Places to Find Free Planner Printables For 2015

Places to Find Free Planner Printables For 2015

Print 2015

In the just few hours 2014 will go down into history. Are you in a mood to begin the New Year with some vision?  Yes, this is the right time to plan your year.

Goals should be SMART

SMART Goals are-

S = SPECIFIC
M = MEASURABLE
A = ATTAINABLE
R = REALISTIC
T = TIME BOUND

Why do you need to plan?

  • A plan will release the need to remember everything
  • It will give you the next concrete step towards your goal
  • Balance home, family, work
  • Time for yourself
  • Freedom to enjoy leisure

“Crystallize your goals. Make a plan for achieving them and set yourself a deadline. Then, with supreme confidence, determination n and disregard for obstacles and other people’s criticisms carry out your plan.”

Paul J. Meyer

Who needs a planner?

Everyone needs a planner. However, you need it if you are a

  • Women
  • Mother
  • Business owner
  • Work from Home mother
  • Creative person

Free Planners Printables to Download

Are you looking for free planners? Here are some great links for you-

Check this lovely 2015 planner with seven colourful options

Busy Moms Helper

Busy Moms Helper Danielle

If you want to organize you home here are some free printables to help you. There is vast collection of free printables for home management. There are labels, printables for kids,TV Time Tokens

TV Tokens Organizing Home Life Ginny

Organizing Home Life – Ginny

For free Goals Planner check the following links-

BudgetMama

The Budget Mama – Jessi

Mothers Niche

Mothers Niche

To make your Home binder check here-

Gluesticks Blog

Glue sticks Brandy

An interesting printable for your Usernames and Passwords is available on

User-Names

 

Organizing Home Life

 

Happy 2015 to everyone!

 

 

 

 

 

Finding Yourself through Journaling and Free Printable Month Tags

When my daughter was very young, I enrolled in a creative writing course. I aspired to become a freelance writer.

Writing during her nap times and night was exhausting. Sometimes I would work at night to finish a project and had to get early for the next day.

There were so many things to be done for the family, for my baby, for the house that I had no time for myself.

Then one day I read a quote that jolted me out of the torpor.

Home Coming

Home Coming

I decided to spend some time doing something I enjoyed every-day without guilt. However, I found out it wasn’t easy.

Guilt is another tag for motherhood. Why DO we always feel guilty in spite of doing the best? I think it comes from a collective consciousness that we have inherited from our ancestral mothers.

I started writing Morning Pages as suggested by Julia Cameron in her book The Artist’s Way.

She says-

The bedrock tool of a creative recovery is a daily practice called Morning Pages.

Morning Pages are three pages of longhand, stream of consciousness writing, done first thing in the morning…….They are about anything and everything that crosses your mind– and they are for your eyes only. Morning Pages provoke, clarify, comfort, cajole, prioritize and synchronize the day at hand. Do not over-think Morning Pages: just put three pages of anything on the page…and then do three more pages tomorrow.

I wrote whenever possible (morning or night) for five days a week. This practice became an anchor. I looked forward to that time with my journal.

Writing Space

Writing Space

However, diligently I wrote non-stop three pages mostly every-day. It helped to calm to my anxious mind. There were moments of clarity and profound wisdom.  Many times grace flowed divine and pure.

It gave me time and space to come with terms with the anxiety and stress of everyday life. It taught me that acceptance of any moment depends on your expectations.

Every day the blank page in my journal poses no expectations and yet offers infinite possibilities.

If you would like to explore writing a journal, here are few resources to help.

Journal Writing Tools

Journal Writing Resources

Here is a Christmas Gift for you!

Download this printable here to  get these lovely month tags for your journal.

Month Tags-page-001 F

Walk Slowly…

Foliage

Slow down and linger when

Those musical notes make you catch your breath as your heart sings.

Those words in the book that made you cry.

When hope touches lightly as you notice those first green leaves in the vegetable patch.

