Timed Rhythm

If you are just starting your life, just old enough to read, or in your 30s and still not sure where life will lead you, this was written just for you .  It is not a direction or a necessity, just a word of wisdom:  Set a goal and GO! Goals don't have to be daunting.   A wise person once told me that the best goal is one that you can accomplish.   Make goals that you can attain.   It is an AMAZING feeling to reach a goal.  It is an accomplishment!  It is success!  There is joy in knowing that you have mastered something, and reached an end and WON!  Goal setting is a beautiful thing masterfully designed by the individual setting it.    The best thing about goal setting is that you are in control.  This is also the hardest thing.   If your goal is too big, you set yourself up for failure; too small and you find it boring to reach for. Life Lesson #103:  Name your purpose by setting goals and seei...

Today there is no school because it snowed an inch and everyone in the Portland Metro area panics when there are white flakes on the ground.   It becomes chaos; shops close; roads are empty; traffic stops; schools all shut down; even the snowman go into hiding (mainly because they were never made in the first place because there isn't enough snow.)  If anyone ever has bad dandruff, and enters a coffee shop, the music stops, and everyone runs to their car.   Mind you, this is not because of the dandruff (that would be no big deal; dandruff happens).  It is the deep FEAR of snow that creates the mass exodus. Okay...the truth is that when it snows the temperature usually hovers around freezing, bouncing the ground back and forth between melting and frozen...which does give reason for concern.  Chaos, no.  Concern...okay. As I sit her in my slippers, watching the snowman I made stare at me (yes I made a snowman; it took seriously ALL the snow in t...

It's funny how life moves.   It rolls and flows, ripples and drips, meanders and races.  There is no predicting its motion except knowing that it will continue.  We expect, and are surprised to find MORE; we want and then receive only to find that our desire is not what is good or even truly wanted.   We think, but do not conclude; laugh but do not know why; we dance without steps and swim in circles without direction.  We are free after all!  However, with freedom comes choice.  (my least favorite part). I am that person who stands in the toothpaste aisle for 20 minutes considering which toothpaste to buy.  Maybe the one I've been using isn't the best?  Maybe a new one would be better for my teeth?  Maybe my parents innocently lead me astray by giving me a poor toothpaste as a child?  Considering they are all in the same aisle...doesn't one have to be better than the next?  If that is the case, isn't another better...

I love writing, and always have.   Mostly my writing is personal and kept private, or not personal and kept private, or shared with select few, privately, of course.  Recently I stumbled upon 4 blogs (surprise!) that I had started at different times in my life, and I have filtered out the OVERLY private, and left the personal me, combined them into one simple blog, and labeled it "Meeting Amy."   There is no perfection here or even specific structure.  It is just a bit of the random musings of an imperfect soul who desires to be organized, and sometimes makes that happen!   (side note:  when I am organized I rock at it...or rather impress myself later in hind sight.   Perhaps this is because my personal norm is not very impressive?  Or perhaps I actually rock at it!  So much in life is up to interpretation ;)

I was made to write.  Perhaps we all are.  We are made to share our lives with others...there is comfort and release in sharing through written word.  One could say that writers hide behind their words, but I would argue that for some, words swallow them up when left unwritten, and so the only way to escape being lost is to ride the wave of words out of their soul and onto the page. I wrote since I was young, but mostly in lyrical form.  I sang to the mountains, the trees, and the feathers that I would randomly find on my long gallivants through the backyard.  I sang to the wind, with the wind, against the wind and leaning into the wind for support.  I danced and wrote and gave my words to the universe to hear.  Strangely, in all my sharing, I never expected a return of words.  However, I often heard an answer anyway. Sometimes it is that as we bear our soul, we hear ourselves for the first time.  For within our words there lives a s...

We dream a lot as youth, dancing in the winds of time.  Thinking that days are long, and seconds are as long as the days of elders.  Now we are the elders.  We are the elder.  We are old.  I have become the person I used to gawk at in surprise about their age and how they could have lasted so long.  "You are 32?" I seem to remember saying once (or twice) to an innocent lady in a store somewhere in my long-past youth.  "Wow.  You are OLD!" Now, as I embrace this newly experienced 'oldness,' I realize that I was wrong as a child.  I was, after all, inexperienced and immature at the young age of 12, and would have had no solid knowledge of what 'old' really meant. The ironic thing is that I REMEMBER the feeling of judging age.  I remember looking at the 22 year-old at the restaurant and thinking that they were 'getting up there in age,' (an expression borrowed from my grandmother, I'm sure). And now, here I am.  Approaching ...

I love music. I play music, sing music, make music, remember music, associate life through music. Today I returned to my music for an evening and remembered how much of my life is tied up into the songs and notes I write. I can remember the time, trials, heartaches and passions of life while playing through my songbook. Why is music so powerful? Self Lesson #101: Record the best moments of living.