This week is finally over

This week is finally over. Thank you. It was a loooong week. Not really a bad week per say but definitely a long week.


 My Wednesday plans got canceled (the one thing I was looking forward to the most). Thursday my daughters International event was a lot of fun. Monday and Tuesdays trainings were OK. Friday shopping just was horrible.

I love my work, I really do, but I will be the first to admit that it is a very stressful job. Not everyone can do what I do. It will take a toll on your body, and if you add very busy evenings to the mix, you may get worn out very quickly. That is pretty much what happened to me.

My body did not have time to rest. I am pretty sure my body is trying to fight something off on top of everything. Yesterday just for fun, I took my temperature. I was just feeling so exhausted and achy I was curious. Turns out I had a low grade temp of 100.5. So I am pretty sure my body is fighting something.


Now that the weekend is here I should rest. However I already committed to things on both days. Both things I committed to are in the morning and are things I am going to enjoy a lot so I am not to worried about it.

However my Husband, whom I love a great deal, starts his vacation today. No telling what he may want to do after I get home. (Either today or tomorrow) Is it wrong of me to hope that he doesn't want to do anything?

Actually his vacation starts tomorrow. He get's three day weekends. Thursday, Friday and Saturday. I get regular weekends Saturday and Sunday. So normally we only have one day a week together (Saturday) So when ever we have other days off together, like holidays or such, we try and do things together. So if tradition holds true he will want to do something together.

I do have a ray of hope for today. He has to take our daughter to a birthday party. So more then likely he will not want to do anything today. Again is it bad I feel that way? Well let's see what happens.

My free week evenings?

I started off towards the end of last week very excited because I had 5 free week evenings (This week) No plans what so ever. That never happens. This was a good thing to because my weekend is going to be very busy and it is nice to have some relaxing time before this. All though to be fair I am really looking forward to this weekend.

Then it suddenly dawned on me this weekend that I have my last training for this one class on Monday. OK So I only have four free evenings no big deal that is still a lot. Oh but wait then there was my daughters international evening at school on Thursday. We have to go to that we already committed to it. OK still not to bad so just three free evenings. Oh wait my supervisor called me today to inform me that another training I was supposed to start a few weeks ago was starting tomorrow. (The training had been canceled and at the time we did not know if it would be rescheduled or not). OK so now I am down to two free eveni.....oh wait I forgot that two friends and I had agreed to do something together on Wednesday.  Since this is something I will enjoy  I guess I shouldn't complain. After all I still have Friday. Shoot forgot this is the week my husband get's paid. That means we are going grocery shopping when I get out of work. And I can't even move that if I wanted to because my weekend is booked solid.

Kind of funny how quickly I went from a free week to a totally busy one with out even trying. Oh well now I have a good excuse not to clean the house to much ;)

Happy Birthday Mom

Today is my mother's birthday. She is now 76 years old.


Unfortunately my Mother and I do not live in the same country. So I can not pop by for a birthday visit or cook her a birthday dinner. These kind of things make me sad. I, simply put, miss her very much.

Also I feel bad because she has a heavy burden taking care of my father. He is younger then she but he has Alzheimer. Yes she has a nurse that comes every day and a doctor who comes once in a while. However it isn't the same thing.

Often I imagine what it would be like if they lived here. How much better I would feel just being able to check on them on a daily basis. Also how much easier it would be on my mother. Unfortunately my Father's health does not allow for him to travel.

She get's very lonely and a simply phone call from me just cheers her up more then anything. We talk for two hours when I call. Most of the time she tells me things she has told me the last time we talk. I let her because I know how much it means to her just to have a conversation.

She doesn't really have the abilaty to go to the house they own anymore. It isn't in the same town and she can no longer drive. I have asked her why she doesn't sell it but I know she wants me to inherit it someday. She only get's to the house once a year now. Many of her things are there still, including her books.

