Feel the Music

It decided to rain today.

The dogs are not pleased, but patient inside.

They probably dislike that I’m perfectly content on rainy days by reading, writing or both. One sits beside me displaying his most pitiful expression, coinciding with a tail wag.

The day began with coffee and slid into English tea and scones. My daughter laughed when I told her, “I bought a fireplace!“, but it takes center stage on days like today.

My music taste recently on YouTube has been Lewis Capaldi. My daughter told me about him and he is referred to as ‘America’s Sweetheart.’ You can hear his voice because the instrumental is minimal.

After YouTube played several songs by Lewis, it created a playlist of similar artists. Normally, I feel a need to walk over and click ‘skip’ on the ads, or the song itself, but that didn’t happen today. It was a divine playlist that went from one heartfelt melody to the next.

It’s been playing for hours and I just now touched the screen to share this song with my daughter and you.

It’s been two years since posting my first Feel the Music and today, my darlings, that’s what I did.

To Feel Embraced

It may look messy, but this feels needed.

I woke up before the dawn and lit my holiday candle. Strolled into the den to grab my stacks of reading from the coffee table. Brought it all into the bedroom and plopped it on my bed. It’s only Friday, but I’m where I need to be.

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Self care doesn’t have to be pretty.

The beauty comes after the care.

The first thing I read this morning said, “One drop of the Lord’s mercy is better than an ocean of the world’s temporary comfort.”~Lysa TerKeurst ‘Embraced’. I can do all sorts of things to bring temporary comfort, but I know where to find that steadfast love and mercy.

I’ve been swimming in the words of SC Lourie and practicing speaking to myself like someone I love. Here’s what I’ve been using.

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My hope for you my darling is to feel embraced.

And it’s Beautiful

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The Morning Pages

I’ve added another simple habit to my life.

It’s called, The Morning Pages.

This was daunting to begin. As you know I like my mornings, and coffee is an intricate part. You are to write three pages by hand, as soon after you awake. Or in my case, as soon as humanly possible.

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The idea is to start before the brain starts.

The mind can quickly begin shooting off ideas about my day, so this has been an interesting exercise.

The first day was effortless. My mind wasn’t fully awake, so it felt like my heart was dictating the writing. There must be a small window of time to be in this space, because the next day I waited to begin.

It was a struggle between heart and mind.

So, they key is….do it before anything else.

Therein lies the beauty of the Morning Pages.

Thank you Julia Cameron for sharing your creativeness, and Nadine at Bloomwords for mentioning her and this, in your Blog.

Cross the Bridge

Living in the past, or uncertainty.

It’s not healthy to unpack our bags and stay.

Looking at pictures of bridges, it dawned on me how helpful they are. A bridge allows us to easily navigate over water, or treacherous ground.

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When I was a kid, the best part of the car ride was driving over a bridge. God wants us to be more childlike in our faith, and crossing a bridge takes faith. When did we become afraid of a bridge?

Melody Beattie writes, “Cross the bridge. You don’t have to understand it all right now. Information and understanding will come later. For now, trust and experience what you’re going through. Know that this time of change is sacred too.”

Pictures of bridges are beautiful. Driving across one offers a breathtaking view. Maybe it’s the journey itself, and not about ‘getting to the other side.’ The beauty is all around us while crossing the bridge.

 

Fall is Coming

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Have a glorious day lovelies! xx

We Always Do

Today is one of those days you just go with the flow of the day itself. My daughter came home yesterday, and will leave tomorrow. She has a busy couple of weeks ahead, thanks to her father, but the last thing I told her lastnight was…

We will get through it. We always do.

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One of my faves taken 9/19/2015.