Yesterday my mom stopped over to help me with some projects and show off her new car! She took me for a ride and Martina McBride's song, this one's for the girls came on the radio. We laughed at how perfect it was to have that song playing as we drove off in her new red car!
I actually didn't know who Martina McBride was until I saw her perform at a benefit dinner last Spring. I haven't heard this song since then, but now I downloaded it onto my ipod:
Last week I had to complete something that was very difficult on many levels. As I read through it on my computer one last time before printing it, two orange and blue birds flew up to my window and sat on the ledge right next to me. These two little visitors sat inches from me, with only a window screen between us. They looked at me and moved their heads around and sat there for at least a minute. I felt like they were communicating with me. Maybe they wanted to tell me not to worry -- or maybe just "hi."
I painted a mini 3" x3" painting to remind me of my encounter.
I found this plaque at a little gift shop in Minneapolis. My Dad had this quote hanging up in his home office and I always thought, that's an obvious statement, what is so special about that saying?
I realize now that happiness and joy are often confused. Many "things" can make us happy for a short time (jobs, vacations, a new outfit or car...) but true joy can only be found in us. Thanks Dad, I think I get it now.