As we were talking she mentioned how much she misses her books and having something good to read. So I have decided to send her a book as a belated birthday present. I was thinking this would be a nice thing and I could do it for Easter, her anniversary, Mothers Day and Christmas as well. That would be five books spread out over one year. I think she would really enjoy that and it wouldn't be to expensive for me.

I officially offered for her to come live with us after my father passes as well. We have noway of knowing how long he will be with us of course. I do know that my mother is scared of living alone after he is gone though. This was just a small gift I could give her on her birthday. The promise that I wouldn't let her be alone. Simply wish I could do more for her.

Could be about my dream

If anyone is actually reading this, you may remember I had a dream last night that bothered me very much. I dreamed I received two different condolence letters, cards.

When I got home from work yesterday, my husband informed me that he had just talked to his mother. My husbands uncle had had brain surgery not to many months ago, to remove a brain tumor. The surgery had gone well. My Mother-in-Law called yesterday to inform my husband that the doctors found more tumors in his uncle's brain. His uncle is opting not to have surgery. He will be trying some experimental medicines. However he is not expected to make it much longer.

Is this what my dream refereed to? I do not know. I do know that I would appreciate any positive healing energy that you could send to my husbands uncle.

I will keep updating on how he is doing.

Bad Dream

So the Hypnotherapist who did the past life regression, told us we would probably be dreaming about our past lives in the next few days. I think that last night I did have one or two dreams about my past lives, but these are not the ones I remember. The only dream I remember from last night was about my parents and it was not a good one.

My husband and I were sitting at our breakfast nook table. Apparently we were going through the mail together. This is not something we normally do by the way. Who ever get's the mail passes it on to the right person. In the dream there was a large pile of mail on the middle of the table, but I think we were also doing something else at the time. Maybe paying bills? I am not sure. I pick up one of the letters. It looked like junk mail with something printed on the envelope, with the color yellow and black lettering. The letter even had an address window. I do not remember ever actually seeing what was on the envelope. I told Jeremy "I got a condolence letter" Do not ask me why I knew that is what it was, but that is what it was. I got upset.Not to much, because I didn't know why I would get one. My thought went immediately to my parents. However no one had informed me of there death. I even wondered who would know before me and send me a card? Then I relaxed a bit because somehow I discovered the letter was not meant for me. Maybe the wrong name or something. I did still feel a little uneasy in my dream.

I continued to go through the mail. Then I came across a post card. This also looked like junk mail. It had a yellow box with black lettering inside. Possible the same 'logo' as the other letter. I picked it up and said "I just got another condolence card" My husband said "So you said it was addressed to the wrong person." I was trying not to get to upset about the card and I told him "This is a different one and it is addressed to me" I can not remember exactly what was on the card, but I remember it was very vague. Something along the lines 'Very sorry for your loss'. I started to feel panicky, because I had not been informed of anyone's death. My husband really did not seem at all upset about this, or even to curious about it.

I got on the phone and called my mother. Again I do not remember exactly how the conversation went. I asked if her and Dad were OK. She told me yes, but Dad was upstairs in bed and couldn't get up. On a side not, in my dream they were in the house they own. However because of health reasons they do not live in that house anymore. She yelled up the stairs "Do you want to tell your daughter anything" I know there was some conversation on the other line. I am not sure if it was more things my mother told my father or the other way around. I started to feel better, but still had a pit in my stomach.

The conversation I had with my mother was almost like a movie sceen. I was watching it. I could see my mother on the phone. She went upstairs, I am guessing to talk to my father. I do not remember her telling me this on the phone but I knew, possible because I was watching. She slowly walked up the stairs and then everything kind of faded. I was back to just being on the phone waiting for her to come back and give me Dad's message.I started to feel very panicky again because she was not coming back. Why was she not coming back. Had something really happened to my Father.

Unfortunately the next thing that happened was that my alarm went off and woke me up. This dream left me feeling a little weary to say the least. It does feel better to have written it down though. My mother's birthday is on Friday. She will be turning 76. Since she lives in a different country calling is not the cheapest thing, so I am waiting to call until Friday. Luckily I have family that lives there and I know that someone would call me if there really was something wrong.

