The Screen Door

There’s something about a screen door.

The hinges always squeak when you pull it open, and I have no fancy to oil them. It’s part of it’s charm. Then, that slam once released.

It’s like announcing, “I’m home!”

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This house didn’t have one when we moved in. Our previous houses did, and it was my most favorite thing this time of year.

Especially first thing in the morning, when the night air is mixed in with the new day.

My neighbor installed it for me last fall. Afterwards, he asked what kind of handle I wanted to use. I stepped inside and found a pull in the shape of a heart. It didn’t surprise him that a heart would be used for the handle, and he seemed pleased by it.

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It’s entertainment for the doggos.

They watch wildlife visit the front yard, and get over excited when someone walks by. Especially if they’re walking a dog.

I hope you have a screen door.

If not, you need to visit someone who does. Give it a pull, and listen for the squeak. When you step inside, let it slam. May you feel at home after stepping through the screen door.

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It’s Worth It

I changed my WordPress theme again.

My neighbor noticed the change and said something about it. I found myself telling him my reason, and before I could justify my actions, he smiled and said, “Barbara. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He’s the best neighbor ever.

As much as I loved the previous theme with the corrider of chandeliers, the font was hard to read. I would go in and change the style and size, but once the post published it would revert back to it’s original font.

So, yes, the main reason behind changing my theme was to be kind to my Readers. You are kind enough to follow my Blog, so I will make reading it easy on your eyes and hopefully, soothing for your soul.

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The Universe rewarded my heart with this chandelier. It’s in a new, local Florist shop that I walked into last week. I revisited them yesterday and asked, “Can I take a picture for my Blog?”

The girl behind the counter went into great detail about the remaking of the chandelier. The owner of the Shoppe, hand strung each crystal. Every last single piece of bling was threaded by hand. This chandelier hangs over the counter. There is another one identical to this one near the entry in the middle of the room.

Everything in this Shoppe is pretty!

Fortunately, it’s not so close by that I can walk over. It’s a drive, but more than worth it. That is where I am with my life my darlings. I want it all to be worth it. Every action, and the amount of time given needs to be worth it. Are you living each day in a way that’s worth it?

This Shoppe has beautiful soap.

I’m used to paying a $5 or $6 for a bar of soap. It’s handmade by a friend of mine in California, and she ships it here. The soap in this Shoppe costs $3.00 more than what my friend sells, so in came the reasoning again. An $8.00 bar of soap….is it worth it?

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I believe I knew it before my shower, but after taking my shower this morning my heart sang…..it’s worth it.

To Stay Stopped

I had a surprise visit from a neighbor.

I was vacuuming up dog hair and didn’t hear the knock on the door at first. I opened it to find my friend and her young son standing on the porch. Her little boy was holding a giant chocolate bar. He raised it up toward me as if to say, “For Barb.”

I love that my friend is teaching her son to give females chocolate at a young age. He’ll be thankful for that later on.

I posted this on Letitgocoach Facebook page this morning and have already changed my mind about it.

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We are called to love on people.

It’s good to show them everyday, but I recently started spending time with this little boy. When I see him, I lift him up in my arms and love on him. Just holding him and listening to him talk, shows him Barb loves him.

Eventually, he wiggles out of my arms and goes to his Mom because she has always been there for him. It’s not the amount of love we give someone, it’s just that we give. Similar to other things in life, once we stop, it’s easier to stay stopped.

Where the Rubber Meets the Road — Co-Creating and Cowgirl Wisdom

To be a good neighbor has been on my heart this year. I’m friends with the neighbor beside and behind me, but want to befriend more.

To place more action into the ‘to be kind‘ thought. To really plug into community and show kindness and caring toward my neighbors. To be the house where people pop in for coffee and a listening ear, knowing there’s a table full of chocolate.

Patty is the kind of neighbor I’d love to have. She inspires me by showing we can send love where we’re planted. Thank you Patty for choosing not to get angry and just sending love. May it all come back to you in abundance.

I am the kind of person who loves every blade of grass. My home and yard are neat, not out of control, and the wildflowers in summer are riotous! Birds come from all over to eat at the buffet I offer them. I’m tickled they visit. Lizards, centipedes and even snakes are welcome (Snakes.usually pass […]

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Be at Home

I spent some time over the weekend looking at the changes in my life.

I went to see a neighbor yesterday and it was like stepping back in time. Her husband was sitting on the couch watching a football game. I had forgotten it’s football season. This time last year, I was sitting on a couch watching football.

Later, I was driving into town and saw an abundance of firewood for sale. This time last year was all about the firewood. Where I was, there was a fireplace. This year, I asked my landlord if he would be willing to to knock down a wall and put one in this little house. He said, “No.”

