“Be Careful Little Mouths” – A Verbal Legacy Passed Down through Sunrises

I watched the sun rise this morning. My balcony faces west, toward the Everglades, and I can see the reflection of the morning sun in the facing sky. I love the silhouette of the palms in stark contrast to the soft pink sky. The fresh ocean breezes usually sweep right in over the spanish-style rooftops and provide the perfect accompaniment to the visual symphony. Today was no different. Another spectacular rendition. Both the coconut palms and traveller palms seemed to wave a welcome to the fuzzy pink as it strengthened and grew to a darker red. Marvelling at how something so simple could be so beautiful, I heard my Grandmother Betty’s voice echo, “Red skies in the morning, sailors take warning. Red skies at night, sailor’s delight.”

This saying is one of those things that has proven utterly non-functional in my life to date, but remains some of the dearest words of my childhood. I remember clearly when GMB would recite this little ditty to my cousins, siblings and me. No doubt it was a legitimate cautionary weather advisory passed down from years of fishing with her father and then sailing in the annual Mug Race on the St. John’s River. Because I adored her and because I have always wanted to be just like her, back then, I listened carefully as she stressed the importance this nautical lesson. Still a child, I imagined my adult self waking each morning to check the sky for signs of red. I made a mental note that this would be one of the important things about being a “grown up” along with balancing a check book and wearing corsages to church on Easter. I’m not sure if I thought I’d be yachting to work or living on an aircraft carrier, but dang! Making that daily determination was surely a sign of a grown woman!

These days, that red sky serves a very real purpose for me, assuming I have the luxury of catching a sunrise. In those brief moments before the heavy, pregnant red burns up into the early stages of blue, I am cautioned to think consciously about my day and what it will bring. Now that she is gone, her words serve as a call to live with purpose and determination and appreciate the wisdom that I carry with me from those who have helped shape me.

I wonder if she had any idea how that little phrase would become a part of her legacy. It has become a verbal tradition in our family, along with quite a few other choice tidbits. I also wonder what colloquialisms I will share with my grandchildren.

What interesting sayings or ideas helped shape you? What words will you be known for quoting and how do you think the next generation will apply your thoughts to their own lives?

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Attracting 10 Things I Love, Using The Secret

Grabbing a moment of clarity has never been easy. The challenges to daily reflection multiply like Hydra heads. Just getting up in the morning now feels like a monumental achievement. Is this really what the 30’s brings?

So, this morning, while I’m contemplating my metamorphosis into a cranky old hag, I test the cheese grits to make sure they are ready to serve. Ahhh…bliss! Creamy, comforting, sweet, sweet grits. Nevermind the fact that I’m immediately starting my day off kilter by taking that first bite. (Cause one bite of carbs never stays single for long.) Morning hair and glazed over eyes be damned! These babies just illicited a pure response of LOVE! I see a remnant of last night’s cookie baking, a paper bag, and get inspired to write on it.

About grits? Yes. Grits. Something. …anything…pen to paper…water & air. Argh!

So while my son, dives into his cheesy bowl of goodness,  guiltfree and with reckless abandonment I might add, I hopped onto the stool next to him and started a list. A list of ten things I love. Not the kind of list that you show off, so you list all the things you want your friends and followers to use in defining or branding you, but a true honest to goodness moment of soul glimpsing.

After two entries, I get proud of myself and start making a list of all the other lists I could make. Things that make me happy, things I hate, things I want…but wait im already missing the point. I stop and allow my son to jot down the beginning of a list of every 2013 video game and admonish him and myself to stop. Take a breath. Answer really truthfully. What do I love, love, love?  What do I want to attract more of in my life?

I realize that more than just being a good chance to practice discipline in writing daily,   this is an exercise in faith. My list of “hate” and “want” would surely fill up that lunch bag and then whatever else I could get my hands on. But focusing on love, what I love, not only brings me back to a place of gratitude,  but reminds me to reset my priorities and expectations for this day and for life.

My world can be a hell bound hand basket or a bowl of creamy grits. Only I can choose to acknowledge my ability to attract or put more of these listed things in my life. No one can tell me to do that and turn it into a real desire at that moment. It has to bubble up from within. Maybe due to being at a boiling point elsewhere in my life or just because its time to move on to the next step in the creative process. Baby steps. Grabbing the moment when it presents itself will be my salvation. At least until I figure out how to conjure up more existentialism at the stove.


Paper bag scribblings

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