I'm going to be soar in the morning

So for a while a friend of mine who owns a store, has been wanting me to come to Yoga and Belly Dance/Hulla class. I have not been able to go because of either work or training. Today I was finally able to make it. Yay.

I need to lose some...well actually a lot of weight. Also I just want to be healthier. So an evening spent doing some beginner classes sounds like a really good idea.

Well just to let you all know if you want to feel unbalanced and very uncoordinated try some Yoga followed by Hulla and Belly dancing. That will do the trick. Do not get me wrong. I actually had a great time. However I did learn that I am not quite as elegant or flexible or even coordinated, as I would like to be.

I will stick with it though. After all I have to get better right? But know this. I'm going to be soar in the morning

Sharing my Blog

I know by simply having a Blog I am possible sharing with people. Apparently most of those people are in Russia by the way. Now I have been giving this some thought. Do I want to share this with people I know. I have friends on Facebook and of course friends in real life and some are both. Facebook is great for sharing a short little blip here and there but it really isn't anything compared to what I share here. Not that what I share is supper profound or brimming with wisdom or anything like that. Most of the things I share here are of a 'mystical' nature. The people I actually see everyday are not the ones I would share this with. The people I would share this with I do not see everyday and when I do see them other things have come up and I forget to share.

So the question remains do I want to share my blog with them. Honestly the answer would be yes. Since however this is about my life, is it persumcuis to ask them to view my Blog?  It isn't like I am teaching anything here. I am simply sharing.

Well after giving it some thought I figured I would share on a small scale first. Instead of posting the link to this blog on my Facebook I posted it on my Facebook group page. It's a smaller group. I still felt kind of weird doing it but at the same time I felt like I really should. So I did.

The way I look at it if someone from the group is supposed to follow my blog they will and if not they won't. Also I am learning to put myself out there more which is something I am trying to work on a bit.

Past Life Part II

Wow. All I can say is Wow.
I went and did the past life regression yesterday. It was a group experience. She explained about the theories behind hypnoses and past life regressions. The question was how do you know that what you experience is real. I love the fact that she gave possible answers instead of absolutes. Some believe that it is actual past lives others believe it is your sub conchies giving you a message and now you need to analyze it. I think that both can be true.

So she started off with this group meditation that would put us in a light hypnotic state. Honestly I did not think this would work. I have a hard time meditating when I am in a small group. Forget being in a group of 30 or so. Still I thought it would be interesting and if nothing else relaxing. She had us stare at a point in the ceiling then she did counting and we visualized a bar going over our bodies covering our bodies with waves of relaxation. We went down a flight of stares, counted backwards on a ruler. I might have some of these things out of order and of course I am leaving out the things that she said that went with everything. This was almost a 2 hour experience and it only felt like maybe 45 minutes to me. So there is a very good possibility that there are things I don't remember. Actually there is at least one part I know for sure I don't remember. After it was done she said to someone remember when I said wisdom erases karma? I looked at my friend and said "She said that?" I had no idea. Still can not remember those words being spoken at all. No telling what else I missed.   
She had us walk through a door then we were flying through space. Then we felt a pull towards earth. When she said that I felt a pull in my stomach and I honestly felt like I was being pulled down.


