Do you hear them too? I've felt as if they scream at me and say "PAY ATTENTION TO ME. GIVE ME YOUR ENERGY AND TIME!" along with the concert of other voices and areas I desire to give mySelf to, improve, turn beautiful, and invest in. 

I'm not sure when the shift happened. I imagine it began from seeds my people planted in me. It was certainly cultivated by reading Simple Abundance by Sarah Ban Breathnach decades ago and nourished through recovering from loss and adjusting expectations of how life "should look". 

At some point it happened though. Instead of being frustrated by the mess my life makes, I chose to embrace it...usually and mostly (not always). My dirty dishes means there was food for them...whoever I'm feeding. The laundry meant there were resources to clothe them and that they had a day to adventure in them.

There are parents who would give their lives so their children could dirty dishes and laundry. I know too many of these parents. Often, it's simply the progression of them moving into adulthood and they're not home to dirty your dishes...and you only see the laundry when they visit. No matter, the time is fleeting and precious....and I'm grateful for dirty dishes...and I hope to teach them well so they can wash them too, prepare good food for others and be thankful for the opportunity to commune at the table.

We have MUCH to be grateful for. I hope when you look at your sink, you can smile instead of frown. I hope you can see the pile with gratitude and maybe invite a companion near to help you...

I'd love to see your comments with pictures of your sink...

"I'm not a saint" she said through her oxygen mask, waving me off as I affirmed her impact on my Life and therefor the life of SO MANY. 

As my mom was taking her last breaths (I knew this when others couldn't acknowledge it yet), she shrugged off her Power in the world. I couldn't / wouldn't let her not know...I desperately needed her to KNOW that SHE CREATED CHANGE...she held love, unconditional love, she saw potential, she gave room for growth, she allowed suffering for us to be refined...she was a midwife through and through and allowed contractions, rest, expansion, more contraction, more rest, more expansion that facilitated the birth of something IN US, for us, but more, a Highest expression. I needed her to know her value as she released herSelf into the Story...it spoke to me of Kingdom Come. She lived her life representing Love well.

"I know you're not perfect" I said.  She also taught me a lot about Grace and forgiveness.

​How would I know to question authority and think from my mind, later to align to Big Mind? No, not perfect, but my goodness, as close as she had the capacity to be.

Isn't that our hope? To be as close to the Design? May we know our Design more...may we BE ourSelves...and make room for others to too. This last bit of her clay was given to me this week by her dear friend, a pottery sister. A treasure for me...and many...we'll never know how far reaching...

Be it ingredients in the food you eat (and prepare), the space you live in or the schedule you keep, the simpler you can make it, the more energy, love and Life force you'll have available to contribute to your passions, relationships and Good Work.

As you move through your day today, see if you can just be curious about what could be eliminated to simplify things in "your world". Try not to judge harshly or condemn, but rather, just wonder and slowly create change. It's important to let it be gradual and to trust the process. Change takes time; some edits require more time than others...your job is to simply participate well in the processes you're in.

My wish for you today is that you can delight in simple pleasures and find great joy in the healthiest parts of your life.