Living Fearlessly

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One of my favorite cliches is “awwww live on the edge.” The interesting thing is although I  strongly suggested others live fearlessly, and proclaimed to do so myself,  I really wasn’t. I allowed fear to control many of my decisions and often dominate my life. However, I recently resolved to truly live life to the fullest. That includes tossing fear aside and living on the edge.

My decision came about following a recent awakening. The beautiful thing is, I’ve never felt so free in my entire life. I’m doing as many of the things I’ve always wanted to do as possible. With that, I’ve developed a longevity list. I don’t believe in Bucket lists for me because it conjures feelings of having to complete a list of things as quickly as possible. I prefer the term longevity  because I’ll need a long life to enjoy all the activities I have planned for myself.

I want to put my discomfort with heights aside and go zip lining with my family. I plan to audition to sing the National Anthem at a professional sports event. And that trip to Italy no long sounds like too much time in the air.

The amazing thing about living fearlessly is it brings a sense of joy along with the freedom.  Each time an item is crossed off my longevity list, I feel exhilarated and challenged to move onto the next item. As always, I share my stories to encourage others to join me in embracing life. So, toss caution to the wind, as they say and join me in living on the edge. In other words, Live Fearlessly!

 

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The Little Things

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Recently, I was invited to lunch with some my employer’s leadership. I admired the 4 vases of beautiful flowers on the table and said to myself “God, I want to take one home.” At the end of our lunch, they were given away to anyone who could correctly answer questions posed by our CEO. I answered one of the questions.

Psalm 103:5 says “who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the Eagles.” It doesn’t take big things to satisfy our souls, sometimes God speaks in the little things. Be blessed.

Ciao!

Savannah J.  providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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How Rude!

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I have a treatable but painful chronic condition that on occasion causes me to use crutches. On one such occasion I needed to pick up a few items from a local grocery store. As I moved about the store on my crutches, I was amazed at how many people treated me as though I were invisible.

No one seemed to notice as I hobbled along. And all those who passed me pushing shopping carts with the exception of one woman, never broke their speed. It was if they looked straight ahead and refused to see me. One man actually cut me off as I moved to make a selection from the floral section. As he passed me, he offered a flippant apology, to which I made no reply.

This experience led me to ponder how must people with permanent disabilities feel?  Are they ignored when they shop as I was as they try to move from one isle to the next, only to have someone almost topple them over? Do they find, no one holds or opens  doors for them?

Perhaps my situation was perceived as temporary in the minds of my fellow shoppers. If so, that perception may cause them to treat me as though I weren’t in need of patience. Call me biased but I believe anyone with a disability deserves respect and compassion. Not sympathy but compassion. I’ll be the first to say, although I live with chronic pain, I don’t want sympathy. But if you’d like to hold the door open for me, and anyone else who could use it, that would be great.

Ciao!

Savannah J, providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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A little bird singing in the rain.

8352_A-sweet-little-bird-on-a-rock-in-the-rain“Baby, you’re like a little bird singing in the rain.” Those were my late mother’s words to me on more than one occasion. She based those words on my tenacity; my ability to never give up. What my mother was telling me in essence was, she saw me as a worshiper.

Have you ever had your attention drawn to a window because you heard a bird singing it’s heart out in the pouring rain? Most birds will seek shelter when it storms but every now and again, one will stay and sing; that was my mother’s definition of a worshiper. A worshiper will sing in spite of. In spite of their circumstances, their feelings, or their health to name a few. Like that little bird who raises it’s voice in song to our Creator in the storm, a worshiper will raise their voice with tears streaming down their face.

I, like most people have had my share of hardships. When things become unbearable, I do what comes naturally. I close my eyes, throw my head back and I worship God. And above all, I trust and believe that in my brokenness like that little bird singing in the rain, my prayers are heard.

Quite often, life throws us curve balls, it’s what we do with those curve balls that matter. The next time you find yourself caught in one of life’s storms, close your eyes and throw your head back. And then like the bird in the rain, sing.

Ciao!

Savannah J, providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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On Being Single

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There was a time in my life when I obsessed over  being alone. My obsession was fueled by the comments of others such as “maybe you’re supposed to be single.”  I set out on a quest to prove them wrong.  But now that has changed. I’ve learned to be content in the state I’m in. (Philippians 4:11)

My journey to contentment began when an acquaintance told me a story of a woman who married her life partner at age 60. At the time she told me that story, I was 53 years old. She went on to liken my situation with the woman in the story. I was infuriated. Her statement caused me such trepidation my mission became to meet, date and marry my intended immediately.