She then asked us to look at our feet and look around and some other things that I don't really remember.
I do remember looking at my feet and I was not wearing shoes. I had definite male feet. The rest I sort of sensed 'saw'. I was in a wheat field. At least I think it was wheat. But it seemed softer then wheat. Everything had a golden hue to it. As though maybe the sun was going down or coming up. My clothing was simple. A tunic kind of a thing, not pants. Relationships with other people are very important to me so I kept wanting to see others. I just saw green somewhat humanoid shapes kind of swirl before me and disappear when ever I would think where are the people I know. I felt like I was in Rome, but that thought was instantly replaced by not Rome Italy. Then the lady asked what was our name and I heard John. Clear as a bell in a very American male voice. Which does not fit in with the rest of the vision. I got the impression that I was married and had 2 children but that is my life now. Not sure if I was projecting this or not. I think my cottage was off to the left of me. Very small but well built. Straw roof and straw bricks? The field I was in was on a rolling hill. She asked what was the wisdom from that life. Very strongly I felt "I was a farmer" there was pride in this. Aggressive pride if that makes sense. She then had us go to our death seen. I was still in that same field at the same time. Still had not seen my family. It seemed very quiet. Then I was just dead. I was very surprised and angry that I had died. I knew I was dead there was no confusion about that. I was just very angry about it and surprised, because it shouldn't have happened. That was what I kept thinking. I shouldn't have died. I do not think I was murdered. I think it was natural causes. I just don't think I had any symptoms before. I think it happened very quickly. There was one other thing she asked what kind of music if any there was. I remember thinking only singing but I think I might have gone most if not all of my life not hearing any. This is sad to me. Even though I am not musically inclined I love it. It is a big part of my life.

When it was over and we had shared a little a man came up to me and said he thinks he was having my experience. In his vision he was Johnny and he was in a wheat field and had been studding the bible. In a way it is almost like it was the same person just a few centuries apart possible. He gave me some things to look into. The interesting thing is he saw what he called alien like beings. I did not mention my green humanoid forms so he had no way of knowing that.

The lady who ran the group regression told us to write our experiences in our book. She also said that it would be very likely that our dreams for a while might be connected with the past life regression. She said to write these down as well. I was really excited to see what I would dream last night. However I do not remember any dreams. I did have a thought right after getting up though. Maybe the reason I sensed 'saw' things was that I had been blind in that life. Or had had very very poor vision. In this life I have very bad vision. If I do not wear my glasses I can not really function very well. Everything becomes a colorful kind of blob. Kind of in the right shape but colors blend together small things disappear completely no real depth perception since there are no clear lines. It is very uncomfortable for me. It is kind of funny that I hadn't thought of this yesterday since it is such a part of my life now.

If anyone has the opportunity to do a past life regression I recommend doing it. If anyone has an experience they would like to share by all means leave a comment.

Past life

I am very excited. Today two friends of mine and myself are going to be going to a past life regression session. One of my friends said she had gone to one before. She said it was a guided group meditation kind of a thing.  She said even though it was a group meditation it worked really well.
People naturally sat next to people who shared a common past. As in they lived around the same time and same place.

I have always wanted to do one of these. Actually I have always wanted to do an individual one but this still seems like it would be very cool.

I am trying very hard not to imagine what could come up. I want the experience to be untainted by my expectations. This is hard though. I have some very distinct ideas already of what some of my past lives have been. I am also trying to stay calm. If I get to excited I will never be able to meditate later. Meditation is hard for me. We will save that for another post though.

So here I am trying to stay calm. As I get ready to leave in two and a half hours. Later on today I will post my experience. Goddess knows I can't wait to see what comes up.

Imaginary Friend or not?

I first want to start off by saying this was so not what I was going to post about. I had planned on a post stating how much I am looking forward to this weekend because I have 4 days off, and it had been a very LONG week for me. Instead I am going to be writing about this now.

I know that lots of children have imaginary friends. I would make up different people that fit into what ever I was playing when I was younger. A teacher and class mates when I was pretending to be at boarding school (never was at one but when I was young I really really wanted to be), Customers at my shops, and so on and so on. It wasn't that I didn't have real friends or that I didn't spend time with them. Just when I was alone and playing I made up friends. I know I made them up because I pretty much designed them. How they looked how they acted what they said.  Most definitely imaginary.
However there are other 'imaginary' friends I remember as well. The thing that sets them apart? I do not remember making them up. Also they where consistent. They were not only there when I was playing. Actually most of them where only there during the night. I didn't make up their clothing or there personalities. To be completely honest I also don't think I ever played with them. There are two I remember distinctly. One was a women. Looking back now I would say early 20's wearing what I now would describe as Victorian garb. When I was young I kind of thought of her as a baby sitter now that I am grown up I feel that she was a Nanny. The other was a male. He scared me but I think that was because he was more of a mass instead of a person. I knew he was male but I always saw him as a mass of dark.
There where others but I don't really remember them. I am pretty sure that the others where more fleeting. Kind of coming and going kind of a thing. I moved a lot when I was a child. I actually thought it was normal to move once a year. I think that these others kind of stayed at the places we lived but the other two moved with us.
Of course I am sure that by now any one reading this knows I am talking about ghosts. In my opinion these friends I did not make up, or at the very least remember making up, are ghosts.
Why two of them moved with us I am not sure. They slowly seemed to fade away as I got older. First the Nanny. The man didn't actually seem to disappear until I meat my husband.

