Laundry Chute!

Laundry, Chute!

 

A shrill alarm sounds in the hall, then still and quietness.

I rush toward the siren call, to rescue my red dress.

 

The latch released, I close my eyes then lunge into the dark,

to free the poly-cottons from the hot breath of the shark.

 

I dump them on the top of an ever-growing pile,

of jeans and towels and T-shirts that have waited for a while.

 

The dryer’s empty now, and while it’s growing cold,

Prepared to beat the mountain, I finally start to fold.

 

The wash-cloths are so easy, being tiny, square and neat.

But I almost lose my patience when I wrestle with the sheets.

 

“I am finished!” is my cry as I tackle the last frock.

The giant hill has dwindled to a mismatched pair of socks.

 

But victory is brief for as I turn to leave,

Peeking from the hamper is a little bit of sleeve.

 

                                                                             —-Robin Prince Monroe

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Yee Haw!!!

After our golden retriever, Sadie, died I felt lost. I hadn’t realized how much I had depended on her steady, unconditional love to get me through the craziness of my life. She was always there at the end of my days quietly loving me, ready to snuggle me on my bad days and ready to play with me when things were going well. Those first months after she was gone I was so sad that my husband finally told me to go find another dog.

At first I couldn’t. I didn’t want another dog. I wanted Sadie. But I did go to pet stores to look at puppies because just seeing them yawning, licking and playing made me feel a bit better and I went to the library and started reading about dog breeds. Sadie was a big dog. At the end of her life it was difficult for me to get her into our van to take her to the vet so I had decided that I needed a smaller dog. I wanted a small, calm dog….a dog with a personality similar to Sadie’s.

I finally settled on trying to find a pug. The books said that they are mischievious the first year but after they become adults they settle in to being calm. It said they are people dogs, and sturdy enough to withstand the not so gentle love that our special needs son might give.

It wasn’t long before tiny, silly, Lucy Pug came into our lives. She swirled through our house like the Tasmanian Devil. No sweet sympathetic looks or gentle licks, just a twirl of pure-T energy and mischief.

At first I was disappointed. This wasn’t the faithful companion I had been looking for. This was four legged craziness. And I began to wonder what I had done…. But then I started to notice how much I was laughing. I laughed when she climbed up on my shoulder and sat there like a parrot, when she absconded with one of my socks and made me give her a treat to get it back, or when she just cocked head and looked at me with her big, googly eyes.

Lucy wasn’t what I had been looking for. She was a wild ride. But she was fun!

Life is full of “Lucys”. We can choose to throw up our hands and enjoy the ride or we can squench up our eyes and scream for relief.

I’ve decided to enjoy the ride.
Yee Haw!!!

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The Every Day Plan

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My birthday is this week. Sometimes it comes and goes and I don’t think much about it but this  year I have been thinking. I’ve been thinking that I want to make sure that every day counts.

So I’ve come up with a plan and I wanted to share it with you.

Every Day I will:

1. Look for God’s gifts. He is my loving Father and every single day He reaches down to show me His love. I think many times we rush through our days and miss those God hugs. I’m not going to miss, even one, any more.

2. Reach up to hug my Heavenly Father back. I will be thankful for His constant gifts and I will  tell Him I’m thankful. I will keep in mind who He is, The Amazing God of the Universe!, and praise Him. I became a believer when I was a young girl. I remember those first joyful months that before I went to sleep I would reach my arms up toward Heaven to hug God goodnight. I want to have that attitude in my life again. I want to reach up and hug God in some way every day.

3. Make a loving difference. In at least some small way I will do or say something that makes someone feel loved. I will love someone, in some way, every day.

4. Listen. I will listen to the birds songs, the wind, the people I love and the ones who are new to me. I will listen with my ears and with my heart. I will listen to God’s Spirit and His word.

5. Do what I’m called to do. For me that is writing. I have had to set aside my writing in the last few years.  But I know, in my heart of hearts, that I need to get back to it. So every day I will write something; a blog, a letter, an encouraging note or e-mail, a poem, a devotion, something, anything! Even if it is a very few words each day I will write something.

I think if I can do these things my days will count for what matters. What do you think?

 

 

 

A Winding Path

I’ve been working on my resume again. And what a crazy resume it is! It is full of so many diverse experiences that I’m very sure it often gets tossed as soon as it comes in to a potential publisher or employer. There is no box or file that it fits comfortably in. I’ve wrestled with the idea of maybe paring some things off it, to make it fit together better, to make it read more like a novel instead of a book of short stories.  But the truth is, every past job, no matter how different from the one I am applying for will make me better at the next job.

Because, especially if we let it, that’s what life does. Our experiences change us, sometimes a lot, other times ever so slightly, whittling away at the waste and polishing up the wood of our future selves.

I remember a time when prospective employers liked it if you dressed up and came to their office to meet them. They saw this as a sign of initiative and determination and they liked to shake your hand and “look into your eyes” to see what you’re really about. Now that kind of approach is seen as akin to stalking. They don’t want to meet you. They don’t even want you to phone. All that is left you to get their attention is a one page paper list of your  ‘accomplishments’. And if you make it to the “maybe” pile it is only because you have the very specific education and experience they are looking for.

