By Small and Simple Things...

By small and simple things great things are brought to pass. I learned this from Alma when I was young. Sometimes we humans bite off a lot more than we can chew...literally and figuratively. I have come to realize that if I can do one small thing a day, it can lift my spirit and propel me to move on to the next small thing. Before I know it, I have accomplished many things. Things which can be seen and things which can be felt. Sometimes my to-do list has twenty things on it. Sometimes I add things I have already done just so I can cross it off! Cheating...maybe, but at least it makes me feel good.

The small thing can be anything. It can be organizing the silverware drawer, planting a flower pot, calling a friend, and the list goes on. But just knowing I acted on whatever it is, makes me feel good inside. Makes me feel productive and sometimes even accomplished.

So my goal for tomorrow is to write a thank you note. I had a wonderful weekend with some really wonderful people. I told them thank you, I hugged them goodbye, but I want to do something a little more. I want to write down how special they are to me, how much I appreciate their friendship and their love, and then I want to seal it with a kiss and a stamp and send the little love note on its way. I hope they feel as good receiving it as I do writing it.

The small thing is the thank you note, the great thing is the bond that deepens between friends.

Coming Home

A dear friend asked me to describe the magic of my life in 150 words. It is hard to condense so much into so little...but here goes:

I always had the desire to find a place and stay put forever. Safe and secure. But once divorced, everything changed and nothing seemed right anymore. I awoke one day and I ran. I ran to a town I had never been to and a house I had bought sight unseen. A place where the only thing people knew about me was what I chose to tell them. But in my running I discovered that I had found my way to the place I always belonged. In this valley, my great-grandparents are buried two miles away and others from my family tree sleep in a cemetery thirty minutes down the road. My great great grandfather served as temple president here for 31 years. And on Christmas Eve 2010, my father was laid to rest just down the street from my home. I have roots and heritage here. I did not run away…I was actually coming home.