Sunday, March 21, 2010

Temporarily Off Track

Please forgive my absence.

As most of you know, I've been doing rather well at training (my body, my mind, and my creative self). I've been quite enjoying my ride!

Well, at the beginning of the week, as I was watching the beautiful scenery during my ride on that Training Train, that mean old time robber, Mr. Sick (Boo, Hiss!), pulled me out of my seat, dragged me towards the open door, and kicked me in the tooshy...sending me flying. I landed face first in a pile of dusty laundry and prickly whines from those still needing me while tumbleweeds of projects I've been meaning to tackle bounced silently on by.

My friends, if I've learned anything over the past several months, it is that it is the gettin' up and doin' that makes the difference.

So in my perceived absence (from blogging and most certainly from training), I've been running alongside the train...grabbing on again and again to those friendly hands that keep trying to pull me up (oh, you lovely commenters, you!) and smiling right back at friends and family who know I'll jump back on any minute.

I'm using the well-deserved rest that Mr. Sick inadvertently allowed me to re-discover a stronger me than the one that was booted off of the train. I simply keep my eyes on the train as I chug right along side it, slowing when I need to in order to let my health catch up, but never letting the caboose pass me up.

It's funny...while I've been trying to catch back up and find a way to jump on, I've noticed several little goodies alongside the tracks.

I've picked up some fun techniques that I'll be sharing with you through art journal pages, some delicious ingredients for that project I keep promising to share with you, oodles of inspiration from blogs I've still been able to catch, and even a few books blowing along in the wind that I can't wait to recommend. That is, once I catch my breath.

I see an open door coming up behind me and can feel the strength coursing up through my legs as I prepare for the jump. I'm tucking those last few tissues in my pocket (...I'm not going to litter for heavens sake!) and taking a last few scans to make sure Mr. Sick isn't hanging out ready to push me right back off.

And baby, I'm jumpin' back on with an energy the likes of which the passengers on this train have never seen.

Chugga chugga CHOO Ch.....Ah CHOO! Pardon me.

Ok, I'll be back soon.


  1. I love your sense of humor!
    I hope you get to feeling better real soon....we need you !!!!!!

  2. oh...get better soon...healt wishes going youer

  3. I always appreciate when I am reminded that jumping back on is always the best option.

    THANK YOU for writing here and sharing that...

  4. YAY! She is up and runnin'!
    You are a great writer. Love you Choo choo, a-choo! too cute.
    hug you,

  5. Woohoo!! look at you running along side that train, lol! I love your energy. I've had a visit from Mr. Sick too, I was not impressed, since I frequently brag to other sick people that I never get embarrassing, haha!
    Thanks for stopping by my blog. Keep a sketchbook beside your bed at all times for when inspiration hits, or that great next idea. I think it's great that you are working on sketches late into the evening. What else are you going to do when you can't sleep?

    So you are a yoga teacher, what type?
    I started up kundalini yoga again, and what a difference it has made in my mental state. I've been dragging my butt for weeks, not really motivated. I started again 3 weeks ago, and find that it pulls me out of a bad state quicker than anything else.

  6. Lisa, such a joy to visit your blog. You are such a great and thoughtful writer. Loved your guest post on "Surprise". I am envious of your gift with the pen (keyboard :). Have a great week.

  7. haha You are too funny. LOVE your blog and your writing. You always make me smile. :)

  8. Oh my, yes, that pesky train has blown through my station one too many times this past winter! Funny how it strikes me when I am feeling particularly full, creative, productive ... enforced rest and reflection? I also take comfort in knowing Patanjali, over 2,000 years ago, wrote about these very obstacles: sickness, loss of ground gained, doubt (being sick always summons up those gremlins!)

    I love the image of you chugging alongside the train ... can you see me waving my hand out the door to help you up? cannot wait to read about all the other goodies brewing in your life :)

  9. Feel better soon! We can't have you away for too long. :) Theresa

  10. enjoy your rest sweetie, you have absolutely deserved it! i eagerly await your return :) hugs!!

  11. Thanks for stopping by my blog to comment on my post. I'm having fun with the Artistic Mother projects, aren't you? The snow is slowly melting today with temps around 55. So its all nice and slushy wet. But the birds are all coming out so I'm hoping spring will just burst upon our little part of the world soon. Wishing spring to you soon, as well.

  12. Feel better soon. Sometimes, Mr.Sick is our friend though we don't want to believe it. Check out his advise to rest and go slow to go fast - it may not be all bad !
    Bless you !

  13. Sorry to hear this but you certainly have a good attitude about it!

    Get better soon! Gesundheit!

  14. Aww...I tried to keep up with emailing everyone individually but have fallen behind - and don't want you to think I've forgotten you!

    THANK YOU a zillion times over for the love and well-wishes. Seriously, they are helping. Every time I read a comment, I smile...and that smile makes me feel better.

  15. Oh Lisa, I hope you're feeling 100% again soon. I don't know how you manage to write so creatively and colorfully when you're sick. I love to read your "wonderings". Thanks for checking out my blog and leaving a comment too! Like you, it makes me smile. Now keep smiling and feel better!

  16. hope you get better SOON! back in the drivers seat and all.

  17. Oh yes, Mr. Sick stopped and stayed here for quite awhile, and managed to drag five out of six people in this station down with him. We're all still fighting him off, cough, cough, coughing through our days. We'll be glad when he's gone for good. Glad you are back in the swing of things.