Keeping it real. Sharing the not so obvious. Expressing gratitude.
Why Kami’s Beautiful Morning?
I am afraid of the dark.
Some teenage girls wouldn’t get out of bed.
I love Oklahoma.
Sharing makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.
Let me explain a little more:
I really am afraid of the dark. Maybe I heard one too many ghost stories as a kid. Maybe my big brother jumped out of nowhere to scare me one too many times. Who knows. Yes, I sleep with a light on nearby. If my hubby is out-of-town probably every light in the house will be blazing at 3 a.m. (I could be having a big party, but that’s not very likely, 2% chance, maybe.) Being afraid of the dark I logically don’t like night-time and even more logically welcome the dawning of a new day with joy, gladness, relief and gratitude that I survived another dark night.
I love camping and have done a fair share of it over my lifetime. Often the camping has involved teenaged girls. (What can I say, I’m a volunteer and glutton for fun and unpredictability.) A few years back, on the last day of a five-day camping extravaganza with said teenage girls (who will remain nameless for now) a few of them were too tired to crawl out of their sleeping bags to help with the cleanup and packing up. More hands make light work and get us a hot shower sooner, so I tried a few tactics to get them out to help. They weren’t moving. Finally, I tried singing. Loudly. With Energy. Verse after verse of obnoxiously cheerful songs. They finally got up just to shut me up. Ah, sweet success!
That particular campout was in Oklahoma, the Tulsa side. I loved living there. The people are amazing! Friendly, fun, welcoming. They make you feel like you’re part of the family right off. While there I saw an outdoor staging of the musical “Oklahoma!” complete with real horses riding across the stage. Hearing Curley sing “Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin'” was like having someone strum my heartstrings! That became my theme song, my mantra, my wakeup call. The next time someone needed rousting out of bed on a campout, they earned my own personal rendition of Curley’s morning reverie. I sang with energy, gusto, and not much talent, but with my whole soul and my entire lung capacity.
There you have it. Kami’s Beautiful Morning is my way of sharing the light and darks in my life, my point of view and the joy I see around me. I keep things honest and real. I’m told I write better than I sing. Let’s hope so!
“No matter how bad things are, you can always make things worse.”
― Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture
…and this one…
"Self-compassion is simply giving the same kindness to ourselves that we would give to others. " – Christopher Germer
MSH = My Sweet Husband, who'd like to remain anonymous.
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