Jul 24, 2009

Avoiding Annoying Experience

Today is Pioneer Day, and I went running upon arising.  This is a typical event as I do it most mornings, but this morning I had to run a bit faster in anticipation of my yoga friends meeting in my backyard for a yoga session.  As I went on my merry way I encountered not ONE, but TWO small dogs that seemed to find me in THEIR territory.  Both yapped trying their best to intimidate me with those loud barks that little dogs produce.  One even nipped at my heals attempting to instill more fear.  Neither dog was what I consider to be cute, just small.  Both dogs ran off after their moment of being heard.  (Below is Ginger, he wasn't either of the small dogs I encountered today, and he is extremely cute)

Upon returning home from my run encountering the small dogs, came the arrival of my yoga buddies.  Shortly after I began teaching our backyard session, a bee found me in what he considered to be his territory.  Again, much like the small dogs, he didn't seem to want to leave me alone.  He lingered long enough to interrupt our session, buzz in my ears, face, and chest. Eventually he left, and the session went on.  Not more than two hours later as Micah and I hiked to Waterfalls Canyon in Ogden I encountered bee number TWO.  He was more frustrating than the first, this time heading for my mouth, nose, and any other body orifice he could find.  He left, just as the first, but not without the struggle and irritation.  

Two small dogs, two buzzing bees, one day. I can only think of one word to describe the dogs and the bees - ANNOYING.  No other word quite captures the essence of what these creatures present to me.  Neither post any real threat or danger. After all what is the worst they could do? Bite or sting.  A dog bite and bee sting are easily overcome in the bigger scheme of things.  But as I come to ponder a bit on the dogs and bees in our life, I'd like to compare it to experience. 

There are all types of experience - fun, enlightening, peaceful, thrilling, loving, kind, gentle, exciting, passionate, dramatic, frightening, upsetting, awful.  Some of these experiences we seek for over and over, others we avoid like the black plague.  I realized that in the past few years I have become more open to inviting experience rather than avoid, to seize the moment the watch the clock.  This has produced a lot of wonderful things in my life, swinging from a trapeze, baking lots of cookies, teaching lots of yoga, marrying someone really great.  But all that said there are experiences probably daily that seem to exist only to take me off my path.  Perhaps like the dog or bee they are there to veer my off the task at hand.  Such experiences do not seem to hold any profound truth, hold any earth shattering epiphanies, teach an impactful lessons, or tell any amazing stories. They seem to exist simply to annoy. 

Sometimes I try to avoid annoying experience.  Oftentimes I expend much more energy in the avoiding of it that the pain of experiencing it.  And after all if I would have avoided such experience today I would have missed out on a beautiful run, a peaceful yoga session, and amazing hike to waterfall.  Avoiding annoying experience sometimes leads to missing out on the breathtaking experience just around the corner.

  
Sometimes the annoying experience is annoying people. Yes, they exist in a plethora of ways, but they don't really always have our annoyance as their goal.  They might actually, like the dogs and bees, be acting out of fear for their territory, ego in their bark, or revenge in their sting.  But they can't do much more than a small bite or sting which can't do much to damage us permanently.

Annoying experiences are just that - annoying.  I am pretty certain they aren't going away anytime soon, they have their place in life.  I have decided however that I will not give in to the energy it demands to avoid them, the thought it takes to analyze them, the frustration it takes to encounter.  I just accept them, annoying and all.  Isn't life great?

Jul 22, 2009

Time






There are times I like.
There are times I admire.
There are times I adore.
There are times I love.

There are times it seems to all make sense.
There are times I understand.
There are times I know.
There are times when I don't know, I trust.

There are times I imitate.
There are times I integrate.
There are times I innovate.
There are times I inspire.

There are times I want others to feel what I feel.
There are times I give because I can't imagine not.
There are times I hope to touch the life of another.
There are times beyond my own doing.

Such moments are small and simple,
Sometimes overlooked if I am looking for grandiose,
Such moments weave together as the tapestry of my life.
Such moments occur, and TIME doesn't exist.

Jul 12, 2009

Flour Footracks

I am not sure who is playing in the All-Purpose, Pastry, and Bread Flour, but I do remember that Ryan Simmons got a second date out of Kimberly Calder by giving her a basket of Flours.

I love Flours, all types. I love to mix and match flours for different blends of protein, taste, texture, and flour fun.

I love flour, gluten free, gluten full, there is no bad type of flour.
In fact Flour is such a staple in our home we have over 200 lbs of it. Thats a lot of cookies.

Jul 7, 2009

Freedom of love...

Freedom and love, how do the two coexist? 2008 was the year of Freedom, 2009 the year of Love. I found this past weekend on our voyage to the less inhabited places of our country that both coexist in perfect harmony. It is such a beautiful reminder that mother nature knows how to adorn her beautiful creation of Earth without unnatural methods, chemicals, and/or mandmade interventions. In blissful harmony she adorns it with wildflowers (red and blue in honor of 4th of July),
 lovely creatures, 
tall trees,
rushing waterfalls, 
mountains, slopes, peaks, and meadows. 


I found for many years that I found solace in constantly going, never stopping, always finding one activity to bleed into the next. While this made for a nice way to soak up time, I realized that I never left time to ponder, to reflect, to sit back, and to enjoy the splendor of this magnificent earth.  As I went on with this lifestyle for sometime, I realized I wasn't leaving space in my life for the things that really mattered. Time to just be.
 
This past weekend as we celebrated the birth of our country, and honored of our freedoms I was deeply reminded of the significance of this - time to just be. 

When I was a girl one of my favorite songs was a primary song 'My Heavenly Father Loves Me'. The words are so sweet and tender I want to share them as they run through my mind. 

Whenever I hear the song of a bird, or look at the blue, blue sky, 
Whenever I feel the rain on my face, or the wind as it rushes by,
Whenever I touch a velvet rose, or walk by our lilac tree,
I'm glad that I live in this beautiful earth, Heavenly Father created for me.

He gave me my eyes that I might see, the color of butterfly wings.
He gave me my ears that I might hear, the magical sound of things.
He gave me my life, my mind, my heart; I thank him reverently.
For all his creations, of which I'm a part,
Yes I know Heavenly Father loves me.

Jul 1, 2009

Summertime reunions are sweet...

Summertime is wonderful, it's a time we get to visit some of our most favorite people. My dear friend Rebecca Walters has been out and about in the south, NC and Texas, for the last several years building her family.  Since our days at Utah State our visits are few and far between, but so very cherished. She has two little ones, Sydney and Talmage, that make the world a happier place. We got to reunite on Sunday, and now the third (and necessary) approval is complete on my choice of husband. Thanks Rebecca, I do love you!

Several weeks ago we had another sweet reunion. My father was Bishop of the Ledgewood Ward in NJ about 25+ years ago. I was a baby so my recollection is weak, but it turns out that AJ Baerga, now in our Bountiful ward, was baptized in the Ledgewood ward at the age of 16, while Dad Clegg was bishop. Mom and Dad got to visit with AJ nearly 25 years later. What a small world, we love it!