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Friday’s Five –April 12, 2019

It wasn’t all good, dear readers. I don’t want to leave the impression here that everything is hunky-dory every day. 😜

Because you know…life. 😳

HOWEVER, I can generally find at a bare minimum five good things from the previous few days to share here. And, I did! Here they are:

people to encourage and pray for; someone needs your prayers;

red clover swaying on roadsides—I really must stop and get a picture ASAP;

drive-thru with a special sale price for what I actually planned to eat;

a hairdresser who knows without description what to do–even though said hairdresser sees hundreds of people—she still remembers;

Little hands placing little seeds in little cups and little voices saying I so ess-ited! Me too, loves. Me, too.

However your week went, it is likely there were bumpy places. Maybe they were really bad. I’m sorry if they were. Maybe they were just medium bad. Or slightly. But in every day and every circumstance, there is room for a genuine good.

Maybe it’s a hand clasped in yours. Maybe it’s a smile or nod when you really needed it. Maybe it’s a patch of clover on a roadside, or how the moon waits for you to look at it. Keep looking.

🌟

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Lent: Saturday Snapshot 3/16/2019

Today, the table pic is from a workshop where I’ve worked on watercolor for the past two days.

I think my palette was so vibrant at this particular moment. I was working on a variety of things and exercises, I and completely lost track of time. Wonderful feeling.

What are you doing when time flies? Maybe you might think of adding more of that to your life…

Happy Saturday everyone. (Tomorrow is a “free Lent day” but I think I’ll still find something to share. ☺️🙏🏼🌟


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Lent 2019–Day4–3/9/2019 A Matter of TIME

Sometimes it’s good to take a look at our days. Make a new grid. Design a new way of looking at them. Write in the non-negotiables. You know: eating/sleeping/Netflix ☺️.

See how much time we really have to do something new…or something we used to enjoy. See how much time we (dare I say it) waste.

Look at that new grid and live with it for a week or so. Decide where we can eliminate something for just an hour a day. Just 30 minutes. Then adjust. Again and again until we are living a more (fill in your own blank) life.

That’s where I am this first week of Lent. Deciding. Trying. And admitting it is not easy, so I must be on a good track for me.

No one should dictate our free time activities, but now and then it might help to see if what we choose is benefiting us or holding us back.

Today’s “new found” time is leading me into a scary art studio space. You think I’m joking. I am not. I may have to pray for time to stand still in there for a little while. I expect to learn and re-learn some lessons about order in there.

Good luck on whatever your time is telling you to do. 🌟🌟


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Lent 2019 Day 2–3/7/2019

Already on my way to my inner wish that this white tablecloth (old sheet) would see a transformation along the days to Easter, just as I hope we will.

Little did I know it would start so soon, but 2 two-year old Emma was here today…and she paints like she lives: with wild abandon.

So today, this message:

The mess is often beautiful. Enjoy the colors you see today. 🌟


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Friday’s Five

My mailbox has been filled with beautiful letters and cards lately. I’m hoping to return the favor soon. A whole day can brighten when a real letter is in the box. 🌟 Trying…

Hand sewing. Rebel stitches. Another India Flint class has begun, and the community of makers is a generous and talented bunch. It is so lovely to see women sharing and supporting one another in creative pursuits. Stitching…

A yard filled with jonquils and camellias. February has shown out with beautiful bouquets for the taking. My grandchildren collecting bouquets. Watching…

More opportunities for presenting various workshops and celebrating the creative spirit. Teaching…

Looking at this point in my life and knowing that it may last just a season, but it’s a good one. Living…

Happy belated Valentine’s Day. Love the you you are today. And if you haven’t already, do one little thing for yourself. Treat yourself well.

You’ll never regret it. Prioritizing…

🙂


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Friday’s Five

February 1:

Welcome, dear short and hopefully sweet month. You started off in good form, giving me lots of good news this day.

Have you ever had days where you seemed to say Thank you for things that other days you might overlook? That was me today.

Here are five of many:

The receptionist at a doctor’s office commented on a metal ring I wear. That led to a conversation about New Mexico (soul state, people…) and then she gave me tips for next trips because she used to live there. Ahhh. Then she reached into her purse and showed me a medicine bottle filled with bits of white sand from a location we discussed….all that because she noticed my ring. NM lovers don’t waste chances.

( She keeps that sand with her, y’all. Think about that. )

A lot of good talk which spilled over throughout the day and colored other interactions … because that’s how it is once we feel connected, isn’t it… we want others to feel it, too…

The jonquils are blooming…

…which made me think of my children and the many bouquets they used to pick… and how these three blooms will accompany me tomorrow to an art workshop I’m teaching…

and the red berries I don’t know the name of are still near my driveway, which makes my heart smile every single time…

…the birds are getting their fill…but that is as it should be. I get to get a glimpse and am glad for it.

While I was outside, I decided to pick up twigs for another project. That led me to find a favored pen I did not know I dropped earlier…the mundane things that are capable of bringing happiness…

Order is my focus word for the new year, and it is proving to be a good choice. An enlightening and challenging choice…and that is exactly what I need. It will be interesting to see how many things I can set into some semblance of order this year. I may need to keep this word for two years. Ha.

It is the month of love, dear readers. I celebrate by posting vintage valentines on FB… here’s tomorrow’s

pick. Little things…

How will you show love this month or minute?

I hope you show it, feel it, acknowledge it.

Not just in February. 🙂


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Sunday’s Song: Renewal

Today is the five year anniversary of this blog. I  just spent a few minutes looking back at previous July posts. I found my former self in the space of those days: the eager exhilaration of beginning something new, the devastation of learning my husband’s cancer diagnosis, the paralyzation of grief filled days, the determined plodding ahead.  

And this brings me to the fifth space. This year. This walk. How do I describe it? How have I changed? What is around the corner? 

Who am I today that I was not five years ago? Well, I am a widow. A grandmother. A theology student. A world traveler. A retiree. A small business owner. An activist. Those titles come fairly quickly. 

Who am I still? A mom. A writer. An artist. An independent woman. 

Who am I yet to be? Time will tell.

I feel a longing, a tugging toward something more. Something that involves writing, art, spirituality, helping a larger group. We will see. 

I know not to discount the power in putting one foot in front of another. I know presence has deep meaning. I know that for all the people who tell you that you cannot do something or be something, you are the one who ultimately decides.

A lot of good has come my way in recent years. I have had three different pieces of art accepted into nationally juried shows. Still, someone laughingly commented: Oh, it’s so nice to say I know a real artist. Truly, I have been an artist for decades now. It was only when my work was accepted by someone other than me that this person accepted this part of me. This saddens me. We limit people. We put barriers up with too many requirements. We don’t make the next move because we allow ourselves to be defined by someone else’s limited view. 

Don’t allow that to happen to you. 

Days pass quickly. I can still remember riding to Louisiana with my family for a summer outing five summers ago. I found a book on blogging that day. It was like a sign. And I began. 

The journey took detours, and I am sure more detours lie ahead. In the meantime, though, I re-affirm my decision to write. To create. To think independently. To live in this world as the person I am. And to witness to those who cross my path. To celebrate all they are and all they hope to be. 

We have power. We must use it. Our day will come. 💫