Monday, January 19, 2015

the choices we make

It’s quiet and warm in here.  

The floors are covered in rich thick wood with darker shades of uneven grain.  The walls are soft and creamy.  

Someone took care in choosing the furniture and positioning the accessories.  The black and white picture of the boat resting on the edge of a lake is my favorite.  It hangs above a small black chest with a bowed front and curved legs that look like they might begin dancing at any moment.  The color of the five little candles lining the buffet table is lovely too.  It reminds me of the ocean.

Comfort
beauty
stillness
silence
surround me.  

I sit alone occasionally shifting my eyes towards the window-lined wall where I can see a pond in the distance.  Along it's curving shore bare trees stand tall with the hills hidden behind them.  It looks warm for a winter day.  The sky is a powdery blue with clouds like pulled cotton above the trees.  Below the windows is a swimming pool that I can not see.  I know it's there.  The evidence is in the dancing glow of the sun's reflection on the ceiling.  

It could be just another day, 
just another place, 
just another time to sit and write…
or it could be magical 
and grand 
and abundantly more than I deserve.  

I could choose to close my eyes and walking blindly through this day or open them wide to the gifts poured over and around and into me. 
I could choose to feel burdened by the heaviness that life hands us or set free by the beauty that surpasses it all.

I could choose carelessness
but I’d rather choose celebration.

I could choose to be indifferent
but I’d rather choose to be inspired.


Those choices make all the difference.
Those choices give me breath...
and breath gives me life.

We closed ticket sales for The Breathing Room :: Charlotte last night and if you are one of the 90 women who will be joining us on Sunday - I can't wait to see your face!  Eeeeekkkk!!  {I am trying to contain my excitement.  Ok...not really.}

If you couldn't make it this time, that's alright.  You can still come along for the ride as we explore what it means to choose to breathe deeper breaths and live deeper lives.  We will be chronically much of our journey on our Facebook page and via social media using these hashtags - 
#mybreathingroom
#TBRCLT
We would love for you to join in the conversation and the community!  That's what The Breathing Room is really all about.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Sunday, January 4, 2015

saying our goodbyes

The sun through the breakfast room window warmed everything but my toes.  
They are perpetually cold.  
It was a tease because I new that the January air on the other side of the glass I was propped up against was chilling.  I had to squint to see through the sun’s rays and through the overgrown oak tree to where they were jumping on the trampoline.  They giggled and ran and skipped and fell down flat on their backs grinning at the sky.  
Friendship.
At six years old it is already important to her.
It's important to me too.

Monday, December 22, 2014

the christmas song i dedicate to you

It was the darn Star Wars pajamas.
The only reason I entered into the holiday mall madness was for the Star Wars pajamas.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

the breathing room :: the music

Today's words are not my own.  They belong to my dear friend and Breathing Room partner, Emily.  You're gonna love her as much as I do...

Thursday, December 11, 2014

the breathing room :: the message {connect-the-dots}

Did you ever do connect-the-dots pictures as a kid?
Remember how the page was covered with all these seemingly random dots and then as you traced your pencil carefully along them in the proper order an image began to form?

Friday, December 5, 2014

the breathing room :: truth

You will know the truth and the truth will set you free.
Now that's a statement that opens up my lungs to find their breathing room again.  Ever wondered what the truth actually sets you free from?