There will be something – anguish or elation – that is peculiar to this day alone.  I rise from sleep and say:  Hail to the morning!  Come down to me, my beautiful unknown.            – Jessica Powers

Isn’t it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about?  It just makes me feel glad to be alive – it’s such an interesting world.  It wouldn’t be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it?  There’d be no scope for imagination then, would there? – L. M. Montgomery

Brimming over with enthusiasm feels so delightful – and a little frightening!  As I am saying ‘yes’ to what is presented to me in this life, things seem to be unfolding more quickly, more surprisingly, more deliciously.  When I am trying to keep up with everyone and everything else, I miss the joys of the simple unfolding.  I want to relish the present and allow the unfolding to happen as it will, it will happen in perfect timing.

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An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.

‘I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.’

The old woman smiled, ‘Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.’

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.

You’ve just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.

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Makes me nuts when I can’t figure things out (quickly).

I hate wasting time doing things that take waaay longer than I think they should.  If I had any sense, I’d just stop and come back to the project later – or better yet, find someone who really knows how to do the things I need done and ask them do it.

I’m really grateful to Adam Kayce of Bright Coconut for his help, but mostly for his patience…especially on days like this!  I want to be more hands on with this website, but that learning curve, without Adam, would be nightmarish for me!

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