Time for many great and wonderful things
in the coming new year.
Of course, there will also be tears, sorrow, and heartbreak in this new year.
There has to be a balance, a time and a season for everything.
However, the good, joyful and happy times will far out number the bad...
That's just the way God
balances things,
I think.
This is my 100th post.
I've thought on it for days.
Well, once I discovered it was on the horizon.
What to post about?
What to do?
Celebrate?
Let it go by quietly?
Or, just shout it from the roof tops?
Hmmm...I think I'll just write and see where it takes me.
Where to start, where to start...
Why not the top of my blog?
This is the quote so many have asked me about...
A few lines are in my header and I took the name of my blog from this poem.
Our Deepest Fear
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear
is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness,
that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?
Actually who are we not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn't serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people
won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine as children do.
We were born to make manifest
the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And when we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.
- Marianne Williamson
I ramble a bit, and you know that,
so jump ship now
if you don't want to go along for the ride.
So here goes...
A New Year is a time for reflection and thinking of things that have occurred and are to come.
No rhyme or reason, just visits with old and new favorite photos and posts that brought me to 100.
I am an Outrageous Older Woman
(Am too...I have a bumper sticker from Maine to prove it)
I'm an OOW 
who loves her family, and friends,
including all of you that I have met through this wonderful art of blogging,
and I love expressing my thoughts to you.
May not be the highlight of your day,
but it is one of mine. I also adore my students,
my art teaching career
and my junk art.
Ahhh...junk, what a wonderful thing.
Creating with it is even more wonderfuler.
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| I do love RUST, ya know? |
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| Recycled adding machine spools I turned into beads for necklaces. |
Being this OOW
is not at all what I always expected it to be. It's true that with this time of your life comes the loss of the people you love.
So very hard, but it's something
you expect and accept,
though not easily.
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| This is from another post...it's a my memory jar for my daddy. |
I didn't expect that both my parents and most of my aunts, uncles and
some cousins would be gone by now.
I didn't expect to sing at their funerals or have younger ones go before me.
It's been so difficult to watch them fade away.
I also didn't expect to have richer relationships
with those who are still here...
God handles that...
it's that balancing thing
He does...and a gift.
It's also a time when you start thinking of your own accomplishments,
and the imprint you've made on your little corner of the world.
I've always heard with age comes wisdom.
It's true, I am brilliant now!
Haha...not true, if you've never been wise
then turning 50 ain't gonna do it for you.
I'm six years past 50 now, and it still has not happened, so don't expect that...sigh.
You do ignore the small stuff...you mellow.
That quite possibly makes you appear wiser.
You know, no fretting over silly things and such.
Not having hissy fits
can make you look like you have it together, thus being wiser.
I really expected not to be wiser,
I expected to lose some people,
I even expected some of the aches and pains, and the sags.
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| Sent to me by a friend who's family took this while on vacation...wouldn't it be wonderful to see these beautiful ladies each day? |
I did not expect the freedom, the appreciation for life and the joy in everyday little things that comes with being older.
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| Duncan enjoying the view of my garden through the bubbles. |
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| Our trip to the sunflower field for my 56th birthday this year. |
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| Stumbling on the ART MOOSE on one of our trips to Maine this past summer was one of the highlights of my year. |
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| My Bill resting among the bubbles after a long day of yard work. |
The just being comfortable with who I am,
what I have and where I am going.
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| One of my favorite photos from Maine...so peaceful. |
OK, so back to the
Marianne Williamson
poem...
I never expected to go back to school after 50,
but I did...
and during my masters program,
I had a professor,
who was, well...
lOoNy.
However,
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| mY FaVoRiTe QuOtE in a FrAmE, mY FaVoRiTe cOloR... | a gift from one of my favorite friends. |
this professor introduced me to this quote,
and well
there you go,
another one of those balances
of good and bad...
God always handles it. 
This poem stuck with me
and has helped me as
I deal with the expected and unexpected things
of becoming an OOW,
and OK,
let's just say it...
a bit off balanced...
God handles that kind too, I guess.
Now for one of my favorite parts of the poem;
end of a year,
and the end of the poem...
And when we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.
- Marianne Williamson
So...
The Outrageous Older Woman,
Vicki,
me,
the artteachergirl
who rambles,
has managed to create a blog with 100 posts.
I am unexpectedly amazed.
I hope that I have let a bit
of my light
shine on you,
and hopefully given you
permission to
shine,
create,
and
soar
in whatever you expect to do,
and I hope you find
your unexpected!
HAPPY,
HAPPY
NEW YEAR!
May
2011
Bring
you
balance!
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This sunset was taken rolling down the highway, somewhere between NH and Vermont.
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