Today, I don't feel like practicing what I preach.
Am I not the one forever saying that we should take joy in the small routines and daily tasks? I say that, don't I?
And most days it's exactly what I do...instead of groaning over the disgustingly dirty football laundry, I rejoice that I have my little guy who brings joy to my heart (nevermind the clothespin on my nose while I'm rejoicing).
But do you ever have days where all the responsibilities just feel like a big pile of rocks on your back? Dear friends, I'm having one of those.
When my 'to do' list spilled over onto the third page, I looked down and felt weary. My list is 99% full of really good things...things that will help others, bring beauty, etc . . . you know, really good causes.
But I have nowhere else to steal time...I don't watch tv, I don't shop...I'm already stealing from my sleep time...and I know the negative results of stealing from my prayer time, so won't do that.
Oh, listen to me whine (no don't listen to me whine!).
Life is beautiful. What's my problem? Just thinking back on all the uplifting and encouraging words from you guys helps me hold up my chin and embrace all that's good, and there's oh so much of that. (see, you think I do this blog for you but it's really selfishly motivated :) . . . I so cherish each of you and your sweet spirits and kind words, truly).
So, until next time . . . here's another little Silver Bella peek for you . . . and don't focus on that pile of rocks for long.
no frost on the pumpkin yet here...but the winds are changing, the skies are different, clearer. and the blackbirds are gathering en masse in the trees, those pesky, noisy little creatures.
remember the poem by that sinister little guy, Poe? 'Once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered weak and weary...' we used to love reading that poem and letting the chill run up our spine. 'quoth the raven, nevermore!'.
autumn will be fun-busy here...a couple of campouts, church events, football and more football...a heavily-anticipated escape to a place way up in the wilderness of the blue ridge mountains of beautiful north carolina over thanksgiving. and a couple of guest design projects in the works.
well, i better get moving then, huh? because I didn't even mention getting ready for silver bella, and I'm definitely scurrying around in preparation for this event. here's another little peek...
Ran across this little accordion booklet I made last year . . . and stopped on these words.
Maybe it's because our firstborn turn 16 over the weekend . . . and we're down to months instead of years before she's no longer an active part of our nest . . . and my mother-hen heart wants to have her right here right now every single moment . . . but in reality I know I can't force that. She's so caught up in friends and school and sports and now she's gone and got a 'special guy' that I have to share her with (good thing we really like him) :) All those parenting books I read when they were little, well they didn't tell you about this part . . . about how those 16 or 17 years of helping them build strong wings was only so they could fly away from you.
So life is bittersweet . . . but mostly sweet.
Moments become days and days become years and I am ashamed of myself for all the moments I just existed and got through . . . none of them should be ordinary. Ordinary makes me yawn and I don't want to be a yawn, know what I mean?
[journal note: they were all finally shipped out yesterday. thanks so much for your patience and I will do my non-ordinary best to put some more in my shop soon]
I read a quote by Oswald Chambers this morning and couldn't help but think of this day six years ago...
"We imagine we would be all right if a big crisis arose; but the big crisis will only reveal the stuff we are made of, it will not put anything into us."
Here in the States, six years ago, we discovered that yes there are those here that are made of some pretty good stuff. The world finally saw that America is a lot more than it's flashy celebrities, not-so-heroic athletic superstars, and superficial millionaires...all of us are not pretentious, selfish and loud (and all that other stuff Americans get a bad rap for)...
The America I know is nothing more than just good, average, authentic people with big hearts that surface when it matters.
We are all forever changed by 9/11 but I know some of you were affected personally...and my most sincere prayers are with you on this the day we will never forget.
Here's my little vintage suitcase that is usually with me when I'm out-and-about...it stays in the car most of the time so it's there when i need it...
why? well because of what's inside of course...
can't be caught off-guard with idle hands while waiting for football practice to end, getting my car washed, sitting in car-rider line...what? you don't have one? tsk tsk
the journals are coming, the journals are coming...going into my etsy shop at 2:00 this afternoon nashville time (central)...and please please please, if you aren't able to get one...please do not be angry with me because (1) i can make more and (2) they're only journals :)
I love walking to the mailbox each day...out here in the absence of civilization I take a moment to stare across the corn fields, throw a stick for the dogs, listen to the sounds of the countryside...
and when a special surprise package like this one from a sweet carolyn greets me, I run-not-stroll back into the house, anxious to open up and discover what's inside...oh wow what a treat I was greeted with this time...
announcement for today is that i put a few of those [labor intensive!] bingo card journals in my etsy shoppe this morning...absolutely love how they turned out (not too soon to be thinking of holiday gifts)...
[SPECIAL NOTE RE: THE BINGO JOURNALS...they are already gone and I've gotten lots of emails and comments so will do my very-busy best to make some more...thank you all so much!]
...and speaking of the holidays, thought it would be fun over the next couple of months to give you some Silver Bella sneak peeks from the vendor wares and classes that I'll be bringing to Omaha...here's the first...
boys growling like animals, knocking each other silly and finally getting the chance to release all that pent up aggression (at least where mom won't fuss about it).
it's here...football season. and I'm the biggest fan of sweaty #26. I love football because he loves football (oh, and he's a huge hockey fan so I've grown to love hockey too...and he says baseball might be his favorite sport to play so baseball's pretty cool too...and last week he mentioned he wants to sign up for basketball...)
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