Hey, you don’t know until you ask.

My other neighbor told me I could buy a fireplace. He saw a little heater that resembled a fireplace, so I did some research.

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This is what I came home with.

I actually like this little guy better than the real thing. With the flip of a switch you have instant cozy, no mess and no wood to buy.

We have heard it said, ‘Home is where the heart is’, but today my darlings, this heart is home.

Buckets of Love

She’s not crazy.

She’s just been through some stuff.

Everyone I came in contact with today referred to someone as crazy. I especially love it when men refer to their ex’s as crazy. That tells me to stay clear of those men. 🙂

A friend called one of my neighbors crazy in the exact moment I was placing a thank you note in her mailbox for her kindness. I told him, “She’s not crazy. She’s been through a lot and doesn’t trust easily, but I’m just gonna just love her.”

He couldn’t argue with love.

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Thank you Paula. 

 

Buckets of love.

Spread Some Love

I love to walk over and visit my neighbor.

When it’s time to go back home, I step along the stone path between our yards. It still surprises me that this is my home. It looks like a fairy-tale.

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Can you see the bubble wand from Carpe all the Diems?

It’s a yard well loved.

I added a few plants, but mainly just watered what was already there. The people who were here before me planted a lot of what I see today.

Walking around the yard, flowers are popping up that someone planted years ago. I didn’t see the flowers last year because I gave the yard zero attention. This year I’m loving on it at least once a week and see something new each time.

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These popped up out of nowhere.

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This area is along the walkway, beside the front porch. I planted the Canna’s in the back. Everything else came up on it’s own after some watering. I don’t know what all of it is, and that’s okay. It looks happy to just be here.

All the yard wished for was some attention. It wants care, much like we humans. A kind word, or a friendly hug can go a long way.

It was a thirsty soul waiting to be quenched.

What is in your soul that needs water today?

What we give is surely what we’ll receive.

Spread some love.

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. 

 

 

 

These Two Jars

A couple of weeks ago, I went to the beach.

From that short, little trip, I brought home a ton of fresh inspiration, and these two jars.

They were sitting outside of a little ‘hidden treasure shop.’ That is my way of describing junk stores. 🙂

It was love at first sight, and the price was right! (Hah! That rhymed! The extent of my poetry skills.)

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Aren’t they darling?

I had a couple of ideas about using them, but if nothing else, they would remind me of the beach.

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The small one sits on the coffee bar. Maybe it will be used for coffee beans, but it’s a little large for a pound of beans. I’m thinking cookies instead.

The large jar is sitting on the coffee table.

My big idea last week was to make it into a gratitude jar. Oh yes lovely. To write down something you’re grateful for everyday and drop it in the jar.

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I even went all anal and cut out pretty pieces of paper to write on, but then I had this vision.

What if my neighbor came by for a visit?

She would notice this large jar with pieces of paper in it and I would refer to it as a gratitude jar.

If she stopped by a few months from now, the jar would probably be half full, or more. That would be impressive, right? Looking at it today with just a few pieces of paper laying on the bottom, I would feel led to tell her it is something new.

Implementing something new starts small.

Either scenario feels embarrassing for both of us.

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I’ll find an old shoe box to use instead and keep jotting something down each day. It will be interesting at the end of the year to go though the slips of paper and read what I was grateful for.

There is a better purpose for these two jars.

The Act Itself

I’ve *challenged myself to be kind this year.

The hardest part so far is not knowing how the act of kindness was received, or if it was spotted at all.

It seems there’s more to it than the act itself.

I love my two neighbors! After Christmas, I left a note in one of their mailboxes wishing them a beautiful season. We are newly getting to know one another, and as you know, I Scare People!

Once I do these small acts, doubt sets in.

Was it the right mailbox? Will the mail lady see it has no postage and take it? Silly stuff!

I blew it big time yesterday. I left a small gift under the counter of a friends workplace who needed some kindness. I told her boss it was there, and to let her know. He was distracted at the time, so what did I do? Texted her to make sure she found it. 😦

I have to do this with zero expectation.

My neighbor got her note, and left one in my mailbox in return. The note was tied around a bar of candy. How did she know it was one of my favorites? She most likely had peace about it.

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Love, love, love!

So, even in this, I need to trust God more.

My Bible verse this morning was, “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight.” -Proverbs 3:5-6

Coincidence? No way.

God is big into the finest of details. The note my neighbor left for me had a sticker on the back of the envelope. When I saw it, I just stopped and stared.

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The back of the envelope with sticker.

Yes Lord, it’s all about growth. Not the act itself.

*Credit for this challenge goes to Donna Cameron of A Year of Living Kindly.