I am convinced that companies miss the very best people because of this new way of hiring. And potential employees miss a chance to contribute in more significant ways, perhaps finding a better fit, a calling.

Luke of the Gospels was a trained physician. From reading his descriptions of illnesses there is no doubt that he would have been a good one. But when he met Christ all that changed for him. He was called to accompany Paul on several of his trips. He was called to being a friend and supporter and perhaps even an assistant to the most famous missionary of all time. He was also called to write, and the gospel he wrote is the most detailed and extensive of the four. This ability to pay attention to detail no doubt was more honed because of his experience and training as a doctor. Doctor-Disciple-Missionary Assistant-Writer. Luke’s career path was diverse and windy.

What is God calling you to do that is a culmination of the experiences and training He has put into your life? According to my resume I am going to be an interpreting, painting, writing; personality coaching, consulting; singing, dancing, Mary Kay, Ninja. How cool is that?

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send?” And who will go for us? And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”  Isaiah 6:8

 

 

For My Writing Friends

I know that creativity requires energy so I’m wondering; Do I need to store up energy to be more creative? When I blog does it drip creative energy out of me like a leaky faucet? Do I need to hold back on my blog and my painting for a bit until the pressure becomes so pent up that it explodes into my writing again? Or is this just a brief respite before the next writing project? For the first time, in a very long time, I have some good writing time. I am not blocked. I have ideas. I just haven’t been inspired to sit down and get going.

Sometimes the writing is like a creative vortex. It takes energy from me but then it swirls it around and gives it right back to me…often in greater quantities. Other times it leaves me happily exhausted, like a runner after a marathon.

And since it has been a while since I’ve had a book published I’m not sure why I’m writing anymore. I know that the writing isn’t all about being published, but since I’ve been published, writing things that sit in a drawer where no one- not even family or friends- reads them, doesn’t make a lot of sense to me anymore. What am I doing with my time? What am I doing with my energy?

Except that, there are interesting, sometimes beautiful places in this world, hidden thickets, coves, rocky crests, nooks and crannies, icy cliffs, storms and creatures that no person has ever seen, and no one ever will.

No one, that is, except God, who surely must value their creation.

Making something beautiful, new or interesting just for the sake of making it must be enough.

Secret Places- revisited

There is no one that can see the secret things in my heart, the longings, the joys, the regrets, the acceptance, the pain, the peace. And even I can only see glimpses, when I am brave enough to look. But God sees all of it and He loves me deeply, completely, unconditionally. He doesn’t love me anyway….He loves me all the way.

Lucy the Pug

I have the coolest app on my phone. I can look at it any time and see how many people read my blog that day. I can see all kinds of other stats too like which posts are the most popular and what search words bring the most people to the blog.

Today’s post is in response to that. For in spite of the fact that I think some of my other posts are more useful the most popular post of all is titled Bee-utiful Lucy. It has a picture of Lucy, my pug, dressed in her bee costume. The search words that bring the most people to my blog are pug, dressed up pug, silly pug. Bee-utiful Lucy is especially popular in the U.K. So for all my pug loving friends out there in the States and across the pond, this one’s for you. 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some pet lovers may think that it is cruel to dress up an animal. If you are concerned I want to assure you of two things. First, I only dress Lucy up for photo shoots. She is “all natur-al” the rest of the time. And second, when I get Lucy’s clothes out she gets very excited. I think she just likes the extra attention.

If you want to follow Lucy more closely go to her website at: www.LucyThePug.weebly.com

Enjoy!

Robin Prince Monroe

Last reblogged post on floating…though I think it may take me a lifetime to learn how to really do it. 🙂

I spent Saturday at the the Red Piano Too gallery. I had a sweet day visiting with customers and the artists that were able to attend. As I watched two of my favorite artists interacting with the people there I had to admire their peaceful countenances and quiet spirits. That has been a goal of mine for some time now…to have that quiet, gentle spirit…that is precious in the sight of God. When I did this painting I didn’t even realize that I was making that goal into a picture. Sometimes what is happening in our hearts shows up in ways we can’t imagine. One of the things a friend and I talked about that day was learning how to rest and wait to see what God brings to…

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Robin Prince Monroe

In my October 15, 2007 blog I talked about learning how to ride the waves of life challenges instead of kicking against them.

And I am learning that the first step in doing this is to accept where I am. I have to be willing to look at the water around me and to say, “Yep, I’m in the ocean. And I’m in the choppy part.”

I have no control over the waves. None. No control over how big they are or how fast they come at me and often no say in where they take me. The only thing I do have control over is how I respond to them. I can’t choose where I’ve been put in the ocean but I can decide how I’m going to swim.

For a very long time now I’ve worn myself out fighting the currents. I’ve kept swimming, kicking hard, looking for…

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Robin Prince Monroe

Life is full of wave after wave of challenges. Some splash against us. Some crash against us, and some threaten to sweep us away like giant tsunamis.

We can kick and struggle, doing our best not to go under, or we can lie on our backs and…float. Floating is easier when the waves are small. The water doesn’t crash over our faces. But even when the waves are giant it is better to rest than to struggle. The truth is, we are at the mercy of the waves. We can’t stop them or slow them down, all we can do is figure out the best way to swim through them.

I think it is better to float; take careful breaths and look up at the light.

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