Posts Tagged ‘Life is Good’
Saturday, Mark and I went to the Canton Trade Days with my mom, a.k.a. Dusty Rose. We all love a great bargain, and junkin’ is a fun adventure any way you slice it.
The only drawback about Canton this weekend was the HEAT. Ugh!!! It was 100 degrees with what felt like a zillion percent humidity. Can you say H-O-T??? Canton was hotter than Georgia asphalt, baby!
The heat must’ve gone to mom’s head because when she went home (over two hours from Canton), she stopped by Wal Mart for some groceries and to cash a check. She then promptly left her purse in the basket in the parking lot!
What??!!
She was about 20 minutes down the road headed toward home when my stepdad called.
“Where are you?” he asked.
“I’m about 20 minutes from home. Why?” she answered.
“Well, do you know where your purse is?” he asked very calmly.
She looked around as adrenalin poured into her veins.
“Why? Where is it?” she asked.
He started laughing and said, “Someone turned it in at Wal Mart.”
She called me to say, “Well, I have proof positive that the Lord looks after fools.”
After we mused about how amazing the story was… she had just cashed a $100 check and both her company checkbook and her personal checkbook were in that purse. I started thinking about my mom.
She is a simple person who sees the best in people and expects good from the world. She is the one who taught me not to ‘dwell’ on things you can’t change and to just keep looking ahead, always doing your best.
It doesn’t surprise me that her purse found an honest person who returned it to her with everything intact. That’s who she is and what she would do if the shoe was on the other foot.
In fact, her booth at the Trade Days where she sells her art and other collectibles was broken into a couple of months ago, and nearly everything has been recovered and returned to her. In addition, she had a stellar sales month the month following the robbery, despite the fact that she barely had anything left to sell. People literally showed up from hundreds of miles away to go to this Trade Days market that is out in the middle of nowhere! They gobbled up pretty much everything that remained.
That’s the power of positivity and believing the world is good.
I just hung up with her this evening, and we talked about the people who stole her products. Mom said that people have asked her, “Aren’t you angry they stole your stuff?” And, mom said she told them getting angry isn’t going to bring it back, why bother?
That’s my mom…always looking forward, forgiving what’s in the past and looking for the best in the future.
If you are ever in Bowie, Texas…drop on by and visit her – The Rural Route – inside of the second building on the right (if you are facing North)!
The last couple of weeks, I’ve noticed some interesting things about the idea of ‘being ready.’ Most notably that people have their various definitions.
For one friend, she said she was ‘ready’ but ‘ready’ did not actually mean ‘acting.’ This was a ‘readiness’ as in a resting point – teetering on the edge of acting. Ready was a state of mind.
For a client I worked with last week, ready was a state she was ‘getting to’ – a ‘click’ or a ‘knowing’ that her time had come and she would then be ‘ready’ to act, and would do so. “I’m not ready,” she professed with absolute knowing.
I wrote about taking two years to ‘get ready’ a few days ago. But, with these noticings, I wondered, “What is ready anyway?” I have been moving. I have created an immense amount at the level at which I felt comfortable to move the last two years. Ready, for me, now relates to living my truth – fully. Instead of the incremental dribs and drabs, ready is a marker to say “I’m ready to share all of myself with you.” Ready is an acknowledgment, an announcement of sorts.
And, who cares about any of this anyway?
Well, none of it means anything except to say… know what your definition of ready is – it’s the only one that matters for you anyway.
I talked with a client today, and it was so funny as we reminisced about our first conversation. I said something like, “I’m sure you were thinking ‘What is she talking about’ when we first started working together.” To which she replied, “Are you kidding, I thought you were CRAZY!”
Fast forward a few months and here we are and she describes her life as “Transformed.” Did I do it? No… I didn’t. She did. Day by day… step by step… tool by tool to arrive right to the doorstep of who she is.
Over the years I have wondered what makes me love this work so much, and it is this complete, whole feeling of ‘coming home’ that is so delicious it is nearly irresistible.
Yes, life is good.
