The man, wearing a burgundy Florida State University t-shirt emblazoned with the words, “Lethal Simplicity,” nodded as we approached each other on a recent walk around the neighborhood. “And how are we today?” he asked.
“Simply fine,” I responded and laughed as his golden retriever pulled him on past. I thought of Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. “People come and go so quickly here.”
But it’s not entirely true. Sure, I’ve passed lots of people with plugs in their ears and glistening temples and sweet shoes. They nod, maybe grunt and are gone with the wind. Back in the day, I could walk miles down country roads and never lock eyes with someone on their feet. But here I get to pet dogs that are out walking their people and have lingered for long conversations with several. Several people, that is. Well, maybe I’ve talked to dogs, too. And maybe they actually did respond.
Also, we have great neighbors. One always pulls our trash can and recycling bins up to our garage after pickup, and the young man next door (possibly inspired by his father) power-washed our sidewalk and street gutter after we drew our second “go to HOA jail” card. The first involved washing our roof, but instead we replaced the flat concrete shingles with those terra cotta barrel tiles. That same young man and his brother helped my husband take down our window boards after Hurricane Irma blew through. Buying those and hanging them with a handyman’s help was an experience we’d prefer not to repeat. We’re now looking into shutters and hurricane glass.
Part of me was a little disappointed that we didn’t lose power for more than a few hours. We’d been told of street parties following Hurricane Matthew (or was it Andrew?) where neighbors pooled meal supplies and ate together.
Anyway, we’ve been riding quite the rollercoaster of new things and first experiences starting two years ago this month with a major remodel of the family farmhouse we planned to live in forever. (Or at least I did.) Now we live in a tropical climate a thousand miles away from snow and sub-zero temperatures and frozen water pipes. Now we live where women thrill to don sweaters and high fashion boots when the temperature approaches 60 degrees and where it rains iguanas when it plummets below 50.
But I digress. This post is supposed to be about my #OneWord. I’ve been operating in a stillness mode for years, and that, I think, is why you’ve come to visit–if you have. My tag line today still reads, “focusing. still,” and my mini-meet introduction reads, “I’m Sandra, a camera-toting, recovering doer who’s learning to be. still.” But all that is going to be changing, and the blog is going to morph over the next few weeks. I know. I said that a few months back. I hoped it’d be before now. That was the plan, but my blog whisperer’s and my schedules have been as colorful and crazy as a large spilled bag of M&M’s. And I’ve been trying to find my focus.
Anyway… last year my #OneWord was “light” in all its many contexts. This year, though… are you ready for it? I’m going with DO. Shocking, yes?
And here is a beginning do list in no particular order:
Do… continue to dream.
Do… suck the marrow out of every day (or at least most days.)
Do… be intentional about my health and self-care.
Do… establish a daily routine and try to stick to it.
Do… not procrastinate on things that matter.
Do… dare to try new things and accept (most) dares.
Do… keep my camera battery charged.
Do… practice on my harp(s).
Do… make my bed every morning. First thing.
Do… commit more poetry.
Do… try to think of others more than myself, but don’t neglect me.
Do… be a wild(er) reader.
Do… become a better writer.
Do… be more grateful.
Do… make time to connect with friends face-to-face.
Do… mail gifts early.
Do… laugh more.
Do… be kinder.
Do… listen more.
Do… take time to be still.
Do… continue to say no–but also say yes without thinking too hard and too long.
Do… try to delete drama.
Do… look more on the bright side.
Do… pay attention and be astonished and tell about it as Mary Oliver instructs.
Do… revamp the blog and actually post regularly on it.
Seriously. I’ve said this before, right? And yikes! I said that before here. Like nine months ago! Maybe that was another pregnancy of sorts
This year I’m going to try to actually DO it, though the content might be different from what you’re used to seeing here.
Seriously. Let’s do this thing. It should be a lethally simple thing to do.
So what is your #OneWord? Do you have one? What do you plan to do this year?