Lost…but found!

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This.

It’s part of a Hanging Candle Holder Chandelier that hangs in front of our dining room window.  I purchased it from a dear friend and it’s a very special piece.

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I love it!  The Husband…hates it.

Well, he really doesn’t hate it, he just manages to walk into it now and then when he needs to move our sideboard to get to the window.  Usually, he just mutters under his breath.  I mutter loudly.

On Monday, he decided to do a little fly removal.  For some reason, there’s been a gathering of annoying flies which hover around the window.  The Husband takes great delight in grabbing the vacuum (his weapon of choice) and sucking the insects into the bowels of Dyson Hell.

I was down in the laundry room, came upstairs to a frantic scene of broken glass and decorative pebbles everywhere.  The Husband scored a home run with his head and managed to break one of the candle holders. 

Although I really couldn’t blame him for helping with fly relocation, I was annoyed.  No, pissed off!  Mainly because I knew it would be damn impossible to find a replacement for the broken candle holder as this chandelier is no longer available.  Anywhere!

Until I ran to The Google.  Maybe old Google felt sorry for me, probably more for The Husband since I was on a bit of a mini-rampage.

Suddenly, there it was.  A photo on someone’s Pinterest.  And the name of a website where the photo was pinned from. 

I was off…like a prom dress, and immediately placed an order for three candle holders.  As backup.  Trust me, it’s just a matter of time before The Husband strikes again!

But, thanks to Google, something I thought forever lost…was found!

 

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Write…to heal

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Properly told, your story, any story, is enough.  There is no need to pretend or attempt to be something you aren’t as that becomes quickly evident to others.

Let’s face it, we easily go into brain overload with the stories we tell everyone in order to preserve the lessons life teaches us and the memories it leaves behind.  What we share taps into something primal and basic without relying on the need to embellish an experience.  Each story we share is enough without unneeded exaggeration beyond using a few different words.  Most stories are enough without that new this or better as we open our hearts to what’s been lost or yet to be found.

If you are struggling with feelings of insecurity of any kind, it may be that you are being influenced by a “story” that you developed in childhood.  This story may have been guiding you, sometimes without your awareness, ever since.  We all begin forming ideas about ourselves, others, and the world from an early age based on a combination of factors such as our circumstances, the age that we experienced significant events, and our level of physiological sensitivity.  Random events and devastating experiences then become part of the journey to where you are going, rather than defining you.

What is important is to tell your story.  The good, bad and indifferent.  Sharing makes us human.  It helps us relate ideas to what we’ve experienced.   What we share can be powerful and bring more impact than just simple facts.  When mixed with an element of sarcastic humor, we paint a personal texture with our words.  Find your voice and, with the story that emerges, share your beginning, middle and end. 

The act of giving your story away is often cathartic…and enough!

 

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Disconnected…

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Real connections never die.

They can be ignored, walked away from or buried, never broken.

Despite any distance, when that connection is deeply rooted, it remains, despite presence or circumstance.

What I have learned that, in certain circumstances, my absence from someone’s life has little, or no, effect.

It becomes obvious that my presence has no real meaning.

How can people can exist without true connection?

All that has been said, so much more left unsaid.

And, time keeps passing by, opportunities are swept away in the space between seconds.

The realization becomes evident that any interest is fading.

Contact lessens, with each new day.

Acceptance kicks in.

The connection, once strong, has frayed, or broken.

It was wonderful, while it lasted.

Move on, let it go.

Realize that you cannot hold onto people who are letting you go.

 

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