Monday, November 2, 2009

Sister Love

I just love spending time with my little sister, Birdie . She is such a bright, shiny, light in what can be my dark little world. Just venting with her and listening to her wisdom from her own experience in life is all I really need. Not every day, but often.


Sometimes I get wrapped so tight, she is the one who I let unravel all the little knots and tangles. I had a few going for me today. Birdie called and said she was headed into town and would I like to have coffee with her. Dumb question. I jumped at the opportunity to be with her for a change of pace.



We met at a new coffee place that was close to my house and had a delightful Latte and wonderful problem solving discussions. I tried not to seem too needy, but Birdie has insights that not too many people I know, have. She can use examples of situations that I can relate to. Let me just say that I sure wish there were more people in the world that think like Birdie does. I am a very lucky woman.

Birdie was talking about separating problems out and putting them on a shelf for later examination. It seems like each day, I have been adding stuff to that shelf and it is sort of overloading.
Just for today, I will take one off the shelf and deal with it. Not so easy, but if I examine it closely, maybe I can come up with a solution.

Oh...yes...that is one of my watercolors above. Too much fun making the froth on top all swirly. I have two gratitude's today and a promise.
1. I am grateful for my sister, Birdie.
2. I am grateful for this beautiful day of not sweating.

Promise: I promise to treat myself well today, food, exercise, painting.

1 comment:

Bird said...

Well sis! Am joyed to see you praise our relationship-steady as she goes-eh? You are sweet and insightful and help me more than you know. I even started my own blogspot b/c of you-getting out there-yes!I will be a follower of you as soon as I figure out how...My blogspot name is bird-greenlights or is it greenlights-bird? Anyway, is one of those. Today I am grateful for my sister! Now to the woods for writing, and conscious contact-o boy.