Look at what showed up on my doorstep today!
I’m pretty sure I love power tools more than my husband, considering he had this sitting around his office at work for two years and asked me today if I was interested in having it!
Are you kidding! If the way to a man’s heart is food then the way to my heart is a multi-functional power tool. Hell yeah, bay-bay!!
I’ve looked at knock-off Dremels for at least a year, debating on buying one, trying to find a convincing enough reason I just had to have it. So now that I have this sweet one in my arms I am convinced I have to put it to use ASAP!
I wonder if he’ll find any metal fabrication tools sitting around anytime soon!? And maybe a nice welder? Oh, a pottery wheel and kiln wouldn’t be bad either.
Anyone up for a Dremel Challenge! : )
This recent addition is definitely lifting my spirits.
Edit: oh no, I hope this is not something subconscious coming to the fore. I just read what I wrote and I did not mean I love power tools more than my husband. I meant, I love power tools more than my husband loves power tools, ha. Whoops! Freud, get lost!
Mary and Max. I might be the last person on the face of this planet to watch this film, seeing as how there are 1,250,000 views on YouTube of its original trailer (and at least two handfuls of awards!). But for the chance that I’m not the last one, I’m compelled to share about it here. [And if you haven’t seen it, then I am sure you are not the last one either. But you might want to look this one up to be sure you don’t become that person!]
Ok, so I really liked it. I’m not a great reviewer, but I am fantastic at exclaiming, “You must see this!” I have to admit that I didn’t see a few parts because I had to run out of the room for other things a few times, but the film was so good that I plan on watching the whole thing again just to catch the small bits I missed. There is also the chance that I’m adoring Mary and Max so much because they got me/my life so well in certain ways. So if you watch it and don’t like it, don’t blame me. You’ve been informed. And me/my life is not always completely normal. ; ) Make of it what you will!
As a disclaimer I would say this is an animation I would definitely reserve for adult, or at least mature teen viewers. It’s not exactly one to pop in for the kids on Saturday morning cartoon fest. ; )
FYI: I watched Mary and Max on Netflix, so if you have access to their instant streaming movies you’re in luck!
I’d love to hear if you’ve already seen this, or if you haven’t… what you thought about it after you’ve had the chance!
Today during Shavasana at the end of my yoga class we (the class) were guided into a place we dream of, any place we’d like.
I have my place. I know right where it is. It’s actually somewhere I’ve had the grace to really sit, even though I had seen it inside me before I was ever there in person.
When I found my place…that special place in the world that is just mine…I knew it. It was the place I had escaped to for years. It was like a working of faith.
But my place in the world is a really small space in the grand scheme of things. And when I place myself back in that special place in the world that’s mine, the scope is usually just enough for me to cram myself into it, barely. I can rarely see anything around me or even see myself. The surrounding areas are dark and I don’t have access to the full picture. I get a very limited view, but I’m always excited this place is open to me at all (in my mind.)
Today something was different. My place, the workings of my faith changed and opened up. The story grew.
I was on my rock in the meadow, woods all around. And then I got up and started to move. And bears (my most feared animal and creature of nightmares) started coming to the edge of the woods where my place in the meadow begins. They came and they would not cross over into my meadow. They stood and watched me. The bears couldn’t get me…Why? Because I was dancing. I danced in the fear and the joy was enough to stun them into awe. They could only watch me…and never eat me. I was stronger than the fear. I knew they were there and I still danced. I danced and leapt and swung myself around and I ran and jumped like a giddy little girl. My body knew no pain.
At the end of this sort of meditation, one more piece of the picture appeared in the frame: People who have hurt me.
Those people, like the bears at the edge of the woods, could not get me. They could only watch in utter amazement at the life of me.
And I….I could only be free.
Seeing Eye to Eye
This is how I feel right now.
I had therapy last night.
My second therapy session last night was in my car where I felt all the things. Alone.
I said “Oh my God,” a lot. And cried a little.