842 days ago I saved something to “look at later”…
I didn’t expect that it would take me this long. to get back to you little link But as interesting as the link may be… I’m FAR more interested in what day it was 842 days ago.
Let’s find out..
:Deneé Googles It:
WHOA!!!! GUYS!! IT was November 22nd 2012.
I did NOT expect that.
Huh. So I wonder what I did that day. BRB I’m going to my calendar to see what was going on then.
Yeah, nothing interesting happening. :/ Let’s check Facebook for other clues… brb
OH right, it was Thanksgiving too. That happens from time to time and it’s my favorite holiday combo. Good food AND family all AND birthday wishes.
A pic taken from my Nexus 10 tablet that was given to me on my 2012 birthday!
What was the point of this? OH, yes. I really should revisit my “look at later” items more often. If for no other reason than to take an unexpected bunny trail trip down memory lane. PLUS this makes a great tweet and Lord knows I need to learn the art of clever tweeting.
Curious if I clicked the link?
I did. It was 404’d. :sigh: I’ll never know what I was the link titled “Test Wall” was all about.
Some people do want to read what you decide to write down.
Be just as cautions as a picture posted to public. Don’t over-share, Don’t under-share, Don’t reveal the under-where.
I just made up under-where. I feel that should have multiple definitions.
The “under where” of my life. Random thoughts. GO!
“All things before this moment lead to this moment and if you think of life experience as a sort of foundation then my past could be considered my “under where”. The “some-things” and “some-moments” that came before. I think it’s funny that if this blog was read outloud by a bot that people would think I’m writing about underwear. ”
And that is what I wrote about just then. I think what I pull from that random thought is simply this:
I have under-where and you may or may not like it.
I said “Yes” to start an accountability meeting. My friend said she thought it should be called “Iron Sharpens Iron”
and I thought YES! That was the name of my group on FB in 2007! How fun. But to be involved in another commitment .. let’s set up ground rules. See, I had been coming up with this “meeting plan” for businesses for months and thought I could test it out with this new accountability group.
So that’s how it started. We talked to a few ladies and we committed to THESE rules.
1. Commit for 1 year.
2. Commit to 1 thing to focus on.
3. Meeting will be 1 hour.
4. Meet only 1 time per month.
We’re going into our second year and I may sound bragadocious here but the first year was AMAZING. Staying so focused on one thing to really breathe life into and see it through with friends.. that meant the world to me on many occassions.
In this second year, though, I wanted to stretch to something I normally PooPoo. Getting my thoughts to something digitally physical.
SURE I take pictures and post those online for my fans, friends and fam. But what about my thoughts?
For the past 2 years I have been “leading” as a part of this “accidental ladies group” called the Ninja Sisters. (Go ahead, ask me about it!) Throughout these 2 years I have noticed that my words and perspective seem to be something others enjoy. What do I do with that?
I’d love to speak to women, get events together, come up with ideas, get funding to make it easy, help encourage and uplift, help define the truths of our purposes and path and ultimately be a part of getting the true message out there that every person maters and every person can take massive leaps of faith to live out their design and they can do so with people who really care.
People who trade judgement for grace and labels for love.
I just want to meet people who like doing life and want to link arms, so to speak, and literally speak love to those around them.
It is not impossible… but if I’m afraid to share my simplest thoughts then what other fears will creep in to try and cripple a message so bold. so simple.
We are here to love each other, not judge each other.
Anyhow I’m going to start blogging once a week as part of my Iron Sharpens Iron commitment for 2015. :Deep breath: Oh, and I have no idea what is going to happen.
I see the paper-trail of my life as clues to unlock memories.
Be so proud of yourself Deneé, you actually unpacked boxes of papers this weekend. I’m not sure what’s gotten into you since the move into the house on Robins Nest, but girl you are on FIRE with organizing and expressing yourself with your stuff.
For so long you’ve held certain types of people aloft, beating yourself up that you weren’t more organized or that you didn’t know how to put a plan to action for all your dreams and visions for a home. Now, quite naturally, those skills seem to be showing themselves.
Perhaps it was all of those years going to friends houses who are super organized… or maybe working for Tracee and Sara finally wore off on you. WHO knows, but good for you.
So in all reality the room dedicated to all your creative stuff is in total chaos at the moment but 1. you’re not feeling guilty about it 2. you are forming a plan 3. you have a new piece of furniture that could really help you meet your storage goals and 4. you’ve finally stopped comparing yourself to an unrealistic expectation of what it all should be.
Come ON, how amazing was it to throw away 2 trashbags of old paperwork from 2007 yesterday? You opened mail that had been sealed for 7 years because you were living in total fear of your finances…now you’re free. AND because you actually put all the office supplies in one room you went on and made folders and labels and FILED AWAY important paperwork. Even better? You’re not freaking out that you have multiple files for the same topic from various years of attempting to be organized bc you know that when the time comes you’ll get to it.
Let’s fast forward to today when you cracked open boxes of paper keepsakes from 6 moves and began to read letters and cards that have been written to you since you were a kid. For the first time in your life you’re not angry when you see that nothing is organized by date. For the first time you’re taking your time and reading kind words, written by family and friends through the years that describe what kind of a person you were/are to them. You actually absorbed some love from the past and connected it to your present. You’re waking up on a whole new level.
