball, football, softball, vollyball, in fact, as long as a ball was in the air, he seemed content, and with seven rambunctious mini males underfoot, that was always the case ... As for me, I'd forgotten that a leap in the air could have ended in a pirouette instead of a slam dunk, so all seemed well for many a year ... At any rate, back at Barry's griddle ...

It was soon time to clear the table of breakfast in order to ready ourselves to welcome Celina and Ravi, whom Marie, Tony and Ray have yet to meet, and so these three are on pins and needles to set off for the airport to pick up the pair, who have wisely chosen to fly.  Why?  Because an hour in the plane with a nine month old baby makes more sense than a six hour drive across the desert with Steven, who'd loaded their SUV with all of Ravi's paraphernalia (great spelling bee word!).  At any rate, the entire 'mishpaha' will be under Barry's roof by late Sunday afternoon ... Uh—wait—with the inclusion of Brant, who calls me Mom, ten plus one equals eleven ... and so here are photos of Tony and Ray, meeting their little cousin, Ravi, for the very first time, at Barry's new home, before Steven arrives with all kinds of stuff packed into his SUV, which holds everything except the kitchen sink ...



Too cute for words!
Though we've been with Barry's family many times over the past three years
The shared nature of this two week experience eliminates any left-over reserve ...
By the end of the first week, four year old Ray looks up at me with his beautiful brown, long lashed, puppy dog eyes and melts my heart as he cuddles close and asks to call me Gramma ...
By the time we leave paradise—I delight in being Gramma to all three!

Sunday, August 30, 2015

1399 INTRO TO MY INEXPERIENCED ADVENTURES INTO PARENTING Part 32

2015
Common sense suggests that
Emotional complexity is not supposed to be
Simple to understand, which is why it's necessary to
Brainstorm toward clarity before
Explanations make sense, all around

If making sense of emotional complexity proves
Challenging for adults
Imagine the intricate thought processing that
Proves necessary while an adult attempts to create
A semblance of clarity for a child, who
Has yet to comprehend that
Just as with everything of importance ...
Two sides of love exist ...
One creating joyful connection, the other loss and sadness, which
Is why adopting a positively focused attitude, concerning
Reconnection is everything
An example of simplifying emotional complexity for
A child took place, this morning ...
You see, Will and I have spent the last fourteen days in
Paradise with all our kids, and their kids, too ... Which
Explains why less of my time, over these past idyllic two weeks
Was spent writing to you while more time was spent
Enjoying that which I've worked to achieve (by way of
Keeping positive focus intact no matter what hurtle created
A detour, separating me from attaining)
My primary goal in life, and if you asked me to name that goal, I'd reply:

My primary goal is to make better use of my think tank, daily, by honing my brainstorming power of concentration until such time as heartfelt insight into deeper truth (existent within my DNA), emerges, and each time insight into deeper truth enlightens my conscious awareness, a sense of inherent wisdom, passed down through the ages, dawns on me intuitively, simplifing emotional complexity so naturally as to cause a narrow mind set to expand enough to embrace choices, which undeserved guilt had once deemed 'bad', when, in truth, these choices, misperceived as bad during childhood, allow my growing sense of emotional maturity to feel free to nurture personal needs without feeling selfish.  And though identifying and eliminating self imposed guilt had once felt impossible, my brain's innate potential to brainstorm has had sufficient practice at replacing fear of selfishness with an expansive sense of self awareness, which offers each of us endless opportunities to embrace our existential right of self empowerment, as never before.

Each time I trust my processor to work, as though all on its own, to deepen its understanding of emotional complexity in depth, I find my brain capable of communicating with such simplicity as to have won the trust of children as young as four and five years old, whose innocence depends upon adults, who have learned how to balance passion to satisfy personal need with self control.  In fact, here's an example of my having simplified emotional complexity by way of engaging in a 'heart-to-heart' with a four and five year old, whose sadness at my leaving, this morning, spoke of depths of love so profound as to have caused two pairs of great big brown puppy dog eyes to well with emotion while lumps of love, backing up in their throats, rendered them speechless ...

Setting the scene:
Two weeks ago, Will and I chose to pack so much stuff into our car (think George Carlin) that my husband was sure the doors and trunk would bounce open every time he hit the brakes, though by the time I'd finished organizing, that was not the case, and having stuffed our stuff into every nook and cranny until our sophisticated, four door sedan resembled a shinny black sausage, we squeezed into our bucket seats and backed out of our garage, aiming to leave the desert behind at its seltering worst.  Then, today, having packed ourselves into the front bucket seats of our faithful sausage on wheels, again, Will and I can be seen driving home after having enjoyed an idyllic stay in paradise with Barry, Marie, Tony, Ray, and Steven, Celina, Ravi, and David on the coast.

If nothing in life is perfect then why did these two weeks of family togetherness feel idyllic to me?  Because, from beginning to end, one primary goal remained uppermost in my mind, and my personal sense of joy has had reason to soar with fulfillment as I perceived that specific goal moving through its positively focused process of being achieved on a day to day basis, straight through to its heartfelt culmination, today, as everyone chimed in to rejoicefully proclaim these past two weeks to have provided each one with the best family vacation ... Ever!

If you ask how the idyllic aspect of these past fourteen days unfolded, one by one, culminating in the necessity to simplify emotional complexity while hugging two precious tykes, whose long faces and puppy dog eyes expressed how deeply their hearts longed not to say good bye ...
I'd reply ...