So the first few lines I wrote for my obituary, which I guess is more like a eulogy, was "Marie was like the Little Engine. She could because she tried. She wasn't the best at anything - being a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a friend, but boy did she try. She loved the life she and her husband created. Her home was special to her because you could see nature inside and out. She appreciated the artful things that she and others created, marveling that each piece could not have been created before nor would they be created again and that the possibilities were and are infinite."Today, when I look back at these sentences I wrote weeks ago, I think: 1. Thank you Mom and Dad for reading to me, including the Little Engine that Could. 2. I was so nervous taking a mosaics class and the first night my hands fumbled around the materials and the tools. But still *God/Spirit moved me to buy my own tools, go back and keep trying. This included trying to recognize that my gifts will never create what someone else in the class created. But with encouragement from the Spirit within to try and try again, there were some amazing works created by the teacher and all levels of students, including the new ones like me.
Reflective questions:
1. What are you thankful for?
2. What things have you failed at creating? Is it worth trying again? Could it be that you are moving through the failures to get to the successes?
3. What does God* want you to know about this (ask directly, God what do you want me know)?
4. Is it time to add your obituary to your journal?
* I use the term God as a universal term. You may decide that Great Spirit, Allah, Higher Power, etc. better suits you for today. It is not for me to decide.
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