Present Moment · Quality of life

A Marvelous Option

My daughter came home Monday to our front porch sprinkled with glitter. She’s concerned about leaving me alone on the weekends now. 🙂

I explained how it all started with her.

She was walking to her car and almost slipped off the front porch. It’s in the shade and becomes slippery after a rain. I made a note to fix it.

After she left, I noticed it was time to refill the hummingbird feeder. It had a little liquid inside, so I dumped it out. The sugar water splattered onto the porch, but once it dried it looked like glitter.

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I went to a craft store and bought a can of clear spray glitter. That didn’t work out. Maybe it was a dud can, but the spray was clear with no glitter.

I went back to the store and bought glitter.

Just a container of it. Never knew there were so many options! Before my daughter arrived, I sprinkled it on the porch. Yes lovely, it’s magical!

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I’m pondering painting the steps with a clear-coat of glitter. It comes in a can to be brushed on like paint.

That, my darlings, is a marvelous option.

 

Feel the Music · Quality of life

Feel the Music

I was off center this past weekend.

No one emotion dominated, but I just wasn’t myself. Music helps so I turned the Bluetooth on in my laptop and stereo and pulled up YouTube.

YouTube knows what I like and I wasn’t surprised to see most of it listed was country. I began my Saturday with a playlist of Kenny Chesney.

My parents have long since passed but I have fond memories. They did the best they could, but the best thing they gave me was a solid foundation to grow upon. They raised me to be strong, but kind.

My Ford F-150 is ten years old.

Before my truck, I drove Mercedes.

My daughter asked, “What’s your next vehicle going to be when Steve, (my truck) retires? Will you go back to a Benz?”

I just laughed and told her my little old lady car would be a Jag, but there will always be a truck sitting in my driveway. It’s who I am.

I was raised on country.

Present Moment · Quality of life

It’s About Them

One of my all time favorite books is, ‘The Purpose Driven Life’, by Rick Warren. The first time I read the book, the first sentence smacked me in the face. Do you know what it says?

“It’s not about you.”

What a painful revelation. 🙂

I’m seeing more Bloggers deleting their Facebook accounts. I canceled mine last year, but re-opened it this year to be a part of SC Lourie’s Soul Reset. I posted a few things in the group, but the main reason I did it was for Lourie. To show my support.

When I reopened FB, my Letitgocoach page was still there, so I began posting a couple of times a week. The page has grown this year with very little effort. This confirms, it’s not about me…..it’s about them.

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It was easier to delete it and walk away.

It has given me discipline having the page again. I don’t spend a lot of time there and I don’t have the FB app or messenger downloaded to my phone.

There’s an app I use for the Letitgocoach page. It’s called Page Manager and that’s what it does.

It allows me to manage the page.

Facebook doesn’t manage me.

Facebook is not dramatic, but the people can be.

If dramatic people find you on FB they are most likely finding you in real life. I’m careful who I let in the door. If someone leaves a dramatic comment which is rare, I don’t respond, or I delete the comment if it’s offensive and block the user.

That tool would be awesome in real life.

This world needs inspiring souls.

The good guys are walking away.

It’s not about me. It’s about them.

Present Moment · Quality of life

And it’s Beautiful

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Food · Present Moment · Quality of life

The Rainbow Kitchen

My daughter and I cook and eat together.

Sometimes it’s one of us or the other depending on our week, but we enjoy doing both.

I bought this prism and hung it in one of the kitchen windows. The sun hits it just right around the time we cook dinner. Now we know when it’s time to meet in the kitchen. When it’s full of rainbows.

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When she’s not here I cook for myself.

I’m really into ‘bowls’ right now, so here are two recipes that are simply delicious.

Roasted Sweet Potato Black Bean Salad.

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Photo cred: Jar of Lemons.

I cut every ingredient in half to make it for just me. If you don’t have any black beans, no worries. You won’t miss them, or substitute another bean.

If you want something a little more labor intense, but well worth the effort, try The Budda Bowl.

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Photo cred: Modern Honey

Everything cuts in half nicely for one. The Pistachio Pesto in this recipe is my most recent fave.

My daughter has tagged our kitchen, ‘The Rainbow Kitchen.’ Patiently waiting for the Unicorn. 🙂

Present Moment · Quality of life

Meet Big Red

I enjoy living in this peaceful little lake town, but I’ve not taken advantage of the lake part. Lake Travis is less than a mile away from my home so…

I bought a paddle board. Meet Big Red.

He sat in my dining room until I took him out for the first time this week. It was love at first flight.

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The lake is full of people and activity on the weekends, so I take him out during the week.

Big Red and I have big plans, but the first time was just to get over that little bit of fear I had to just do it. You know the scenarios that run through your mind before attempting anything new. It sounded more difficult in my mind than it actually was.

The hardest part was getting him in and out of my truck bed gracefully. He’s ten feet long and weighs 40 lbs. Accomplishing that alone was a workout.

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It’s work, but there’s an immediate reward.