Hey, be thankful that you followed your instinct to keep track of all this stuff through the years. You discovered some amazing things in that pile of paper. Some forgotten, some never seen, some you still can’t open.
Anyway, be proud of yourself when you remember this time of your life. You’re unpacking parts of your past that you’ve ignored for a long time. You’re not hiding anything from yourself…
or those who may be reading.
I don’t know about you, but I used to draw on my hands, arms and legs. I love to doodle. Of course I was advised to not draw on myself by my parents and other figures of authority.
Then came the temp-tattoo. These were fun at first.. but the temptation to pick at the design often won over having a lasting image.
The first time I heard of henna, I was so excited! A semi-permanent skin dye! You mean I can doodle and it will stay for longer than a day? This product had promise, but quickly turned to frightful, as the set up and application were often so involved I would loose interest.
So what’s next for temporary skin expression? BEHOLD!, Flash tattoos!
How amazing are these!? There are several sets of designs to choose from all at www.flashtat.com
What do you think? Would you put one of these on your skin?
You’re tougher than you think, oh fragile one.
Sometimes we stand and watch “it” come. “Yeah, this is going to hurt. I’m probably not going to make it out of this one.” At the terrible moment of impact all of the scenarios have been run and in this moment, it seems obvious that the collision will unhinge, break and destroy all that we know and love.
Then, in the chaos of impact and the spraying debris your mind alerts you to the checklist that is rapidly updating, “body, intact. spirit, no damage. foe, disintegrated. losses, minimal to none.”
The dust settles and indeed, you are still standing. Minutes pass and the feeling of “this isn’t real, I’m dreaming” takes a back seat to a truth that you barely believe. You made it.
Isn’t this what you had hoped for? To make it on the other side of tragedy with no lasting damage? Now it has happened and the only lingering evidence of this great and frightful gift of survival is the debris of the assault, strewn about your feet like heavy confetti.
No matter what you have come through, do not doubt that your seeming fragile frame of humility and quiet love is actually an impenetrable fortress guarded by your steadfast assurance in a God who has equipped and empowered you to overcome all adversity.
Battles are messy. There will be evidence of scars in the physical and emotional. However at your core, your spirit, your soul, your center.. you are unbreakable.
Are you surprised when you are still standing? Share your thoughts!
So you’re on top… don’t just stand there.
This impressive display of balance reminds me of what it feels like to have momentum in your path.
This guy, or flat chested girl with short hair, (that was for you Tig) jumps up, commits with firmly planted feet and then takes a wild ride of dexterity.
Isn’t this what life feels like? Think about it, if you don’t adjust in the moments and become flexible you can lose the momentum and take a nasty detour.
Stop worrying about what may happen, or that you may look a real fool as you wobble dance for balance. Jump onto your path, trust your purpose and vision, don’t lose focus and ride that rail.
Didn’t mean to laugh this hard but…
Seriously that death stare is one of the best! Just think, in days of Mario Kart past the kart character would just zip by with no thought whatsoever… not in Mario Kart 8… oh heck no. First the pupil slide, then the head turn… genius.
Carve out space to find truth and peace
There is a place in Republic called “Little Portion Retreat Center” that is up-kept by sisters who follow the footsteps of Saint Francis of Assisi. I came across this place when I was just out of massage therapy school. They were asking for massage therapist to come and work on several people who needed relief after all their hard work for The Kitchen. I am so thankful for that day, not just to be able to bless others through the gift of touch, but because I haven’t forgotten the spot of land just a little outside of the city.
For about $25 a night you can stay in a well kept 3 story farm home with enough bedding for 13 people. There are two kitchens, two and half baths, a game/rec room and most importantly… a beautiful few acres of land that are perfect for a walk into nature. You can tell that the women who keep this land love and respect the space.
Having the ability to take a quick drive and “retreat to peace” has become a necessity for me these past two years. My preferred destination remains Little Portion. I ask my friends to join me there a few times a year and together we walk the land and talk about life. We sing and laugh, cook and create and experience a moment in life together. Close enough to our lives and far enough away to reconnect to purpose.
Simplicity, stillness and peace. How do you take time for yourself?
Washington DC 2014
My brother and I decided to take a trip to DC after finding flights for about $200 bucks! We stayed with Bianca and spent 5 days visiting the sites and making great memories. I took a lot of photos and posted many of them to Instagram, so be sure to scroll back and scan them.
There were SO many highlights to our visit. We went to see our representatives in the House and Senate, as well as watch debates on the floor. We went on a Segway tour, visited monuments, toured a 100 year old schooner and SO much more!
My brother, myself and my cousin Bianca.
I snapped this as we walked by the Capitol Building
My favorite building in Washington. Library of Congress.
The length of the trip was perfect. I was ready to get home and see Justin again, and my dogs too of course. Visiting such a huge city is exhilarating, especially when the people of the city makes decisions that change nations.
I’ve asked Christi Dunham, of Dunham’s Martial Arts, to teach a Self Defense Seminar for my friends and family.. that’s you! Here’s the registration form!