When your child sleepily walks in the morning to the kitchen and rubs his face against your night gown.

When after a long day at work, you ring the bell and the door opens to let you in the warm comfort of your home.

When after a thunderstorm, you walk on the grass and as the newly bathed trees let go of the water droplets.

When on a sunny afternoon, you notice those two squirrels running happily around the bush.

When an unknown migratory bird lands on your balcony and looks at you as a long lost friend.

Because life resides in these pauses……..

 

The ‘Eye’ of a Storm

An account of a storm as I observed (please ignore the tense errors)

Dark Clouds

 

Dark clouds looked threatening. The breeze which was balmy few minutes ago had transformed into a gale. The perfect imperfection of a storm is amazing. The leaves danced, and branches swayed to the divine tune. The swishing sound of the wind was accompanied by loud noise of banging doors. Zigzag ribbons of lightening adorned the sky. Havens illuminated for a second as I stared at the marvellous sight….When did the first rains kiss the Earth? How many years ago?  Was there any living being to witness?

The wind plays with my hair as rain drops weave as pearls. The touch of cold water feels divine on the skin. Last few days were hot and humid and lashing rains feel heavenly.

My plants are happily getting drenched. What does rain remind me? It reminds me of one day as a child, I had walked home in the rains with a friend instead of travelling in the school bus. I remember the rich hot chocolate we had after reaching home.

……………

Tea was what I needed.  I crossed over to the kitchen to switch on the light. It felt like late evening though it was just afternoon.

The money plant near the window created a delicate shadow pattern on the window.

Water boiled and I added the tea leaves, the golden liquid was rippling. Taking my cup outside, I sipped with closed eyes. Somehow, the spoon and the cup together made interesting music. I realised drinking tea can also be a meditative experience.

I am glad to discover the splendour of rains…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Conversations

Conversations

Orange and Yellow

 Will you lend me the bright orange dear morning, when the dawn breaks and melts the darkness?

Will you give the yellow sunshine dear noon, when shadows lengthen to rest on garden chairs?

Dear evening, if you walk with me as I go home

I promise to give you a bouquet of orange, yellow blossoms

And share the whispering secrets of the dawn

I might tell you the languid conversations of trees and leave affairs in the afternoon

So that when you meet the night, you can tell the solitary moon what it missed

And then perhaps with its crescent glance would give a silver hue.

To that longing in your heart

Solitary Moon

 

 

Breath of Freedom

Glimmer

At times the anticipation of pain will keep you stuck in the same place

It will give you inertia and though wisdom might give you a nudge you will ignore

Going on through the day with the fear in your heart

Nothing you do will involve the ‘all’ of you

For fear will overpower, override, overwhelm everything

Your heart will be like a small scared child

And as you sit through the darkness

Trying to stop the tears that glide incessantly

With quivering lips and shivering  fumbling fingers

Wiping those tears on your face

In the darkest hour sometime somehow

A thought, a place, a deed

Or some long lost fellow traveller’s words

Would whisper and echo

Through some small space in your heart unaffected by pain

here you would turn again and again to seek solace and comfort

To take that small step towards an unknown destination

As you feel the chain of pain slacken

You take a breath towards freedom….

If I ….

If I ….

We are happy

If I am unable to complete that ‘to-do list’  it is right.

If I want to sit with a cup of coffee with the pile of pending housework, it is OK.

If I spend some time in making soap bubbles with my daughter, it is fine.

If I go out in the rain without an umbrella to soak it is lovely.

If while baking with my child the cake sinks it becomes a happy memory

If Saturday afternoon lingers in the shadows with paper and threads, it is much fun.

If while walking on the everyday path, I take a turn towards left to walk into the woods it is fascinating

If tears glide while watching a movie as I break down there is nothing to hide.

Just let the wind into my hair and let the breeze whisper the secrets.

As I realize life dances in such moments of Divine grace.

