Why Do I Feel So Downcast?

“Why are you downcast, oh my soul?” (Psalm 42:5)

The Psalmist must have written this in the seasons between Winter and true Spring. Or at least that is what I feel about this present season.

I am not a lover of Winter, but at least the snow was pretty.

It rained recently and so the snow is gone. As I take my walk, I slip and slide in the muck. My mind goes to the verses about God taking us out of the miry clay. Hmm, that could describe this season as well.

The shift of seasons….

Transitions….

The hurry up and wait….

These are the emotions swirling within me as I take my daily walk.

Truly, I have no reason to be so glum. I have such a blessed life.

Last month, I started a practice of writing down all that I am grateful for each day. It is the way I start my day. I also do a short meditation time with some music playing in the background. This helps to calm and still the racing thoughts in my head.

As I stand on the bluff, I ponder walking down to the river. I grumble as I realize that if I had gone the other direction the path would have been so much easier.

Decisions….

A heavy sigh….

Well, I am here now, so I might as well go ahead I tell myself.  All the while I’m praying I don’t fall and get hurt. Again!

Oh yes, where is the beauty? Is that not my ‘mantra’ – this idea of finding beauty everywhere.

As I make it to the riverside, I pause now. The gentle flow of the river already is calming my mind and I already feel lifted up.

I look up at the grey clouds and suddenly see a small break in the clouds all the way to the beautiful blue I so love. I am reminded of a prayer prayed many years ago about the sky and God’s answer. More on that another time. But even now as I remember, I find myself smiling.

I have a tight time schedule today so I don’t stay long. I turn to walk back up the hill.

I see a glimpse of purple in the brown grass.

I draw closer….

Flowers…. A bunch of wildflowers!!

Look at them! It is almost like they are smiling up so pleased to be in full bloom.

Ah, there is the beauty! 

Surrounded by brown deadish grass they certainly stand out!

I pause again and a song comes to mind, “Consider the Lilies”.

Now the verse also comes to mind:

“Consider how the wildflowers grow”, says Jesus, “they do not toil or spin, yet I tell you that Solomon in all his splendor – not even he was dressed like one of them.” (Luke 12:27)

My mind is reset.

The final steps back to the apartment are lighter somehow.

Smiling….

At peace….

Why so downcast in my soul? I took my eyes off the beauty. I forgot my own desire of seeking beauty.

Transitions….

Yes, it is not quite Spring yet no longer Winter. Today I have learned that even in this time of transition I can still find beauty.

“You will find me when you seek me with all your heart.”

How Do You Find Beauty in Brokenness?

Shattered.

Broken.

Discarded.

A purpose had been served and it was no longer important. Cast aside.

For years it just tossed in the ocean until settling off the shores of an Island where it lay in the peacefulness of the waves. Unsure of its purpose, it lay there hoping and reflecting color when the sun would shine upon it.

A lady walked the shore. She was broken. Shattered emotionally. Felt discarded. In her walks she noticed the different colors of glass and decided to collect them.

Now the lady had a purpose. The broken glass was treated to many baths and polishing and then set into a necklace.

Miles away another lady yearned for the ocean. She found herself landlocked and unable to travel. Thanks to Zoom she met the lady who lived on this island and soon learned of the jewelry being created.

The necklace was bought and when it arrived the new owner waited for the best celebration before she wore it.

After many months, she found herself back at the ocean and she knew this was the moment. She removed the necklace from the box and hung it around her neck. Then she strolled out to the beach.

I am that second lady. Now when I am missing my ocean, I take out the necklace and wear it. And when I do I remember that the ocean does exist. I also remember that we all have a beauty to share. (To find out more about this beautiful “ocean jewelry”, click here.)

The discarded bottle collected by the broken woman has brought beauty to the landlocked lady who wore it back at the ocean. And now even though the ocean remains far away, it is very close to me when I reach for it.

The verse of Isaiah 61:3 comes to mind:

    and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
    instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
    instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
    instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
    a planting of the Lord
    for the display of his splendor.

This is what I want for everyone – to feel that connection. To know they have a purpose. That even though perhaps once discarded they can be restored and shine once again.

Redeemed.

90 Day Challenge to “Spark Yr Beauty”!

Depression. Yes, it comes to me when the leaves on the trees start to fall. I know it triggers a memory from a long time ago. In some ways it is ok as it is a time to remember and give thanks, even though it was a moment in time that changed how I viewed everything in the world.