Here is the reason I am posting this today. Just as I sat down at my computer to write my blog post, my 3 year old daughter comes out of her room crying.  She does not have the best pronunciation, add the fact that she was crying, and you have a very confused Mommy. First I thought she had had a bedtime accident. She does not like when that happens. That wasn't it. She did have to go potty, but not to the point where she would get upset because she thought she couldn't hold it. Like I said she is 3 and sometimes children will just agree with you so I was trying really hard not to give her any ideas. After all I want to know what's wrong with her. At this point I am thinking she is feeling sick or something. I finally get out of her "touched me". A very painstakingly long conversation later this is what I got out of her.

She was sleeping, when a little boy tickled her arm pit. She often sleeps with her arms above her head so this wouldn't be hard to do actually. He scared her when he did it. He was now in her closet on the shelf kind of in the corner. She didn't see him with her eyes, so I am not sure how she determined that he was a boy. Now there are several explanations. She could have dreamt it. She could have made it up after she woke up. This boy could be an imaginary friend, or he could be a ghost.

My son who is 12 used to see ghost when he was younger. Now he still has a talent for seeing energy but it is kind of 'muddled' now. I asked him if he felt there was something here. He answered with out even taking a breath 'definitely'. He always felt that it was animals. Also learned something new by the way. Now when he sees ghost he only sees their 'foot prints'.

So anyway I have no problem believing that my children see ghost. The confusing thing is, that we are the people who built this house. Before that it has always been an uncleared lot in a somewhat rural area. My past experiences have shown me though that ghost are not tied to a specific place necessarily. Also a medium friend of mine has told me that sometimes spirits of children are attracted to children. So it is still very possible in my opinion that my daughter felt a ghost.

How do I make her feel better though? She doesn't understand ghost yet, or death for that matter. So I took her into her room sat her on the bed. Then we told the little boy, that when Rebecca is sleeping we need to leave her alone. She can't play then. I told Rebecca that the boy didn't want to scare her. He tickled her because he wanted to play with her. This made her feel better for the moment. She has been scared of her room for a little while now and maybe now I know why.

If anyone reading this has ideas on how to help her, or would like to share their experiences. Please by all means feel free to leave a comment.

