Do What Makes Your Heart Sing

Written By: Sarah Huffer

Life can run us over. We have daily responsibilities of working, paying bills, saving money on car insurance, washing dirty underwear, and getting the recommended amount of sleep. It is easy to set autopilot and walk through the motions. The drab duties of an adult can be a drag. Keep your enchantment and energy free by doing what makes your heart sing.

How do I know what makes that heart sing?

It’s the one obsession that you can happily get lost in. Maybe you get an energy buzz from it or a sense of calming peace. The description can vary from person to person. This is your love. It’s what makes you feel most alive. It is the time when the world has reason, the ebb and flow appear choreographed, and the traffic lights are always green.

You may already know what it is.

Your thing could be maniac crafting, organizing puppy parties, ancient reading, disturbing comedy, velvet painting, 80’s make-up, pole dance exercising, vegan cooking, futuristic hair, mediumship spirit writing, artichoke gardening, jellyfish scuba diving, cookie faced baby cuddling, galvanized tutu making, stamp collecting, under ground bunker remodeling, budget traveling, gold fishing…or literally singing. It is your unique interest. It doesn’t matter what it is, just do more of it!!

I don’t know what makes my heart sing…

You are in an incredible place! You get to explore what your thing is! Try it all. You don’t have to pick just one. The heart has many songs! Its never too late to start, whatever level you are on.

What interests you? What makes you tick? If you had all resources and time available, what would you do? What was your favorite hobby when you were young?

Make a list of ALL the things, even if you have never tried them before, even if you will need to practice, and even if it seems impossible!

Why Should I?

The best part is no one else in the entire world can offer your original perception, ideas, or creativity. You are one of a kind. You are the only one who can do this like you. Life is short or really long, whichever way you choose to look at it, you want to spend time with what makes you feel enchanted.

You are helping people. Believe it or not posting your afternoon outfit inspires others. It helps others find their individual spark. You invoke others to let their light shine. When you offer your unique energy into the big world it immediately contributes to more peace and bliss counteracting what appears as terrible. Perception becomes clearer, smiles brighter, and people become friendlier. The positive energy becomes quickly contagious blanketing those around you with all the benefits.

You are helping yourself. People, often, find when they experience what makes their heart sing, its an instant mood booster! The connection is undeniable. The sense of higher purpose is restored. Letting your heart sing offers an actual break from the ordinary. The transformation is life changing. Allow non negotiable time for yourself. Everyone will love having a spirited more happy you. Go play!

Don’t waste your time on nothing to do! The world needs more thinkers and doers…less watchers.

Death Doesn’t Go with the Décor: Reflection of Grief

After my Mother passed, my sisters and I sorted through her things. We picked from her collections from oldest to youngest, one piece at a time. The items we all wanted would be settled with a fair game of rock, papers, scissors. It was hard enough to get out of bed right now, even harder to divide her entire life belongings. Yet, here we were, in our mother’s house, but she wasn’t home.

I unloaded the boxes out of my trunk when I got home. And there she was, my mother. My mother was now an assortment of collectable and uncollectable items. She laid there in a coffee tin full of marbles and a ceramic smiling panda with a broken hand. If I looked hard enough around my mother’s house I would find that broken panda hand in a jewelry box or stationary kit.

I craved her.

I was addicted to my mother and not a fix was out there. I needed her. I needed her friendly face. I needed the unconditional love with that smile which validated everything was going to be okay. I needed tomato soup and grilled cheese. I needed the scent of Cover Girl make-up and Marlboro Lights mixed and somehow smelling beautiful when it radiated from her clothing. I needed to know that when everything in life goes wrong that at least I had Mom. My security in this world vanished. In exchange for my mother, the world gave me half a box of useless, random junk.

The trade was uneven. I accepted pennies over my $100 bill. The emptiness is unbelievable. It’s odd to feel your heartbeat and know its hollow all at the same time. I believe my mom was sacrificed for some big meaningful purpose. I can’t seem to find the rhyme or reason for it, though. Maybe we have all grown from missing her.

As long as I walk the world like I’ve been cheated, I lose.

Truth is, I wasn’t cheated. I was blessed by God himself. I had the best Mother in the world. I had her for twenty-eight wonderful and confusing years. I am brave. I am strong. I am happy. I won.

I placed the broken ceramic panda on a shelf in my house. It doesn’t go with my décor, but neither does my mother’s death. I love that stupid panda.

 

Written By: Sarah Huffer

A Letter To My Scared Little Sister

I know how it feels. It’s like your navigating the world all alone. You’re confused and resistant…we all are.

Life either supports what your doing or it falls apart. Thats how you know you’re next move. When the terrible voices are loud and the right thing comes through as a whisper, it becomes obvious that something BIG must shift. Somethings gotta change, before your very soul shatters into sharp pieces that you hope don’t cut you too deep on the way down. 

Its so personal to you, but not to others. Its your life. It will feel as no one understands.

We do, though.

We do it, too. We crumble in our driveways, tear soaked pillows, kitchen sinks, into vodka cranberry, the last stale cigarette, and out into a vicious rant toward our Applebees server for late appetizers.

Your journey will twist and turn in such poetic ways. Some of the traveling is easy. Some parts of your journey will be painful. Don’t forget the roads that will be dark, kind, boring, brilliant, tired, and mind blowing. Take them exactly as they are.

Remember, don’t make a hole into a bridge. A hole is a hole. Its allowed to be a hole. Try not to take the short cuts, the adventure is unsteady and changes like the wind. Feel all of it. Enjoy the entire walk. 

I want you to know I’m rooting for you. I always will. Your young adult life is beginning and you are in for a beautifully crafted experience designed by God especially for you. 

When I let go of your hand, I will still be checking on you, praying for you, and loving you the entire way. You will be terrified at times, thats how you know you can also be brave. You are gonna be great! 

We all are ❤

Mother’s Day Is

Mother’s Day is about cake for breakfast

too much butter on toast

hot cup of coffee

surrounded by those you love most

 

Mother’s Day is about thoughtful gifts

created from the heart

wrapped and overtaped

one of my favorite parts

 

Mother’s Day is about honoring those mamas

that once walked here before

never forgotten

I love you more

 

Mothers Day is being grateful

for the mommies who are still here

being together

taking turns with listening ears

 

Mothers Day is about feminine sass

not biting your tongue

with a sip of mimosa

makes brunch much more fun!

 

Mother’s Day is sunshine and flowers

gardening in the yard and yummy treats

playing outside

and earthy bare feets

 

Mother’s Day is sloppy kisses

and ginormous hugs

afternoon naps

and cuddles just because

 

Mother’s Day is little hands and sticky faces

that don’t last long

make a mess while you can

dance to that song

 

Mother’s Day is perfectly imperfect

surrounded by giving

available to everybody

Finally, making sense of this crazy life we are living