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Get Yer Hillbilly On Pep Talk

Sj’s Pep Talk Debut

Aloha,

An idea’s been brewing in my noggin for a bit.

Sj’s Pep Talks.

What the heck’s an Sj’s Pep Talk?

It’s me talking candidly on a topic I’ve chosen. Unscripted. Off-the-cuff, and from the heart.

Deep inside of me (and not always so DEEP inside : ) is a natural cheerleader. A natural encourager. A voice which loves to yell, “Go for it!”

Go for it! Go for your dream, whatever it is!

And I mean it; I really, really do.

Go for your dream. It’s time. NOW. : )

And so, after talking to two new friends–one in Hawaii and one in Cambodia–I realized it was time. It was time to launch this particular ship in my personal voyage.

My hubby kindly assisted me in getting started in a way that I can easily continue on my own, with a good work flow, a good system. Thanks Tones!

Without further ado, I bid you welcome to Sj’s first Pep Talk: Nice to Meet You!.

-Sj out : )

Troll Sj Kauai

Thank You

There are so many ways to say thank you.

So many things to be thankful for.

When I lay on my bed (and this could be anywhere in the world), one of my favorite things to do is give thanks.

I may pass in and out of “wakefulness,” dozing now and then, and still, what I return to is Thank You.

Thank you to my parents for allowing me to be born through them. Thank you to my sisters for being such good friends and watching over me. Thank you to my husband for the joy of sharing my life with him. Thank you to Fido, our firstborn, for allowing us to experience a playful, ball throwing life. A life which also included a death, his death. That experience I recognize now as a tap on the door of my heart. A waking up to all that matters. Life itself. And death which is such a part of life too. And his kid sister, Rocket Girl, who he led us to when he visited me once while in dream-state.

Thank you.

Life. The greatest gift of all.

Life. All that really matters.

And thank you to You, my friends on this planet. For I recognize in each one of you a Divinity, a Perfectness. For you are a child of creation. For you are Life itself.

And with that gift of life, which we each here are experiencing comes the responsibility (I think) of appreciation. Appreciation of simply being alive. Breathing. Being. Living.

And now, as I return to my day, I once again give thanks.

* * *

I just felt that there are those who may read this and think, “Who is this willy-nilly silly gal who gives thanks for everything? How corny she is!”

To them I say, “Yes, I love corn. Because from corn we get so many wonderful things!”

Cobs once served a purpose we thankfully no longer need. : )

And I’m not talking about the making of mattresses.

And corn just tastes sooo good!

Yes, I love corn.

Yes, I love silly.

Yes, I love life.

And I have this f e e l i n g, YOU do too. : )

Hugs to you all,

-Sj out

p.s. And thanks D’Anne and John for the  i n c r e d i b l y  fluffy and delish pastries!!!

La réponse de mon mari

 Lily, la chatte

One itty bitty statement from my last group email leapt out at my husband: “dreamt last night in french.”

(sic) I just felt like writing everything in lower case in that particular email. Don’t ask me why; I have no idea why. Haven’t you ever felt like doing that too? Okay, then you know exactly what I mean.

Here is an excerpt of his email.

date: Mon, Jan 19, 2009
subject:  Re: Aloha
You dreamt in French! Yeah! Does that mean you can come home???
Love you,
mean it!
-T
Ma réponse:
Nope . . . . I’m going to see it through.  Specially after the description of the house and all the work I’ll have to do when I come home!
So nice talking to you today.
ciao,
Susan
•••
I didn’t come home early.
Did you really think I would?

Ma chambre