As soon as it hits the water and I climb on top I find my Zen. I’m going to teach myself to do Yoga on him eventually, but right now we’re just learning.

Thanks YouTube!

I’ve been looking at boards for months, but couldn’t find a color that resonated. When I began seeing red, Google took all my searches for boards and a red board randomly popped up on my phone.

Was it random? Nothing is random lovely.

There will be more to come, but I just wanted to introduce my WordPress family to the newest member of my family. My darlings, meet Big Red.

My Daughter · Quality of life

Do For Themselves

I always know when it’s time to write.

Whether it be in a journal, my book, or here.

The dogs become quiet and the house falls into a deafening stillness. The birds are singing in the front yard even though there is no bird feeder.

The squirrels left, but the birds stayed.

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It’s been a little more than a week since I began praying over my daughter everyday. These are serious prayers that will bring breakthrough. I’m already beginning to see cracks in her armor.

She hasn’t been anxious or depressed that I’ve seen. The only thing she has mentioned is, she is tired. I believe it’s from carrying the burden for so long.

I’m using Stormie Omartian’s book, “The Power of Praying for Your Adult Children.” My daughter sees it laying out and it relocates day to day, so she knows it’s being used. I didn’t have to announce my mission. She knows I’m on a spiritual war path.

The only thing I’ve mentioned to her was something I read in the book. Omartian writes, “Anxiety in the heart of man causes depression, but a good word makes it glad.” (Proverbs 12:25)

This gave her food for thought.

If you want to pray but not sure where to begin, a good start is Stormie Omartian’s books. She has one for every topic and has written one for Emotional Wholeness and Wellness. I will use that one next.

That book has a chapter for anxiety and depression, but my daughter will have to pray that for herself.

As a parent we are living examples and do for them until they are ready to do for themselves.

Quality of life

Food for Thought

If you don’t have your health, you have nothing.

Everything thing we do is a choice. It’s not just the big decisions, it’s all the small ones that lead through life. Start today by being selective.
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I’m not a picky eater but I’m very selective about what I eat. What goes into my body?

Real food. No fast food. I rarely eat outside my kitchen. There are no cans of food in my pantry.

I shop at three different grocery stores. Each store has certain items we enjoy. I love local Farmer’s Markets but I don’t allow time to go often enough. One thing I’m passionate about is farm fresh eggs.

I bought some eggs from the grocery store that would do until the market came around, or so I thought. When I began making brunch I knew there was no way those eggs were going into our bodies.

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They are pale yellow with a firm yolk.

I remembered a local antique shop used to sell eggs from a nearby farm, so I called the shop and she had some eggs. Brunch was saved!

Here are farm fresh eggs. I love the colors.

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Each breed of chicken will lay their own color egg. The ones that look white are actually a pale green from the Ameraucana, also known as Easter eggs.

Here is what they look like out of the shell.

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I couldn’t capture good light, but they are gold in color. The yolk is so soft you can literally stir them without whisking. Complete happiness.

This is one area of our lives we have complete control over. What we put in our mouths.

Be selective my lovelies.

Enjoy your day and much love to you! Barb.

Present Moment · Quality of life

I’m Seeing Red

The color red, coming back into my life.

Someone said, “You have a boldness to you, but a sweet heart.”  Then Bossman at the pizza place said, “You’re blossoming Barb!”

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Red has been my favorite color most of my adult life, but somewhere along the path I lost that color. I leaned toward the more neutral, softer colors and felt I had lost my boldness.

Red is loud and vibrant which were words used to describe me, but without realizing it, I had become quiet and soft spoken. That’s not me.

The first time it resonated was in December. I wanted some new house shoes and saw these booties. I had seen women wear them to Yoga, so they would have dual purpose.

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What I didn’t realize at the time of purchase is that they are hand knitted, so they didn’t arrive in time for Christmas. No lovely, they arrived in January which was fitting to have them in this new year.

I wear them all the time!

Then came blanket with balls.

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When I bought this blanket, I had a choice between pale pink or red. I have gravitated toward pink this year, but the red one spoke to me more.

Well lovely….Pink is a pale red and that is how I felt. Like my red had faded to pink.

After the blanket, Foxy showed up and I placed him in this planter. When I learned how to make memes, I used a fox quite often in the picture.

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I’ve noticed a change in my voice from working at the pizza place. My job there is to love on people, but some people need a lot of love.

A couple of weeks ago, Bossman asked me to call a dissatisfied customer. We needed to make him happy with our services so Boss said, “Don’t use your big Barb voice. Use your sweet one.”

As I made my bed this morning, I noticed at some point this year I placed these two pillows there. These pillows have with me for over ten years, but they were packed away during our last move. I bought a new pillow, (the one with the bugs) and it has sprinkles of red, but the other two are a nice pale red. Red has always been my color.

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Don’t allow life or people to fade your color.

Don’t shrink yourself to fit others needs.

I’m grateful the color red has come back into my life and my being. God made me to be bold and I lost it for a while, but today I’m seeing red.

Present Moment · Quality of life

Like a Queen

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