Posts Tagged ‘Recovery’

Planting Forgiveness

July 6, 2013

Several years ago, I had a really big issue. Six close business associates turned their backs on me. These people had been my friends and I felt extremely betrayed. Even then I knew the power of forgiveness but, I just couldn’t do it. Because I couldn’t forgive, I couldn’t move forward. So I had an inner struggle going on as well.

 I’ve spoken about the fact that making a habit takes about 21days. And…. I sure needed to change my bad habit of focusing on my hurt. So I lined up 6 mugs in my kitchen window and planted a tiny plant in each one, knowing that it would take a good deal of attention to make them grow. And… that it would take at least 21 days.

The first day I forced myself pray for blessings for those 6 people. Each day after that I associated my love and good wishes for the health of each person’s plant with good thoughts toward the person that plant represented.

The plants flourished and my forgiveness and ability to move ahead also happened.  6 weeks later, spring had arrived and I planted them in my garden where they remain all these years later. And you know, even to this day, when I see them out there, I lovingly remember their association to those six people.

___________________________________________________________________Dina Dove

As an author, inspirational speaker, and coach, I am dedicated to helping people remember who they really are at their deepest core and discover their unique path to career and personal fulfillment.

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Miss Goody-Two-Shoes Goes on a Rampage

March 15, 2009

Many of you know me as a person who is prone to looking on the bright side. Look out!

As you may know, I live in a 100 year old Victorian home. In a house, you can imagine, that occasionally may need work.

“To be expected,” you might say.

And I agree.

I keep up with it, if I know something is amiss, I get ‘my fix-it guy’ (The one who fixes all things broken in the house).

Well, last month I was only home about 5 days.

While I was away the heat was turned down to just above freezing.  I was more than shocked to get a gas bill for $290.00.

My personal opinion was that the unit had epilepsy.

By that I mean that it goes along working just fine most of the time and then, Whammo!

All of a sudden there is a glitch and it stops. Then, when it corrects itself, it starts working again.

Since I wasn’t at home anyway, I could put up with the heater not working. But… when the gas bill was outrageous and the heat still was not working…

Now THAT’s a problem.

So, I called in my guy. And he called in another guy.

They decided that the lack of a cold air return for my first floor system was the problem. I’d known I needed this done for several years but had tried to get along without it.

However, since they believed it was the reason for the high utility bill, I finally acquiesced to the solution.

Even though the solution cost me almost $600 (more than my normal full year in gas bills), the prospect of an even higher bill this month while I am home made me bite the bullet.

“So,” you may ask, “what’s your beef?”

After two days of beautiful weather, last night it got cold again. I turned the thermostat up and later on went downstairs to find the first floor all nice and cozy.

(The reason I say the first floor is because my house has several different central air units. The one on the first floor is the one with the problem.)

I was happy and thought that the problem had been solved.  But, this morning I went down to find the temperature was only 55 degrees, the new thermostat (part of the fix) was set at 68.

The heater was not running. No hot air was coming out of the registers.

The epilepsy has returned. 

I’m $600 down, might have another gas bill close to $300 this month, nothing is working any better.

It is really cold down there… and…   

Oh, did I mention that the cold air return they put in required them to saw an 18” square hole into the 100 year old lath and plaster wall?

@#*^%$#@  

If you have never dealt with the dust raised by such an act then you have no conception of the kind of clean up required.  Don’t even think about comparing it to sheetrock dust.

Sheetrock dust can’t hold a candle to this. An 18” hole cut out of sheetrock would have taken about 15 minutes to clean up.

EVERYTHING on the entire first floor and the stairway to the second floor was covered with the finest particle dust known to man.  

Imbedded in every piece of furniture, clinging to the walls, enhancing every cob web in the corners of the ceiling, laying in the folds of all the cascading draperies, encrusting every silk flower arrangement, every piece of pottery, the table, the candles, grandma’s antique glassware, the area rugs, the hardwood floors, the fancy woodwork, and all the indoor trees and plants.

And that was only the dining room!

The living room, kitchen, bathroom and family room were covered too! The mess rivaled the damage of the great dust storms of history, completely held within the confines of one house.

I spent the entire last two days cleaning up this dust and I’m not done yet. 

The family room is still barricaded off as if it is a toxic dump site. Even walking thru the room with dust that fine would cause a flurry that could re-contaminate the rest of the house and undo the progress I’ve made thus far. I have paid my dues.

From now on, anyone who says I haven’t done my part to clean up the environment will be shot.

So, to finish this episode of the saga at hand…

It is Sunday, but I called ‘my fix-it guy’ anyway.  I just rambled off this entire litany of woes to him.  

Hearing the tears in my voice, he promised to call the other guy and come and look at the heating unit that has cost the national debt and still won’t keep the house warm. 

 I gotta go now. This guy does so much work for me that he has a key to the house. I have to go downstairs and make sure he doesn’t come in thru the family room and raise the dust.  

Handling Grief in the Spirit of the Baglady

June 14, 2008

 

 

The other day I heard from Sheila Hensley again. The first anniversary of Charlie’s death (see blog post for May 7th) was this past week. She did the most unique thing I’ve ever heard a widow do to commemorate such an anniversary.

 

When she told me, I exclaimed with delight, “Sheila, you are such a wonderful Baglady!”

The line was silent for a moment and then I felt I better explain myself. After I did, we both laughed together, Sheila saying that she knew I would love her story.

 

See, the Baglady in the way I meant it was Rose, of course. And that would be anyone who follows her heart. She’s not afraid to take an action that seems so right to her even if everyone else (supposedly in their right mind) would be worried about what other people think.

 

A true human being lives from her heart. She hears and follows her intuition. And that is Sheila for sure!!  I suspect that, while there will never be a day in her life that she won’t think about and send loving thoughts to Charlie, she knows he is with her in spirit and she knows he wants her to live on and discover happiness again.

 

I know, you’re thinking stop putting it off and tell me what she did. So here goes. Sheila, her roommate and her new gentleman friend all went out in the back yard, and with hearts full, they yelled for Charlie. “Charlieeeeeeeeeeee!”  “Charlieeeeeeeee!”  And then the birds sang and a car drove by and another bird sang and they knew he heard.