Clutter

So I am a bit of a clutter bug and a pack rat. I keep almost anything just because I might wind up needing it somewhere down the line. Heck I have cloths ranging from a size 12 to a size 5X because I never know, my weight might go back up or down. Even though I haven't been under the X mark in over 10 years.
Recently we moved and I did get rid of a lot of things. But I kept way more things then I should have. On some level I think I felt justified because we moved into a bigger house. Now I am surrounded by boxes of clutter. Unfortunately it isn't just clutter though. Things that we still need are also in these boxes. It is just hard to tell where what is.
When we moved we had to throw out almost every last bit of shelving that we had. So right now my excuse is I can't unpack, because after all, I have nowhere to put things. However if I am honest this is actually bull, well at least partly bull. I know that once I start unpacking I will have to start making the decisions "What do I keep and what do I throw away".
My mother was like this when I was younger. She would keep things because there might be a use for them. Many things she really did use. She would use news papers to dry the windows after washing them. She would use old bottles of things to keep other liquids in. She would use old boxes of anything to put presents in. There were other things that she didn't really need to keep. Single socks that might someday suddenly have it's mate show up. Even though it had been missing for years. (Guess who else does that...yep me) Broken things that would never ever get fixed and replacements had already been bought for it. Those kind of things. I am pretty sure that a lot of these tendencies came from growing up in a country devastated by the second world war. She was a young child during the war but old enough to remember how difficult life was after. I guess it doesn't really matter what made her start  holding on to anything and everything that might possible become useful. The point is she did. When I was a child I would most definitely say she was a pack rat, but not a hoarder. Unfortunately over the years that changed. The desire not to through anything away grew. I visited my mother after not seeing her for several years, and was astounded on the load of junk she had in her house. The part that crossed the line was meat that she had in her freezer that was more then 2 years expired. I made her throw it out. I know she was upset with me. It was almost as if she couldn't see the way the meat had changed color in the package. She insisted it was still good. My Mother is set in her ways and will always be a pack rat at least, if nothing else. There really isn't anything I can do to change her. She is in her 70 and set in her ways. Personally I am fine with it as long as it does not extend to her food. Thanks to nurses who come to visit her now I am fairly certain this is no longer the case. Also apparently my parents eat mostly vegetarian now simply because neither can seem to handle meat to well.
Obviously I got my pack rat tendencies from my mother. Since I know this is true I need to acknowledge the fact that it is quite possible that as the years  go by pack rat will turn into hoarder. I am not as old as my mother obviously but I am pretty set in my ways. So it is actually kind of hard and scary to think of getting rid of some of my things. I don't want to do it. On the other hand I do not want to end up like my mother and have expired food in my freezer.
Guess what? To late. I was looking for something to cook for dinner and found fish that I have been saving for when we have nothing else to eat. No one in this family likes fish that much but we were trying to eat healthier. The fish is expired. These things happen no big deal. The problem is for a split second I found my self thinking. The fish isn't that expired I could probably still cook it and be OK. SAY WHAT? Where the heck did that logic come in? Granted it crossed my mind only for a moment but it still scares me. I guess it would be one thing if it was just me, but it isn't. For a split second I thought about feeding my family expired fish.
Consider that my wake up call. I don't want to be like that. I don't want to be so afraid of throwing away anything that it starts to boarder on the unhealthy side.
Also it's bad Feng Shui or how ever you spell that. Not that I know anything really about it but I do know clutter is bad. Negative energy get's stuck in clutter. Honestly I think there is something to that. Just imagine walking into a cluttered room then imagine walking into a room the same size but neat and uncluttered. You feel better and more at ease in the uncluttered room. At least I do.
So my goal is to get my house unpacked and de-cluttered. Now I am not full of illusions here. I know this will not be easy and it might take some time. However I know I am on the right track with this and I KNOW I will be successful with it. Positive attitude is everything.

