The Bloomin' Blog
This morning, I tried to quickly pull some weeds in my flower bed. Here’s the thing…you can’t pull weeds quickly, whether they’re in flowerbeds, relationships or your own spirit.
You have to commit to getting dirty and staying with the project “until you get the little white roots out.”
That is how my mother taught me to pull weeds when I was young. Her guidance came as she looked over my efforts to help with her flower beds. I felt that I’d accomplished great things by simply eliminating the part of the weed that could be seen and thereby improving the appearance of the garden.
Whether or not she meant to provide a metaphor that would shape the way I think about relationships is not certain, but I am guessing she did.
She explained that superficial weed control just makes the weeds all the more determined. The roots grow deeper and produce even more shoots through the surface in other locations.
How does that compare to your relationships? You’ve probably heard of emotion that comes out sideways…the times when you… Click here for the rest of the post
Recently, my father died. I have four sisters. We were all with him when he died and our loving, heartbroken families were all around us in the week following. I learned so very much about myself in those days. Much of it, I don’t like much. If in some small way, this post can bring hope to any who are brokenhearted and weary, I am simply sharing what I’ve learned so far…but I am only 10 days into the journey without the man who I have relied on all my life. I have much to learn, and this is just the beginning.
When we are in the midst of grief, a sinister force seems to lurk at the edge of our spirits, knowing there are so many new, broken places to gain access to our thoughts and our heart corners. I think the force is sin. Since the simple (as in, watered down so we can tolerate it, simple) definition of sin is “to miss the mark,” it makes sense that it is the force that keeps us spinning out… Click here for the rest of the post
When my nephew Bill was a very young child, he and his mother developed a bedtime ritual that rid him of his worries and concerns of the day. He called it “getting the yuckies out.” Once he’d shared his troubles with his mother, he was content to call it a day. None of those yucky thoughts could hover at the edge of sleep to threaten his pleasant dreams.
We all need to take time to rid ourselves of the yucky stuff that depletes our energy and clips the wings of our hearts. A regular assessment and exorcism of the dark, clingy burdens to our spirits liberates us. Sometimes, it takes a really good therapist to help identify what really bothers us. But there are also simple steps we can take ourselves when we feel yuckiness creeping in.
Phone a friend. I told a trusted friend that a particularly cathartic conversation (that’s what I call it when I cry and ramble incoherently) with her was like cleaning out the closets of my soul. When you finally take time to clean out… Click here for the rest of the post