Archives for October 2009

Counting down

Race day is drawing closer, and I’m getting more and more anxious. I’m feeling badly about my knee, hoping I can just make it to the finish line. Tomorrow Sophie, my running buddy Mike, and I will be heading into the city for the Expo, where we will pick up our race bibs and timing chips.

I feel I’m as prepared as I can be, given that I’ve battled a number of injuries and illnesses over the course of the last five months. A girl can only do so much and I’m praying that it’s enough. If you’re of the praying persuasion, please say a quick one for me Sunday morning. For strength, perseverance, and intestinal fortitude:)
Kimberly

Everyday joy

I don’t always have to look far for the joy in the everyday…
The company

The comfort
The view
The tunes
Kimberly
I’m unwrapping the gift in the everyday with Emily and friends at Chatting at the Sky. I’m sure you have some gifts to unwrap as well, although I call dibs on the cutest dog on the planet.

Golden

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower:
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
~Robert Frost
Because the only thing I can hold on to are autumn’s golden memories….days filled with apple laden trees, wooded walks, pumpkin fields and giggly grins.





Kimberly

Constant

“Constancy is the complement of all other human virtues”
Guiseppe Mazzini
In conversation today, one of Sophie’s teacher’s referred to me as “stable”. She then elaborated to say that she knew she could count on me to be there, pick up what’s needed, make the necessary phone calls, etc. I know she meant it as a compliment.
I’ve always hated to be called stable. I wanted to be the girl who was exciting and adventurous and unpredictable. I was none of these things (unless I had PMS, then unpredictable would make an appearance). I wasn’t convinced that stability could keep a man happy or bring me lots of friends. It wouldn’t make me the “fun” mom, or the favorite aunt. Thankfully, I’ve learned to embrace it rather than fight it.
Stability is not what most make it out to be. It is not a euphemism for boring and predictable. It is a sense of constancy. It is the ability to feel the full breadth of emotions, and stay the course. It is letting your yes be yes, and your no be no. It is being what and who you promised to be.
Constancy keeps your husband sure that the vows you spoke will remain. It keeps your kids safe in knowing that they are loved, regardless. Constancy brings life to friendships that would sooner die if left to whim and fancy. If you must call me something, then please call me constant. I hear it is the complement of all other virtues.
Kimberly

Everyday magic


My youngest daughter is fascinated with the Barbie movies. If you have a little girl, then you know exactly which movies I’m referring to. Each one is filled with beauty and love, adventure and magic. They are a glittery pink fantasy, and truth be told I adore them too.

We watch them frequently in our house, and this morning was no exception. Sophie and I enjoyed Barbie and the Diamond Castle, and as I sat with her I was thinking of what draws me in. Myth and fantasy are an everyday sort of thing for most kids, but magic and fairytales were not a part of my experience as a child. I had a childhood that was deeply rooted in reality. Now as I experience fantasy through the eyes of a grown woman, I have the heart of a little girl who’s never believed a beauty could fight a magical battle against an evil force and win.
The more I watch these movies, the more I begin to believe. I believe that there is a mystery beyond what I can understand. There is magic in the ordinary if we look closely enough. The beauty can clothe herself in truth, take up a sword that speaks, and fight a winning battle. I believe that rocks may cry out, trees can clap their hands, a donkey may speak and a burning bush can be holy.
The unknown is dark and deep, a profound mystery of the Spirit. I know that Spirit moves on the flesh and mysteries and miracles result. They are all one. Fact and fiction, Spirit and flesh, miracle and mystery. Now, when I see a kiss turn a life upside down, an evil dragon defeated, or a beauty clothe herself in a magic gown, I believe.
Kimberly
Today I’m linking up to Chatting at the Sky for Tuesday’s Unwrapped. I found something extraordinary in the ordinary today. What did you find?