As it seemed the darkness and heaviness was not lifting as it usually did by the end of October, I looked for books to read, music to listen to, podcasts to play and yes even prayer.

You know that one of the symptoms of the current global disease is a loss of the sense of smell and taste. I had that, not because of the disease, but just about life. And it really did not make sense to me.

You know the movies where the person is out in the woods trying to start a fire in the pouring rain and barely getting a spark? That’s how I was feeling.

With the holidays coming, there are a lot of emotions and memories and sometimes it is not the way we want it to go. Last year was in the top 5 of worst Christmas’ ever in my life.

I had been reading about the importance of doing something for 90 days and how this is a way to create a new habit. There is difference of opinion on this, but it seems that 90 days of consistency will often provide this result.

So I started a ‘challenge’ – 90 Days to Spark Yr Beauty. It would take me from the beginning of November through to the end of January. And then I would be on my way into the New Year.

At the time of this writing we are on week 6. I already feel a shift in my being. I see a glimpse of a light that is ready to shine. The spark is certainly there, but it is still just an ember needing the extras to keep it going – oxygen, kindling, and gentle fanning.

While the advertised idea was not as exciting for those I invited, I am excited about where this is going. In fact, at the end of January, come back and I will tell you about the next project and how you can be involved. For now, let’s remember that if we reach out to get help, someone will reach for us. And then we can reach back to help those behind. Together we can make this world a beautiful place as we become igniters of beauty!

It is Never Too Late to Pursue a Dream!

In the Disney story “Cinderella” there is a song that I continue to sing. It starts with one of the mice asking Cinderella, “What is a dream?” Her answer comes as a song: “A dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep.”

There have been many retellings of this story. But the common theme remains in that a young girl is living a life that she is trying to make the best of it, but she believes there could be something more.

Is it ok to dream? I mean it was a common pastime of my childhood. My mother would always say to me, “Jilly, you are such a day dreamer!” I wonder now when that changed? Or what happened that when I started reading stories like Cinderella, I began to believe that it is just that – a fairy tale.

Let’s face it, how many of us as children dreamed of finding a ‘handsome prince’ or riding off into the sunset? Or had some romantic idea of how life would look like when we ‘got older’.

I must admit that a few years ago I started to think about retirement. Turning 60 makes it feel that much closer and yes, I’m now a few years past that.

Is it too late to dream? To have ideas of where I want this next season of life to go?

I don’t believe so. There may be some dreams that I will need to let go of (being Miss Teen Canada for example is no longer an option). There may be other dreams that have come true but perhaps did not look like the on-screen version. Back to Cinderella – did you know that of all the fairy tales, it is the one that has been most ‘re-told’ of the more common tales? Movies, books, musicals – and even at the center of Disneyworld and Disneyland is her famous castle.

If you did not know, there is a new Cinderella movie about to be released at the time of this article. The preview on it asks a few questions like: “Do we really need another Cinderella movie?” “How many versions can you name and how many have you seen?” “What makes this storyline so popular?” (Click here for the answers to these questions.)

One conclusion is that there is an uplifting theme throughout the movie. From Whitney Houston telling Brandy that nothing is impossible to Lily James’ final words to her stepmother “I forgive you”, the theme of kindness rules and in the end, life is made beautiful because of it. And so that is my reason for wanting to be a modern Cinderella if you will. No, I do not have the same story line, but I do have dreams. And you are a part of making that dream come true – together let’s start by sparking the beauty that is within us and let’s bring about kindness and love to this world that so much needs a happy ending!

“Magic Mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”

I grew up with these stories – or fairy tales as they have been known. Walt Disney took some of them and turned the story into something a little more pleasant than the original stories – or at least that is my understanding.

The next few blogs on my website are going to be around the ‘fairy tales’ that I grew up with. I will look at how they shaped my childhood and young adult life, and this journey I am on regarding finding – redefining beauty.

So, the quote above of course is from the story of Snow White. The story starts out quite sad. A woman longs to have a child, but not any woman, she is a queen. She would have had the duty to her husband and the kingdom to provide an heir. Sadly, after giving birth, she dies and her husband the king gets remarried. Spoiler alert: if you have never read the story, you quickly find out that his second wife has the desire to be the most beautiful in all the land.