I belabored the topic of my singleness to whomever would listen. Consternation gave my voice a whiny-tone and eventually, the listener’s eyes would glaze over. With each passing year, I became more focused on meeting my goal. One day, however, I began to change. The change came gradually and when I think about it, I’m not sure when it started. I just know, I’m okay now.

Over the past couple of years, I’ve learned to embrace me for who I am. I appreciate my outspokenness coupled with knowing when to remain silent. My gray hair in my eyes is a sign of wisdom and I wear it proudly. When I look in the mirror, I see an intelligent, beautiful, slightly flawed almost 60 year old with much to give this world. In other words, I no longer need to be married to fulfill a void. I am complete in and of myself.

To all my sisters out there; single and married, I wish you the same peace I’ve found. Within us, we possess all we need to make this journey called life an incredible one. No one person can complete us, we have been complete since birth.

Ciao!

Savannah J, providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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Putting Down Roots

 

This morning, I stood in the middle of the living room floor staring at the bare white walls that surrounded me. Pictures I’d been meaning to hang for the past three years remained stacked neatly in a corner. The same colorless walls were found in every room of my home with the exception of the kitchen, den and half bath.

I’ve lived in my house for over twenty years now, yet I’ve only painted three rooms. How I’ve managed to survive without color for all these years is beyond me. Yet in still, it’s not. Color would mean, I’ve put down roots.

Allow me to pause here and say, my favorite color is red. I find it exciting, vibrant and invigorating. My car is red as are a lot of my clothes. As I stood surveying my bedroom, I couldn’t help but wonder why I hadn’t painted it red. Suddenly, I realized this moment, this epiphany if you will was a turning point for me. I’d grownup north of the Mason-Dixon line and in my heart, I’d never left home. I decided right then and there, it was time.

I have big plans for my house and yard this summer. I’m going to upgrade my appliances, kitchen and bathroom fixtures as well. I’ve already envisioned the oasis of serenity I want for my deck and yard. It’ll be a place I can retreat to in the evenings away from the cares of life. But most importantly, I’m going to head over to the local hardware store and buy some red paint. After all color means I’ve put down roots.

Ciao!

Savannah J, providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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Beyond Cancer

Still waters from South CarolinaWell, this may be one of the most emotional blogs I’ve been led to write so far. This morning, I attended a breakfast in honor of a co-worker who’s in the process of defeating cancer. She looked radiant, full of life and beautiful; as she should. It blessed my heart to see employees coming from all over the building to grab a bite to eat and place a donation in the jar to help out with her expenses.

My co-worker was humble and gracious as person after person stepped forward to hug her and offer continued support. She quietly answered our questions, providing a small glimpse into her world. None of her actions evoked pitiful stares or comments but demonstrated a woman strong in her faith.

Cancer is an awful beast. It has stolen time from a number of my family members including, my oldest sister. My sister was a remarkable woman and artist. She was intelligent, beautiful, talented, wise, kind, giving and all around incredible. For three years she fought a valiant fight but one day her body grew tired and she closed her eyes for the last time. Here in lies the beyond.

When my sister died, we had to make a decision. Do we allow grief to consume us or do we move beyond cancer and keep living. We chose to move beyond. I believe that’s what everyone must do, especially those receiving the diagnosis. We must dig deep and find the tenacity to stare cancer in the face and say, you may not have my future.

Although my sister died, her belief in God and assurance of an eternal home saw her move beyond cancer. She knew that on the other side of the door she walked through, God and the angels were waiting to greet her. Those who receive a cancer-free diagnosis after treatment have purposed in their hearts long before their first therapy to move beyond.

It takes tenacity, obstinacy, and resolution to look challenges in the eye and say, I will move beyond this. Cancer is a challenge. I agree with Henry Ford when he said, “whether you think you can, or think you can’t— you’re right.” The challenges you face may be different from those faced by me and others. Regardless of the situation, make a decision today to move beyond. Your future awaits.

Savannah J, providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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Savannah is the author of The Prey now available in eBook on Kindle http://amzn.to/1xg0pgM and on Google Play Books http://bit.ly/1q5hncz

Also look for Raising Tristan on Google Play Books http://bit.ly/1pL4GqN and on Kindle http://amzn.to/1AlHl6g