Steam rising off the coffee mug…someone’s voice on the phone…the crunch of leaves underfoot 🍁… to pause and notice these little breaths, is a sacred, joyful practice. Let’s add to the list, leaning in to witness the Singular Moments of Wonder.
Kathy Joy: Happy Thanksgiving. Can you send me a heart or some emoji or a happy face or a comment? Today, as promoted, she wants to do buoyant breaths of joy. These are celebrations and things to be thankful for.
Kelly Wallace: Thanksgiving, for many of us, isn't what we hoped it would look like. But we are adaptable, we are resilient, and if we are willing to pivot, we will find joy. Wallace: Thank you for the smiles, the breaths of joy.
Shannon: I had a list of joyful breaths or buoyant breaths or as I like to say, breaths of joy. Beginning of a new day. New days beg to be witnessed. This is our second or third snowfall. I might have to brave the elements and go in and get a nice hot cup of coffee.
What it is that gives us joy, what breaths of joy are we breathing in today? I invite you to do this throughout the day if you notice something. Lastly, the knowing of God and his pure goodness in the joy and pain.
Okay. It says unauthorized. I don't even know what that means. Good morning from Cadresphere. I'm Kathy Joy. I like to refer to myself as Speak Wonder because I love to speak wondrous words into the atmosphere and the Cadmosphere. Happy Thanksgiving. If I am actually live streaming, can you send me a heart or some emoji or a happy face or a comment? The comment could be where you're having Thanksgiving today. If you're observing the holiday on a different day, good for you. It's important that we gather.
Oh, it says I am having WI fi in my car, so apparently I'm broadcasting. There's Kelly. Kelly, 1803, has joined. Looks like I'm live. Didn't know. Did not know if I would arrive at my live today. I'm sitting in a snowstorm at a circle K in a little town outside of Erie called Waterford. Thank you for the hearts. Hi. And I need some encouragement. So I'm probably one quarter of the way to my destination for Thanksgiving, which is my mom's, where she is residing in a nursing home. And there are a couple of families joining me to have a Thanksgiving feast.
Thank you to the cracker barrel and two honey baked ham. We did what was the most expeditious for all of us contributing to the meal. My brother is bringing a pumpkin roll. And we are having Thanksgiving by gum and Bengali, you know, here in the hinterland, as I like to call it, on the outskirts of Buffalo, New York, which gives lake effect. And of course Lake Erie borders Buffalo and Erie. We are experiencing lake effect and it is Thanksgiving and we are dealing with it. Hey, Shannon. And I awoke this morning just kind of grieving for an adult child who has canceled me.
And I've shared this before and it just hits you sideways some days and holidays. It hits. So I show up here in a joyful mode with. But I won't do it in a fake way. So today, as promoted, I want to do buoyant breaths of joy. And no, I'm unable to do it because I don't have the tech savvy to navigate to my word document on my phone where I had listed some breaths of joy. I'm going to do them from memory. I'm going to jiggle them up and jiggle them out and share them with you. And I wonder if you would participate.
So Breath of joy to me is personally to me as an author. It's the pre title of four of my books. I have breath of Joy, Winter Whispers. I have breath of Joy. Singing Spring, Breath of Joy, Simply Summer and Breath of Joy. Ah, Autumn. Each of those books is a collection of breaths of joy, buoyant breaths that keep us afloat. And you know, they are meaningful because they're breaths of a certain kind of CO2. Not the oxygen that fills our lungs, but the kind of ethereal oxygen that fills our spirits and keeps us going forward.
Can you think of some breaths of joy? These are celebrations and things to be thankful for, so truly, anything that comes to mind. So today, from my memory, I'm going to say breaths of joy. The splash in the puddle, the glory in the hallelujah, the giggle in the child, the wiggle in the jello, the cool whip on the pumpkin piece, the snow outside my car window and a safe car to drive in. These are glimpses of gratitude. Some are simple, some are profound. What do you have here, Shannon? Thanks for being with me.
Thank you for coming into a space where I feel sad today and for holding anchor for me. You know, if you've been with me for any length of time, that on Thursday I come onto the Cadre and, oh, gosh, I was gonna wear my really cute hat for you. I still. Can I come into the Cadre now? It looks like I should be singing jolly old Christmas carols. You like that? It's got a little flower on the side. Come into the Cadre sphere and I talk about harbor pilots. And that is a word picture of our friends, our family, our support systems, our coaches and mentors and influencers who help us get out of the sea, which can be a scary place, and navigate us into safe harbor by encouraging us by sometimes taking control of the wheel if needed, and by saying the powerful words that will navigate us into a place where we can rest, drop anchor and sit for a while.
So we are each other's harbor pilots. The beauty of ocean ripples. What a great breath of joy, Shannon. Thank you, Kelly. Shannon says dogs and light hitting in beautiful ways. Yes. Don't you just love to sit and watch the light come in and come through a window in a certain way or through color? Like you've ever seen the sun coming through a jar of marmalade? There's a breath of joy. The beauty of ocean ripples. Sitting in the dark with others. That's pretty cool. That's a breath of joy. Cow. See, I just had to get you going so you could list yours as well.
Any other breaths of joy? How about the letter waiting in the mail? Mailbox? You know, the actual letter waiting. The. They call it snail mail. Of course, we could go to Sound of Music and we could say, brown paper packages wrapped up with string and snowflakes that lay on my nose and eyelashes. Laughter. Yeah, laughter. Laughter is a breath of joy. Yes, indeed. A well written sentence. That is an exquisite breath. A well chosen word. A real phone call versus a text. Don't get me wrong, I communicate with text and center and Snapchat and all the stuff to receive or to place a real phone call in real time is pretty cool.
