There Is Better

I bought a yard globe for the front yard.

It looked fabulous in the store, but when I got it home and placed it in the flower bed, I didn’t like it at all. It was not right so, I took it back to the store.

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Is there such a thing as too much bling?

I was happy for not hesitating long before taking it back. I’m a laid back soul, so I pondered it trying to make it work, but I’m just not willing to settle.

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I read a Blog yesterday written by someone I follow. We are on the same page in our philosophy of letting things go. She let go of her supplies to a long time craft she had loved, but wasn’t enjoying anymore. The title of her Blog sums it up nicely.

It says, “Cut the ties that bind, even though you loved them.“~Co-Creating and Cowgirl Wisdom.

She says in her post that even if she returns to the craft she would buy new tools, so it was time to let go of what she had. Let someone else enjoy them like a beginner. The tools for the craft have been updated, and now she knows there is better.

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It was easy to return the yard globe to the hardware store, but other choices pull at our heartstrings more. I assure you lovely. There is better.

The Beauty Underneath

You don’t have to go far to be inspired.

Look around you and make it better.

A wooden arbor stands at the entryway of my front yard. Last year, I gazed at it and wondered, “What’s it’s story? What had it looked like in all it’s glory?”

It was covered up with an old vine that had died from cold weather and neglect. I vowed to one day replace the vine and make it beautiful again.

My neighbor cut the dead vine away, and discarded of it. He knew I’d been looking at vines and planned to grow another one along the arbor.

Now that the arbor is no longer covered with dead overgrowth, my plans of a new vine are on hold.

I’m appreciating the beauty underneath.

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The Arbor in it’s natural beauty. 

 

 

 

Get Really Dirty

I don’t know if my fingernails will ever be the same after today. They are compacted with dirt.

In this phase of life I embrace it.

Living near small towns, I have experts in every field nearby. The hardware store has a garden area where I go in search of Megan. She educates me.

My front yard has lots of rocks. They are on top of the earth and deep underneath. To plant flowers I need to make dirt since digging holes are fruitless.

Megan showed me two bags of what I need to make really good dirt for happy flowers. I would need to mix the two bags half and half in a large bucket.

“Fill the bucket halfway with one and then the other. Dig your hands in all the way up to your elbows and mix it by hand.”

The look on my face was priceless I’m sure, but Megan never leads me astray. What she says works.

I took her guidance to heart and dug in.

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Looks like a trail of happiness to me.

But first, I had to dig in and get really dirty.

Take a Stroll

I don’t enjoy the word ‘exercise’.

It just sounds like zero fun to me.

There is an older gentleman that strolls by my house. He uses a cane, or walking stick, and just strolls down the road. One morning he noticed me in the yard, and stopped to chat for a bit.

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He told me about all the weight he has lost. He felt better since he began walking but he walks at a slower pace now because he doesn’t want to lose anymore weight. He must walk less frequently as well because I haven’t seen him recently.

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In Julia Cameron’s books, she recommends walking twice a week. She doesn’t indicate for exercise, she suggests it to clear the mind and become inspired.

I’ve began to stroll my neighborhood.

When you think of it as a stroll instead of exercise, it takes away all excuses. I don’t need fancy running pants, or shoes. When the mood strikes, I grab a jacket or scarf and walk out the front door.

My daughter smiled at me for walking out with my reading glasses still resting on top of my head.

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As I was typing this, I saw a reflection move across the laptop screen. It was that gentleman walking by.

Be inspired my lovelies and take a stroll.

The Magic Pot

My daughter returned home from England with new ideas. One was, she asked me to buy instant coffee. I guess they drink instant coffee in England?

Our coffee paraphernalia had outgrown the intimate kitchen, so I began setting up a coffee bar in the breezeway. We needed an electric kettle.

Here enters the magic pot.

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Isn’t it pretty? It’s rather magical as well.

