I read a blog posted by my neighbour called “One Line at a Time”. In it she writes about striving to be the best that you can be ‘one line at a time’. She writes about change and how it can be hard. She leaves us with some tips that she feels are essential in accomplishing constructive change. One of those tips reads like this:
Stop living in the past. You cannot move on to the next chapter if you keep rereading the last one. No matter how many times you replay the past, it isn’t going to change.
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Wise words from a wonderful, talented, young woman with a heart of gold and a promising career ahead of her.
And now from my journal!
It was late Saturday evening when I arrived back home after spending a few weeks meandering around some of the most beautiful places in our Province of Newfoundland and Labrador. Every now and then I would check into Facebook to see and enjoy photos friends and family had posted from all over this province, country and beyond. Beautiful! Everyone seems to be having such fun and enjoying summer. Me too!
I haven’t stopped much. In the past few weeks I’ve been to Middle Cove, Outer Cove, Sandy Cove, Eastport, Cobb’s Pond, Long Harbour, Back Harbour, Twillingate, Benton, Gander Bay, Gander River, the Grand Falls, the Bishop’s Falls. And nope, not one darned picture to show for it. How stunned is that!
Now for some quiet time to just ‘be’.
So My Day Went Like This
A note from my sister brings a good news update as I thought of the past week, the present moment and the day ahead. My son sends me a photo of a bottle of stout bringing smiles and memories of another time. Then a message from another sister tells of our nephew’s adventures as he ferries an aircraft to the Marshall Islands and off I go, living out my dreams of far away lands.
Watching the sun rise, reading with the flies, writing, a new card made, a walk with the dog, church service (late getting there of course), reaching out to the past, stopping to remember, visits with family, supper with a cousin, Sydney Street Stout from a distance, midnight snack (lemon pie and coffee) on the beach, and then on to Honolulu and Pearl Harbour. A quiet Sunday!
Each moment was a moment lived. It encompassed the changes, embracing the past, the present and the future. It was a time to just “be”.
A beautiful sunrise
The calm of the river
The haunting call of a loon
Looking back
Looking forward
Dreaming dreams
Living in the present
Sometimes it’s just about ‘being’
© 2018 Beulah Peyton Bouzane. All rights reserved.
Awesome read Beulah! You sure have a way with words! It makes you to want to keep reading!
Thank you so much, Rita. I never quite know where a thought will take me when I start to write. Deciding when to stop is always a tough one. That it leaves you wanting more is probably the best compliment ever.