Without telling the entire story, what I see now as an adult is that throughout the story this woman has a few issues with who she is. Remember that she is the queen, so that should mean she has the things that I use to think would be nice to have – money, maids, hosting events, a big house (castle).

It is surprising to learn though that she is lacking in self confidence. One learning point might be that you can have all the money and the good things of life and still not have a good self image? How I know this is part of her problem is that she must go to a magic mirror every day to make sure she is still “the fairest in the land”. I mean I get it – affirmations from someone are certainly helpful.

But the problem arises when suddenly the answer is, “I’m sorry, but there is someone else that is now in top place. I want to stop here and talk about comparison. Because this aligns with my entire mission when it comes to redefining beauty.

Comparison…  

Who decides who is the best? Do we take a random poll on Instagram and hope for the best?

How is it decided who is the most popular? And even further, does that make it the ‘top’ just because of someone’s polling system?

Obviously, I don’t have a magic mirror like the queen in the story. However, there were times I may have been taught growing up that looking like one person was ‘better’ than looking like this other person. The result has been that as an adult I seem to still be influenced by this concept of comparison.

Think of how fashion dictates what we wear and how we wear our hair. A few weeks ago, I did a “Throw back Thursday” picture of some famous people and how the way they did their hair became the way everyone did their hair.

And don’t get me started to talk about ‘weight’. I don’t know what size is the ‘best’ size, but I do know that I am in the ‘average’ for my age and city. Not by any scale, but by the fact that they never have my size on any clearance rack or in any of the second hand stores I frequently go to.

I did not grow up wanting to be Snow White, or her queen for that matter.  However, I did and still do have issue with looking in the mirror, except to make sure my face is clean, nothing is in my teeth, and that my hair is not sticking up.

I do find something even more interesting in this story though that I want to leave you to ponder. I wonder if the ‘fairest in all the land” was actually a different kind of ‘beauty’ because Snow White was caring and loving and kind (or so the story goes). And the reason the queen lost her position was because she became jealous and vain and bitter.

So, until next time – as you are considering sparking your beauty – recognize that it is in the loving and caring of ourselves and showing the same kindness and love to others that true beauty shines.

At least that is the way I see it in my magic mirror!

Until next time, this is me…helping you…Spark Yr Beauty!

Bloom Where You Are Planted.

Flowers by the road

I had to stop to take pictures of these flowers. They are growing wild and free along the side of the road. In gravel. One in particular seemed to be reaching out to say, “Hello.” Actually, by zooming in, there are a few reaching toward the road as if to say, “Hello, I am here.” I wonder how many thousands of people pass them by without even noticing.

I feel that sometimes in life we are so focused on something that we miss what is right in front of us. I have felt that more this week as the temperature drops, and the season of summer is showing signs of ending.

The choice of where the seed ended up during germination might have seemed like happenstance. No matter.  The flower decided the purpose of its life was to bring beauty for a season.

I like that. In fact, when I get out in nature, I notice a theme that aligns with all this discussion around beauty.

The Heavens declare the glory of God. (Used by permission.)

Another picture I want to share is from a friend (Katrina McGillvry) who has given me permission to use it here. I don’t know about you, but my soul is touched – sparked – ignited – just by looking at the photo.

I was part of a singing group in my teen years, and one of the women wrote a song based on Psalm 19 – “the firmament shows forth the handiwork of God.”

And truly that is what we are. This beauty that I talk about is exactly that. The radiance that is within us that many of us hide from the world.

But back to my flower picture – can you imagine if this flower said, “Gee, no one is noticing me.” Or wondered, “Why am I way over here when there are others over there in that lush land?” So, my question for you this week is this: Is your inner beauty the result of someone ‘noticing’ you? Or is your value based on being noticed? Hmm… reflect on these questions, and then share your thoughts in the Comment Box below.

Until next time, this is me…helping you…Spark Yr Beauty!

What is Your Favorite Color?

There is a movie that our family has enjoyed watching more than once where there is a very funny scene. In order to cross a bridge, you have to answer correctly three questions. One of the questions is “What’s your favorite color?” The humor in the movie is that one of the knights says “blue” because he heard the knight before him say that. But then he changes his answer to “yellow” and is thrown off the bridge.

My favorite color is blue.