Siblings

What is it about Siblings? There is no one you feel more connected to and at the same time there is no one who can drive you up the wall more.
I am quite a bit younger then my brothers. The oldest of my brothers was not living at home anymore by the time I was born and when my parents had to move when I was 3 my other brothers decided to stay where they were at. The youngest was 18 so my Mother felt like there really wasn't anything she could do. We did not live close together so we did not see them very often. We actually lived in different countries so we would go years with out seeing each other. When they did visit they would tease me relentlessly and I would drive everyone nuts whining that I wasn't allowed to go with them when they would go out. Of course now I know that they would go to bars and such and bringing a small child would not really work out so well. We loved and of course still do, each other very much but we also would drive  each other insane. Now I realize we probably also drove my parents insane as well.
I now have two Children of my own. They are also kind of far apart in years but not as far as I and my brothers. They are 9 years apart. Also we have the gender difference. One Boy and one girl. There is no doubt in my mind that they love each other. No one else can make them light up or crack up like they can. However most of the time they are fighting. Usually brought on by my son who is older teasing my daughter. No amount of telling them to stop or even physically separating helps. Inevitably one finds another and the fighting starts all over again. It is simply the most annoying thing in the world. In the morning they are fighting, in the after noon they are fighting in the evening....you get the idea. I don't know if it is worse because one is a hormonal pre-teen and the other is 3 or what but they just don't stop.
The really funny thing is no one else has each others backs like the do. When my son get's in trouble and we raise our voices at him my daughter will come along and tell us we are rude and we shouldn't yell at her brother. My son and a neighbor hood kid were play wrestling in the front yard and my  daughter came up yelled at the other boy and punched him. My son is constantly listening to my daughter tell about all the bad things that happened at school. She is three so it is usually some one took a toy or wouldn't play with her.He hears her out gives her loads of sympathy and then gives her advice. Oh and boy oh boy you better not hurt my daughter because my son will get very mad. I think he would be capable of actually hurting someone if he saw them hurting her.
When I get to witness these moments it warms my heart and I feel like I am doing something wright. However most of the times I am witnessing the teasing and fighting. These moments make me want to cry and say "What am I doing wrong"
I do realize that they probably do not fight anymore then any other siblings do but it is so frustrating. After all most siblings are a lot closer in age. Don't ask me why I feel that somehow that should make a difference. I just do. Even though my personal experience has shown me that this is not the case.
So I am going to keep on working on trying to get them to fight less. I saw a picture of something one of my fellow Pagan friends has at her house. It is a little container with dirt and a sign that reads negativity grave yard. I am not sure how she is using it but I am going to make one and have my children go out and find lots of different rocks. When ever they feel frustrated or upset with each other I am going to have them take a stone and focus all that energy into the stone and then bury it in the negativity grave yard. If nothing else it will give them an active way of dealing with negative feelings. I will post at a later date how it works out.

The end of the first day

Well I am not totally done with today. Got some things to do to get ready for tomorrow and this is my last chance to hop on the computer for a little while so I figured I better take the opportunity.
I did take the kids on   walk this morning. Pleasantly surprised by my husband who decided to come with us. He is not the out doorsy type. I am so glad he did. First off it took us later to leave because we had to wait for him to get ready. When we got to the nature preserve there where two people riding by on horse back. They let my children feed the horses peppermint of all things. Who knew that a horse would like that. The other horse by the way did not. My daughter who is only three, loved it. I my self enjoyed it, which is odd simply do to the fact that horses scare me. Bad experience back when I was five. This horse however did not scare me at all. Strange isn't it?
After we said goodbye to the horses my husband took off in the opposite direction I usually go. The way I would have gone if he hadn't been with me. The first way we took kind of curved around and headed back to the parking lot. Then we took another route. Still in the complete opposite direction from how we normally go.It was really nice though. The path was abut a mile. It wound through the forest it followed the river for most of the way and it even had a small part we had to go up a 'hill' . Not a big deal to many but in this part of Florida it is really flat we don't get that to much. It was so nice to walk in a forest I have been in so many times and discover such a different part of it. With out my husband there I would have never thought to go that way.
If the first day of the New Year sets the tone for the rest of the year then maybe this means that this year I will discover new things in familiar places. Places being a very relative term here. For me it could be places people or even myself. Either way I am excited to see what the new year brings and so far I am happy with it.

Starting 2012

Well a new year is here. So I figured I better start putting things into action. I can be a somewhat lethargic and unmotivated. This is something I want to change BIG time. I like to write down my thoughts and ideas so I thought this might not be a bad idea. If I put things out there and I know that people are 'watching' I'm more likely to stick to my guns about these things. Yeah I don't have any followers or anything, but there is always the chance that I will get one and if I am not following the things I said I would, it would be very disappointing. So basically this Blog is a way for me to write down my thoughts and experiences in all aspects of my life. When I have an idea on something I want to do I write it down as well. And like I said since someone might be reading this somewhere I am more likely to follow through. Kind of sad isn't it but that's who I am.
So today's plan is to spend time with the family. Once my children wake up I will get them ready and we will go and take a walk in Nature. Take in the sights, sounds, and smells around us. Reflect on the things that where good and bad in the old year. Meditate on what we want the new year to bring us. After that we will simply spend the day together.