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 Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans. ~ John Lennon We’re off travelling again.  Nothing as exotic as a trip to the caribbean…off to visit family.   But a trip filled with love and laughter and lots of joy is as great as any exotic trip I might have.  Having missed everyone over Christmas, we decided we needed our family fix. And just in case you notice over the weekend…the blog will be gone for a couple of days.  No, it hasn’t been hijacked by aliens, it’s been acting up lately and you might well ask…what’s in her consciousness? Wish I could tell you. All I can say is that I just know it’s coming back bigger and better than before…so stay tuned for the new, improved reflectingalife.  One that will work without all the gremlins that have been showing up of late. Travelling and challenges…

[success]Let us not be satisfied with just giving money.  Money is not enough, money can be got, but they need your hearts to love them.  So spread your love everywhere you go. ~ Mother Teresa[/success] I haven’t heard that song in donkey’s years…but as I began writing this post it kept popping into my head and wouldn’t go away…you know how that is.  So I stayed with it.  I don’t know if Elton knew this or not, but by George he’s got it! The first time I visited Washington D.C, many years ago,  I was struck by the number of people asking me for money.  I didn’t know if this was peculiar to this city in particular, or big cities in general.  But I gave a dollar to everyone who asked. At the end of day one, I’d given away twenty dollars.  Day two similar, maybe a little more.  …

Time was when a compliment would embarrass me.  I felt uncomfortable and didn’t really know how to respond, so I mumbled and blushed and stuttered something…anything.  It wasn’t in me to be able to say a simple thank you and move on.  Actually, it was worse than that.  A compliment on my outfit, or hair would lead to mutterings about this old thing, or my hair just turned out this way by accident. A compliment on a kind act would be met with a shrug of the shoulders and it was nothing.  Anything but a genuine acknowledgement of thanks.  What’s with that?  Every compliment had to be deflected in some way…the attention moved somewhere else.  I didn’t, couldn’t, allow myself to be nourished by a kind word. I was not a good receiver. Now if the shoe was on the other foot…well I was pretty good at that.  I could…

It seemed as though I was awake all night…I think it was dreaming about babysitting for Madonna’s baby…that would do it…please don’t ask. One of the benefits of being an ex-insomniac, not counting last night, is that I have a whole kit and caboodle of mantras to choose from.  I learned long ago that it was perilous not to have something to fall back on during my extreme and lengthy period of night time wakefulness…usually leading to worrying about characters in books I’d read, or plays I’d seen or something else, equally ridiculous.  It would seem I didn’t do serious worries in the middle of the night thank the Lord. So last night I brought out my old playbook of mantras.  Thank you, thank you, is a good one…not for anything in particular, just a general, overall, blanket thank you.  Another great one for me is, I love my life. …

Everyone who reads this blog, will know by now that I was blessed with two wise women in my life…my Mum and my Grandma.  Words of wisdom would flow from them regularly, although at the time I was totally oblivious to the level of my luck.  They were better than any Hallmark card and it’s too bad my listening skills were awful and that it took me sooo long to get the message.  They really tried, bless their little cotton socks. But my Grandpa…aah. That was a different story.  What he had to tell me was more of a direct hit.  He didn’t have words of wisdom per se, he oozed it. I didn’t learn anything from him through the spoken word, he wasn’t much of a talker.  In fact I didn’t even know I was learning anything from him at all.  It was a sort of osmosis experience.  All…

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