Not Doing a Geographical

Resplendence

I have realised that peace cannot be attained by completing the list of never-ending tasks. It is not there at the end of the day. It cannot be found by ‘doing the geographical’. (I love this expression, which implies removing yourself from a place either literally or figuratively.) . So many times I walk away from people, places and feelings, those very times I fight with myself. It becomes a heady ride of emotions. Anger, guilt, resentment compete with each other to get my attention. Peace at such times stands in the corner like an ignored child who has lost all hope of getting the mother’s attention.

Recently, I have been letting the anger, and its friends do all the theatrics for me. I watch as a spectator and clap at their brilliant performances.  If I get totally engrossed I would buy their cause.  However, I simply watch as they perform the parts in this drama of everyday. They recede after sometime behind the curtains. Yes, they can again give another performance, but then I too will just watch. Instead of ignoring I would greet them with respect and let them be. At such times, I have noticed that while I am watching these antics, peace comes over to sit beside and holds my hand.

Being at peace is that small feeling of comfort in the depths of the heart unaffected by the outer chaos. It is like a warm glow of fire, which is so reassuring on a cold night. It blooms like a flower spontaneously with the touch of the rains after a storm. It is not the end of turmoil, but the discovery of order in ‘disorder’.   Peace is that space when colours brighten, and the day swings on the rope of happiness for no reason. Just as a child running in the open your soul feels the gay abandon of peace resonating in your heart as a joyous tune.

 

 

Where was the ‘Green’?

Where was the Green?

 A tree just outside my house was devoid of any leaves for more than two months. It stood stoically watching over, braving the harsh winter winds. There was nothing that spoke about the inherent life force. Other trees nearby had their green coat intact. Somehow, this tree looked odd with pointed brown branches fanning around its trunk aimlessly. There was nothing to hold your gaze except for looking unusual in the midst of green.

Throughout December, January and February, I observed without paying much attention.  I noticed and admired the other trees. However, yesterday morning the moment while walking out of the room to the terrace I stopped in my tracks. Ahead of me was a stunning sight! This tree was covered with delicate green button like leaves overnight. It was as if a master painter had worked all night to give it leaves. The tree looked glorious in the early golden light.

Delicate Green

Where was this ‘green’? My mind asked. However, my heart smiled. The Divine presence in my heart was totally aware. Was the tree conscious of this? Yes, it was and that was the reason it had calmly braved the winter standing naked in the outdoor. The tree spirit believed and trusted the Universe to provide what was needed. It was not affected by lack of attention by the passersby. It never complained and compared with the other trees only because it had absolutely understood that every journey is different. Each phase in life is transient, and patience is the sole key.

When we face challenges, and things are far from our liking why do we feel angry and frustrated? The mind gets busy finding strategies to overcome or override the present situation. Our hearts are blocked with anger, resentment and fear. We easily slip into depression or apathy. Feelings of self-pity overwhelm us as we constantly delve into comparison.

This nondescript tree appears to know and understand more than us. It embraces the process with an open heart and bares its soul to every experience. The tree TRUSTS this progression. It knows that (however, cliché It might sound) everything does happen for a reason, and transpires for the best.

Muse

Muse

Jasmin

 I Understand

 The Certain Uncertainty

And the Uncertain Certainty.

 But I

 Have Hopeless Hope

Or Hopeful Doubts

 I Search

 The Sum of Nothing

Or Nothing in Something

 I Laugh 

  at  little Inconsistencies

And at the Illusion in the Visions

 I Know

 Life moves in one Direction

But Mind can travel in both

  I  Still Dream

  Of the Impossible

And experience the Miracles around me

 I am Enthralled

  By the Infiniteness of the Universe

And  can see the Oblivion

 I Bow

 To the five Elements

To the Creator, Nurturer, the Destroyer

  I Accept

 That time is a flow

And the only concept constant is the CHANGE

 

 

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