You may already know that blue is one of the three primary colors, but did you know:

  • A blue room increases work production.
  • The deeper shades of blues specifically will induce calm and peace within us
  • It is the least common color of foods that we eat (are blue berries blue or purple?)
  • Only 8% of people have blue eyes.
  • It is the most popular color when surveys have been done.

(Above is according to Google.)

This article goes on to state an interesting fact about blue saying: “Blue is the most loved color by humans being preferred by more than 35% of world’s population…surprising because blue also happens to be the rarest occurring natural color.”

As we look at the ideas surrounding beauty, color is something that we all have an opinion on. As I said, my favorite color is blue. So if I am looking at something or someone, should they be wearing blue or have blue eyes or be standing near blue, my opinion may be swayed just because of my love of blue.

Now I want you to remember what we’ve been talking about with word association and meaning. (See previous posts.) As I talk about ‘blue’, you likely have a shade or two in your mind that you are ‘seeing’. And this is again my point. My blue in my mind could be the color of the ocean on a clear day. Or perhaps it is the blue of a hydrangea flower. And which of us is correct in saying which is the most beautiful?

Until next time, your task is to take note of when you see something that you say is beautiful and see if there is a color aspect to your determining it’s beauty. Click on the Comment Box below and share what you discovered.

This is me…helping you…Spark Yr Beauty!

How Do We Define What is ‘Normal’?

As the youngest of four, it felt like I would barely go a few days without someone saying to me “Act your age”. Some people would even say, “Act your age not your shoe size.” Or “Could you be normal for five minutes?”

For the past few months, I have heard this word ‘normal’ tossed around a lot. I am in network marketing, so I am on social media sometimes more than perhaps is healthy. I am selective about what I read or to whom I follow. Even at work people talk about “when things get back to normal”.

I often need to bite my tongue since my mother-in-law gave me an Erma Bombeck book that talked about “Normal is just a setting on your dryer”. (If you haven’t read her writings, get a copy.)

So far in the blog, I have written about perceptions that influence how we define such things as beauty and the meanings we give to words based on our culture and world view.

I can attest to the fact that it would not be normal for me, as old as I am, to have what is called a temper tantrum. Society has taught we need to always remain calm and use our words with grace and charm.

Now, what went through your mind as you read that last paragraph? Do you agree? Or did you just come home after driving on the freeway and have someone ride your bumper because you were going the ’acceptable speed’ above the speed limit, and they want to push you off because they want to go faster. When you finally moved over and gave them room, did they glare at you because you were following the law? Isn’t it strange that this is now almost considered a normal event on the way home during rush hour?

Or did you reach for the last sale item in the store just as someone else did and you both stand there trying to decide who ‘deserves’ to get it?

I do know that ‘at my age’, for me to lay on the floor in Superstore and cry because they are out of my favorite ice cream is not considered a ‘normal’ or appropriate response.

When I’m with my grandchildren and they get upset, my kiddos have suggested that we use the following phrase: “Use your words to tell me what is happening that has upset you?” I marvel at the way this often works and through the tears and sobs the words are spoken. I marvel because you know what? When I get upset, I don’t always know the words to use.

I resign myself to say that I am not sure I can properly define what is ‘normal’ and it sounds a little boring to me. I prefer to think like Vincent Van Gogh, “Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.”

I resign myself to say that I am not sure I can properly define what is ‘normal’ and it sounds a little boring to me. I prefer to think like Vincent Van Gogh when he said,

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

Vincent Van Gogh

Now, where’s the beauty in that?

Until next time, this is me…helping you…Spark Yr Beauty!

And What is Your Name?

If any of you are familiar with Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, then you are likely to be aware of the famous lines Juliet says, “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by another other name would smell as sweet.”

So today I want to talk about how the name by which you are called may have an influence on your self-image and perhaps even your self-esteem.

When someone announces they are going to have a baby one of the common questions arises “Have you chosen a name?” It might surprise you to know that in my over 30 years of experience as a Maternity Nurse, many couples do not have a name ready when the child arrives. Some want to wait and look at the baby first to make sure that it looks like a “James” or “Olivia”. But in general, most will have an assortment of names chosen for various reasons.

Some people look at the meaning of the name. Some are cautious about what the initials might ‘spell’. Some give a name that is passed on from a previous generation.