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This morning I walked by and flipped the switch of the magic pot for the water to begin heating. After drinking one cup of instant, I wasn’t satisfied.

It also left a foul taste in my mouth.

I went in search of the Chemex.

There is nothing quick about making a Chemex. The pour over kettle heats slowly. You place a Chemex filter in and splash it with warm water, then grind the beans and pour them in. Making a Chemex takes about 15 minutes and patience.

After it’s all prepped you get to watch it make the coffee. Yes lovely. You get to stand back and watch.  

That is how life is.

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Really good things don’t happen instantly. Give it time. One example is, my Virtual Assistant job.

The man I work for surprises me with bonuses. It’s not that I did a spectacular job for him one particular week. No love, it’s that I try and do my very best every week. The time and effort add up.

Out of nowhere he sends bonus money.

I never know when he will do this, but it happens a couple of times a year. It’s not something I depend on by no means. It’s his way of saying ‘thank you’ for spending quality time on his business.

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Another example is our writing.

Just like the Chemex, we tend to our Blog and consistently click ‘publish’. We pour everything into to it and it takes time, but at some point, we get to stand back and watch it bless other people’s lives.

Like my bonus, we don’t know when that magic will occur, but everything worthwhile takes time. 

I wish for you a Chemex life over the magic pot.

 

 

The Writer’s Life

“Writing is an act of self-cherishing.”~Julia Cameron

I believe everyone has a writer in them.

They may choose to use it differently than Blogging, or publishing a book, but it’s there waiting to be released. This year I’m practicing having the writer’s life. What does that look like to you?

The Morning Pages are not nourishing my life at this stage of the journey, but a couple of other suggestions in that book do resonate.

Those suggestions will be Blog topics, but today I wish to share quotes from another book I’m devouring by Julia. Everything she say’s in this book feeds the writer, and we need to feed ourselves.

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For me, writing shouldn’t feel like a chore.

When I strive to ‘think something up’, writing becomes something I must stretch to achieve.

I write for the sheer fun of it, along with the hope of inspiring at least one soul. Stop putting everything and everyone in front of your writing. That’s how we tell ourselves, ‘we don’t have time’ to write.

“Taking time to write in our lives gives us the time of our lives”~Julia Cameron

Maybe you’re not in the mood to write.

Julia says, “Any mood is a good writing mood. The trick is to simply enter whatever mood like a room and sit down and write from there.”

My favorite quote by Julia so far is this.

“It is observing and writing something down, not thinking something up.”

I write what I observe. Thank you Julia for helping me believe that we can live the writer’s life.

Ready to Bloom

While making a Chemex, I took a picture.

The first thing I noticed was the steamy aroma pouring off the top, but then I noticed the flower sitting behind it. I wasn’t sure which brought me more joy! Nothing usually distracts me from coffee.

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I rescued this flower from Walmart last week to plant in the yard, but it’s too cold yet. My daughter loves watching it bloom in the kitchen.

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I’ve begun SC Lourie’s, “2019 Start of the Year Soul Planner.” My daughter has her plate really full right now, so I’m dropping seeds of it for her to enjoy.

I made a suggestion to her about something that would ease up her schedule, but she wasn’t ready to hear it. I felt my heart say, “You dropped a seed”

People are not always ready to hear your idea, even though you speak from experience, but it can be a seed.

I’m hoping she can grasp this type teaching while she’s young, and not wait till my age. I spent these last few years growing and stretching myself, but this is the year for bloom. I can feel it in my soul.

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The start of the journey.

My daughter talked me into buying a printer.

She’s using it for college, but I’m using it to sow some seeds. After starting this soul journey I’m so grateful for that printer! Samantha’s artwork is divine, so I’m printing out pieces of the journey to hang on the fridge. They alternate every few days.

My daughter will see them on the fridge.

She will be drawn in by their beauty, but hopefully she will take a pause and let the words fall like seeds. After plenty of seeds and some time, she will begin to feel what I feel today. Ready to bloom.