And that's a breath of joy. The unexpected love gesture received. Oh, Kelly, you guys are all poets. You're dropping some good words and you're helping us remind each other how to let the buoyant breath support us today. Because we can have laughter on a difficult day. And that's why it's beautiful, and that's why it's a breath of joy. I am so grateful to have WI Fi here in the middle of nowhere. I mean, this is the only gas station in this little town, and I didn't know if I would be able to patch into you guys, and I'm so grateful.
Oh, thank you, Shannon. Me showing up today. Thank you. Thanksgiving, for many of us, isn't what we hoped it would look like. It doesn't particularly look like what I had hoped for. And yet we are adaptable, we are resilient, and if we are willing to pivot, we will find joy. We surely will. We're finding it right now in this conversation. Let's have a couple more minutes together because this is really boosting me up. I think this is going to. I do know. I sense in my spirit, in my heart that this is going to adjust, Adjust my sales, get me going, and I will view the day differently.
I do view the day differently because I've been with you today. Thank you for all of you showing up. I don't know what you have planned or if you, you know, have a different day that you do. A feast. You know, one year, my mama, when she was still living in her house, she called me and she said, can we have a special meal for Thanksgiving? And that year it was just the two of us, myself and my mama. And I said, well, sure. So I was bracing myself for something exotic or different or a recipe I never made.
She said, honey, can we have walking tacos for Thanksgiving? I said, you bet, Mom. And we had walking tacos. I made them homemade. If you've not had them, I think they're inspired, at least in my region of the world, by the local. The Boy Scouts serve them at different occasions. And they use an actual Doritos bag or Fritos bag. And it's called a walking taco because all the taco ingredients are in there. You know, the ground beef or the other meat, whatever it is, and the shredded cheese and the salsa and a few more chips thrown in and maybe a fork, and you can walk around and eat your taco.
Thus, walking tacos. Shannon's smiling now. Yeah. So that was an unexpected Thanksgiving dinner and one that brought her much joy. Today is traditional for our combined families as far as the dishes that will be brought in and the other families coming in from Cleveland, Ohio, and they're also under a winter watch. And I called the lady that's bringing the meal. She's kind of combining with her mom and my mom at the nursing home, and she said, hey, I live in Cleveland. It snows. We get in the car and drive.
I would imagine that's true for you Minnesotans, which many of you are in the Cadre. We just. In Pennsylvania, when it's winter, we deal with it. Back in the day, we didn't have the weatherman standing at the lakefront in the blizzard saying, don't go out. We just used our sound judgment and either stayed in or went away. And I don't know what your thoughts are on snowbirds. I envy people who jet to Florida for the winter, but I don't think that's me. I think rather than be a snowbird, I would like to enjoy the season from my cozy, tiny house with a cup of cocoa and Hub grubhub for three months solid.
Just bring me my food. I got my Netflix. I've got my Cadre. I'm good. I think I could hibernate now. I say that, and it's probably not true. And realistically, I have to leave my house in winter. And so we deal. Thank you for the smiles, for the breaths of joy. If you have any more, add them in. I'm gonna do another minute or so here, and I just think it's a blessing to sit here and be at the Circle K in my. My good, solid winter car. It does well in the snow. I like to say. My little Buick SUV is.
Is confident on its feet, and it does well. I know they're wheels, but I'm going to think of some more breaths. I did not know I'd be challenging myself in this way because as I mentioned early in this broadcast, I had a list of joyful breaths or buoyant breaths or as I like to say, breaths of joy. How about the memory tugging on your shoulder? Just the memory that pulls you gently back and says, let's enjoy the softness of that memory. Or maybe the future pulling at my sleeves in a playful way, like a gypsy breeze, saying, come on, come on.
Imagine a bright future. You can do that. That's buoyant. That's a breath of joy. Beginning of a new day. It says begging, but I think that might be a typo. I don't know. New days beg to be witnessed. You know, that's a whole Cadre right there bearing witness to the day, taking it as it comes, seeing it for what it is, describing it, and then fully immersing in it. Oh, that first drink of coffee, Shannon. Thank you. You know, I might have to brave the elements and go in and get a nice hot cup of coffee at this Circle K gas station, which blessedly has WI fi.
Yeah, I might have to do that. Yeah. First snowfall. This is our second or third here where I live. Grateful for you. Thank you, Kelly. This is exactly what I needed. Isn't it interesting how we make a plan to encourage other people in that same encouragement is what buoys us up. So here we are in our little huddle, our hushed huddle of wonder, speaking out loud and typing on our keyboards and onto our little smartphones. What it is that gives us joy, what breaths of joy are we breathing in today?
I invite you to do this throughout the day if you notice something. I had a cardinal at my bird feeder. I know they're not particularly rare, but they're sure pretty. And for many people, they carry a lot of symbolism. So I had a male and female cardinal at the feeder, and I snapped. I snapped a picture. Maybe I'll post that in the conversation stream here. Lastly, the knowing of God and his pure goodness in the joy and pain. He's a good God. He's a good God. He's a loving father. That's a great way to wrap it up.
And it truly is God himself who gets the glory for sending these buoyant breaths of joy to our human experience. Yeah, Kelly, you wrapped it up for us. Shannon, thank you for being here. Anyone else who popped in and out? I'm not sure. And if you are on the replay, thank you for coming in. Becky is here. It's just great to have you. And we have really put together a great list. And we've had some great moments together. Yes. Thank you. All blessings and abundance in whatever way it comes to you and lodges in your aching or joyful heart.
Let's laugh through the moments together we'll hear echoes throughout the day.
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