Because the purpose of my blog is to share my story of my ‘transformation’ when it comes to my beliefs about beauty, I want to now share with you a bit of a story surrounding my name.

My parents believed in the importance of giving their children a name of someone that was significant within the family. My eldest brother received the first name of my mother’s brother who died in WWII, and his middle name is the family name that had been passed on from the previous generation. He was the fourth generation in Canada to hold that name. My second brother was given the name of the favored uncle of my father who also died too young, and he was given the middle name of a poet whose writing my mother enjoyed. My sister came next, and she was to be the last, so my parents got creative. Her first name was Rose after my mom’s mom and Anne after my dad’s mom and they spelled it Rosanne. Her middle name was my mother’s name.

As the story goes, when 4 ½ years later Mom was pregnant, the name John William was chosen – this incorporated my father’s name as well as my mother’s father’s name. However, when I was born, John William did not seem to suite a girl so “Jill” I became. My mother told me that I was named after a young teenager who often babysat my siblings. Her name was Jill MacKinnon and she died from meningitis quite suddenly just days before I was born. Apparently, the middle name was a bit of a struggle between my parents. My father’s choices were Jill Margaret or Barbara Jill. My mother was looking thru a book and saw a picture of Lake Louise (in Alberta) and so Jill Louise I became!

OK stay with me because you may be wondering – what does this have to do with redefining beauty?

My self-image was affected by my name. It is Jill. Plain and simple. And I often said to people, “no it is not short for Jillian – it is just Jill plain and simple.” Now I wonder 6 decades later how repeating “plain and simple” affected how I saw myself. When I looked up to see how popular Jill was in the year I was born it ranked 98/100. I don’t remember what source I would have used since Google was not even invented yet (yes, I’m that old ha ha). Well at least I made the list right, and I was not the ‘last’.

And here is the thing. My name “Jill” became so special to me when my mother said, “Your father loved that name.” (My father died when I was 10.)

One more point on names is this – in 1989 I did change my name to “Mama” (or Mumzie and Mum as my sons now call me). It was the sweetest name to hear (and still warms my heart to see in a message) until 2015 when I became “Nana” to our first granddaughter.

Ah yes, the power of a name. It can affect how we see ourselves. What does this have to do with beauty? Well, here is the thing: part of self-love is accepting the name you were given.

For me, when I think of the meaning of my name “Jill” (youthful spirit), I have to say it does spark something inside me. But more on that in another writing.

Until next time, remember this – you are like the rose of Juliet’s words – regardless of the legal name you carry – a rose by any other name still carries the beauty and aroma of the flower in full bloom!

When Coffee Really Means Tea

My husband is a linguist, so I have it on good authority that various cultures give different meanings to similar words and phrases. Society, culture, family of origin, environment – these all affect how we define a word. Here is an example.

If I call you on the phone and say, “Let’s go out for coffee,” would you think we were meeting up at a place like Starbucks? Or is the main meaning that we will meet up for a ‘quick snack’, with a timeframe that is usually understood to be shorter rather than longer than if I said, “Let’s meet up for dinner”?

Speaking of dinner, if you are asked to “come for dinner,” be sure you ask what time of day. I grew up with ‘dinner’ being the noon meal and ‘supper’ the evening meal.

Let’s get back to the idea of beauty. Think of the things that are generalized as being beautiful without exception – newborns, brides, puppies, kittens, bloomed roses, a sky with no clouds, a calm sea, or even the one you love the most.

Myth buster moment: not all these things are beautiful to everyone who sees them. Remember the exercise that is on my home page? (If you did not do it, perhaps go back before reading onwards). The word ‘beauty’ in and of itself creates a meaning because we give it that meaning based on a lot of beliefs.

In relation to the beauty of a woman, Audrey Heburn has been quoted to say,

“The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way that she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It’s the caring that she lovingly gives and the passion she shows. And the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years.”

https://www.goalcast.com/2017/06/13/top-28-audrey-hepburn-quotes-to-open-your-heart/

As the author of this blog, this is what I am learning. That inside each of us is a beauty that gets hidden. I will write more about this in the coming days, but for now let’s pause here with a simple exercise.

My challenge for you this week is to find three people and say to them, “You are beautiful!” (Perhaps the first person should be the one you see in the mirror.)

Until next time, this is me…helping you…Spark Yr Beauty!