Posts Tagged ‘starting over’

What If You Could Truly Erase Your Past And Start Fresh?

10-10-15 239

Photo by Terri Crosby 2015.

Written by Terri Crosby for In Care of Relationships

It was an innocent, ordinary moment. 

I got in my car to head for the Unity Board Meeting, pulled out of the garage, and then paused at the top of my driveway to consult my GPS for an address.  I wanted to send a thank you note to local farmer Philip Whitaker for all the pumpkins and gourds he had donated for our Celebration Party on Sunday, Sept 27, and I knew his address was in my Garmin. 

I turned on my Garmin.  It asked me what language I preferred. 

“How odd,” I thought.  But I answered.

Then, really curious now about why that message would come up, I selected “Saved Addresses.” 

It said “no data available.”

Stunned, I looked up for a moment at the beautiful, tall trees in front of me.  “What is going on here?” I asked them.  But they said nothing.  They simply stood in perfect silent support of this moment.

It turns out there were only 3 addresses in my GPS: Garmin USA — 719 miles NW.  Garmin Europe 4022 miles NE.  And Garmin Asia 7987 miles NW. 

I touched the icon that says “Go Home” — and you know what?  It asked me where HOME was.

As I drove to the board meeting, the significance of all of this began to sink in.     

First, my navigational system didn’t crash, it simply reset itself by deleting my past. 

Which raises the question, “What if I really lived this way?”  What if I simply allowed myself to delete yesterday and operate as if every morning is a brand new life?

Second, according to my Garmin, I’ve never been anywhere at all!  And now, in this present moment, all I have to do is program where I want to go, and my history-free navigational system will take me there.  I have a clean slate from which to move forward — anywhere I choose to go.

The story gets even better…

That evening, on the way home from the board meeting, I stopped at the grocery store.  I’m in the “foils and plastic wrap” aisle and standing next to me is a man with a t-shirt that said something about trusting God.  I can only see his back.

But something about him seemed familiar, and slowly I thought, “No, it can’t be!”

But yes, it can be – indeed it was!

It was Philip Whitaker, the man whose address I had been looking for in my Garmin.  We talked, I was able to thank him for his generosity and for helping to make our Sunday celebration so colorful.  And yes, I got his address.

It seems that my guidance system is in perfect working order after all, and not only that, it received an upgrade!




Continue Reading

Spring Metamorphosis

Spring 2

Well, it is spring after all!  Am I shedding old skin, undergoing an inner housecleaning, blossoming — starting anew?

Is there a brand new person growing inside me?

Sure feels like it. In any case, it’s been a long time since we’ve spoken…

Perhaps I should I say it’s been months since my last confession.

Probably not, considering my fairly forthcoming nature — I’m sure I confessed yesterday, or maybe even this morning when I woke up.  I don’t mean apologize, I mean something else entirely, although confessionthere are quite a few finger-pointing, finger-wagging definitions for this idea of confession. One typical definition describes acknowledging or avowing a fault, crime, misdeed, weakness, etc. by way of revelation.  Pretty dramatic if you think about it. And besides, we can’t really “get it wrong.”  On any given day, we are doing our best in that moment, and that is anything but wrong.   Nevertheless, most references to  this word “confess” convey the idea of not wanting to hold some sort of wrongdoing secret within oneself. There is, however, a more life-giving, life-affirming definition a little further down the line, which is “to own or admit as true.”  Now there’s something to write home about! For me, here’s what’s true these days.

Being a truly Happy Cappy (Capricorn) in Spring is getting out the spade, the shovel, the hoe, and the hand trowel.  Right now I have about a bushel of marigold seeds from last years garden — need any?  Send me your address and I’ll send you a handful.

new shoots 2Cucumbers are up.  Yellow pear cherry tomatoes, and big ol’ Cherokee Purples.  Basil and spring salad greens, and sweet red Italian peppers are coming to life.  It’s all brand new growth. I can relate. So what’s going on inside me?  I don’t really know.  I can’t tell yet what I’m becoming.  I’m waiting to see what I grow into. What, you, too? Shall we keep each other posted?  It’s a deal. Continue Reading

Intimacy Is Everywhere

Hello Everyone,

Today, intimacy.

Love to you all,

Read more

Friday Love: Bam! Gate Breaking, Anyone?

Good Friday, Everyone!

Today, I’m sharing a story about how I accidentally accomplished something on my bucket list. I ran through an exit gate while looking the other way. The hood of my car is scratched up, and one windshield wiper is a mess, but let’s have a good laugh about how we never expect what “getting what we want” includes!

Let me know if you relate…

Read more

Enough with the Name-Calling

It seems to be a growing fad these days to call someone a narcissist, or declare they are toxic.
Political name-calling is similar—we assign politicians and voters to categories, and brush them off as if they are unintelligent, inferior, or even worthless.
By labeling others, we miss their humanity. We gloss over their struggle, their best effort at dealing with life. We dismiss them.
We do to them what we believe they are doing to others.
Look past a label, and in the soft light of day, there stands a person like you or like me, coping as best they can. At the end of the day, no friend, parent, or lover making conscious choices intends to be mean, or to ignore, or to embellish. There is always more to the story.
If we label others, then for sure we label ourselves. We trap ourselves into believing we are less than. Or not enough. Or we don’t give ourselves the time and forgiveness to work through our “stuff.” Maybe, if we stopped accusing others of narcissism, we could forgive ourselves for those moments when we were narrow-minded, inconsiderate, or afraid.
When it comes to labels, nobody wins.
So, my dear people, I suggest we peer a little deeper into ourselves to investigate a need to separate ourselves from others by tacking them with a label filled with disdain or scorn.
It is my wish that you view this video and take it to heart.
Much love,

Read more

Get in touch

Terri Crosby

Talk to me