When It’s Time

We learn from our surroundings.

A couple of weeks ago, I saw this hibiscus plant at the market. The price was marked way down because it’s at the end of it’s season. It looked so healthy and full of buds that I had to bring it home. It would be the last of the blooms.

The hibiscus displays one bloom a day.

It opens up to reveal it’s beauty all the way to the core and then politely closes at the end of the day. Even closed it’s beautiful and it knows when it’s done. It doesn’t force the bloom.

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Can you see the closed bloom to the left?

 

I feel as if I’ve bloomed quite a bit this year and maybe that’s one of the reasons to embrace the change in season. I’m ready to not bloom for a while. To take a season of rest.

Not everything I planted in the yard this year bloomed. The cannas and trumpet vine along the fence bloomed once, but they’re happily growing. So maybe that’s it. You have to grow before you can bloom. You have to be fully ready to bloom.

You will bloom, when it’s time.

Happy Monday Beautiful Souls.

Weekends Are Sacred

My weekend begins at 5:01 on Friday’s. That is when my phone shuts down until Monday.

I have two jobs as a Virtual Assistant and one is on the weekends, but I’ve had that job for 7 years. It began as my way of staying home with my daughter and making a living after leaving my marriage. It’s been reliable in that sense, but I had to set boundaries.

My first thought this morning was, “Life is not hard. Life is what we make it.” I woke up tired. It’s been a busy few weeks. It was ever so pleasing to know it’s Friday.

My daughter walks by my room and tells me, “I love your bedroom.”

I catch her standing in the doorway staring at it. Since the redo beginning with Under the Bed, it has the feeling of a retreat. When you work from home, you need a room like that. When I walk into my room, I leave work behind.

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I’m sitting in the middle of my bed and here’s what my bedside table reveals.

Two out of three Hydrangea blooms that have been with me all week. A small Voluspa candle, because I couldn’t decide what scent I liked best to buy a big one. A large Voluspa candle is a commitment. My favorite ink pen and a water bottle for the weekend.

Someone asked me what I was doing this weekend and I said, “As little as possible.”

My weekends are sacred.

Waiting for Autumn

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Arms Wide Open

This meme is more beautiful each year.

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My family is laughing at me.

I bought pumpkins and placed them on the porch. I’ve always waited for Fall to arrive and didn’t really do much to help bring it in. The weather forecast is saying it’s going to drop down to the 70’s at night this week.

Anything below 80 degrees in Texas is downright chilly! Below 60 degrees is freezing! 🙂

My daughter loves the glitter porch.

A couple of years ago, we began spray painting our pumpkins with glitter. You can buy a clear-coat paint and choose the color of glitter. We bought gold. It’s pretty to look at and it preserves the pumpkins from rotting.

I want to wait for my daughter to pick out the spray glitter, but in the interim, I can do some sprinkling.

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The glitter fell into the crevices.

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This year I don’t want to go from summer to Christmas. I want to savor every moment, even if it’s the slightest change in temperature.

Embrace a new season with your arms wide open.

Unleash Some Inspiration

I gave my Gmail a deep cleaning.

Once I took care of the pile of email, I saw 12 Blog posts ideas sitting there.

You see my darling, I write from the heart. When I feel inspiration come from within, I take the appropriate pictures, or download the meme and send it to myself.

They sit and wait to be used. Some emails have a title, but the title is subject to change while typing. The one I’m posting today has been waiting a long time.

When you write from the heart, there is no schedule. My heart is full and when it overflows you see a post daily. While the heart takes a rest, you won’t see a post.

I also text ideas to myself, but that list is shorter than what’s sitting in email. I have about half a dozen ideas on text and they are more recent. When you over 50 and become inspired, you write it down, or soon forget!

Then there’s the ‘not forgetting’ you wrote something down in a moment of inspiration. Hence the emails and texts to myself. 🙂

The beginning is where we’ll start.

This meme inspired me on January 9, 2019. Let’s unleash some inspiration.

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Worth Every Minute

This sign hangs in between my bedroom windows. It’s one of the first things I see each morning and sometimes I’ll walk in and look at it throughout the day as a gentle reminder.

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Trust the magic of beginnings.

My daughter has this sign sitting in between her windows. Yes, I love signs and it would seem I have a thing about windows! Probably because they are a giver of light.

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Love and a dog. That’s all she needs.

I have this battery operated candle that comes on automatically at night. When I see it’s warm glow, that’s my que to start shutting everything down. Including myself.

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I’m still meditating at night using Simple Habits, but have also ventured into morning mediation. I’m listening to, ‘Start Your Day With Gratitude’ by Cory Muscara. The app says I’ve mediated 5,284 total minutes.

It’s been worth every minute.

However you choose to spend your time, make certain it’s worth every minute.

Pray. Wait. Trust.

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