Day 15: Finding our Yellow Umbrellas

I slip on three bracelets every day. One is from my daughter. One reminds me of my dear friends in far away places. And one holds a key with my one little word for 2017, lift. When I chose this word, my intent was to lift others. So far this year, I haven’t been providing much lift. I’ve needed it.

Tonight I drove home feeling less than. Diminished. Nothing had happened. Most days I find hope or have an expectation that something good is around the next corner. But driving home tonight I couldn’t conjure it.

I pulled into the driveway, walked into the kitchen, soup and salad and my husband were at the table. I forgot my low and gave thanks. Having someone waiting at home offering food is my idea of absolute love.  My self-deprecating mood abated.

Dishes cleaned, I sat down to read posts. My heart was filled with Amy Krouse Rosenthal. Elisabeth Ellington, Katherine Sokolowski, and Tara Smith all shared their insights and videos in their tributes to the personification of the word lift. I went on to watch Beckoning the Lovely and two of Amy’s TED talks.

Her yellow umbrella is a call to action. To make something beautiful. To beckon the lovely.
To “make more of what time we have.”  

With Amy’s words and all of the blessings that surround me, I am lifted to beckon the lovely in me and in my world. Here’s to finding our yellow umbrellas.

Thank you Two Writing Teachers for the March Slice of Life Challenge. Read more slices here.

16 thoughts on “Day 15: Finding our Yellow Umbrellas

  1. I’ve been overwhelmed by the life and loss of AKR too. Remembering her yellow umbrella and focusing on finding your own…YES! (I bought one…a yellow AKR umbrella. Maybe you need a literal yellow umbrella.)

    And by the way, you’re wrong. Your words, your posts…YOU…have lifted me up many times this year. Don’t be so hard on yourself. We all need lifting! That’s ok. You are doing it too…whether it’s intended or unintended, friend!

  2. I’m so glad that you have many people around you to lift you up. You must be special yourself to have so many people care about you. I bet they think you lift them up just by being you!

  3. I’ll second what Michelle said. You lift us all with your words. I haven’t been able to deal yet with the loss of Amy. I’ve checked out one of her books with the intention of reading it to my class. Her legacy is strong. Her spirit makes us all want more of her.

  4. I spent some time last night watching Amy’s TED talks and being struck over and over again by her generosity of spirit and her call to action. Your post reminded me that we all can do something, no matter how small, to beckon the lovely. Thank you.

  5. Amy enriched all lives she touched with her words, thoughts, actions. You make a difference every day with the students in your class and those who are smart enough to find your blog to read your words. Make more of the time we have, important to remember.

  6. It’s interesting to hear you talk of your low on the way home, and then being lifted by your husband’s loving ways, Julieanne. Amy’s gift to us all now is to remember what she wanted for the world. Every time I read your posts, I hear someone who is giving back to the world with thought-filled action, both personally and professionally. You are carrying that yellow umbrella!

  7. Joining you: To yellow umbrellas! Agreeing fully with you: Having someone waiting at home offering food is my idea of absolute love. Agreeing with everyone else: you lift us with your words.

  8. I rejoice with you that we have this writing outlet to give us “lift” when we need it. Your words have lifted others, including me, so I am glad that these posts lifted you. (And how nice to have dinner on the table when you arrived at home!)

  9. Echoing what others have said, Julieanne: you are part of a community that lifts one another. Your posts always leave me feeling hopeful. Thank you for sharing your thoughts about Amy’s wise words. You have lifted me this afternoon.

  10. Thank you for lifting me in the despair that has followed the death of one too bright, too young, too much a part of the literary world. I love the idea of a virtual yellow umbrella, too!

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