Give it Time

I wish to encourage you today. No matter where you are in your journey…give it time. Time heals all.

After 14 years of Blogging, a woman is finally where she yearned to be with her Blog, and her writing. This is only my fifth year. I’m going to give it time.

When I begin a new venture, such as working part-time at the pizza place, I tell myself to go with the flow for at least 30 days before forming an opinion. I’m well past 30 days, and it feels like home.

I’ve been hard on myself recently about The Morning Pages. I just can’t seem to be consistent writing in a notebook every morning. Some day I wants to and other days I just look at it with a smirk.

Maybe it’s not the right time…

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Patience. Smith taught me that. I can’t tell you how many times I hit the ‘pause’ button on our relationship. Too numerous to count, but Smith is extremely patient. He gave me time and space to be alone. To figure things out in my own time.

It takes time to have a lasting relationship.

No matter where you are today my lovely.

Just give it time.

Collect Beautiful Moments

This morning I changed my sheets.

As I unfolded them to put them on the bed, they smelled like perfume. It took me back to the moment I first purchased perfume wash.

I haven’t used those sheets since last summer, so I was delightfully surprised they still had that smell.

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I haven’t bought Tyler wash in a while.

We started out by using it for sheets and towels only, but then we began using it for all of our clothing as well. It became expensive to use for every wash because the small bottle emptied quickly.

It was no longer special, or a moment.

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I vowed to go to that little hardware store this week, and buy some perfumed wash. Our sheets will smell like mine do today. This time it will remain only for sheets because overuse steals the moment.

Tell me how you collect beautiful moments?

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.

Ain’t Nothin’ To It

Smith makes loving me look effortless, even though I know he works at it. There’s just an ‘ease’ to the way he does it. It’s unlike any love I’ve ever had.

Smith is solid. I need that. He’s slows me down.

He doesn’t show excitement, but loves that I do.

He’s quiet and I’m loud, especially after coffee.

He knows my heart and feeds it well.

He knows I love the beach more than anything! He likes to fish, and doesn’t really see my love of just sitting there listening to the ocean, but it works out.

When I was going through Chemo, he wanted to cheer me up. He drove to my home, put me in the car, and took me to the beach for the day.

This man drove over 8 hours in one day so I could sit on the beach for a few minutes.

I had no hair, so he tied his Chef’s bandanna atop my head. He offers solutions to situations, but one of my top favorite skills he’s acquired is listening.

When I posted this Feel the Music, the words reminded me of Smith. Especially this…

Crawl up in that bed right next to her and listen, Instead of having all the answers.

He doesn’t try to fix me even though I wish he would sometimes. He offers suggestions and they are always good ones. He thinks outside the box.

We’ve been through so much and it hasn’t been easy, but he says, “What we have is worth fighting for.” Smith makes it look like there ain’t nothin’ to it.

Pretty and Practical

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Chasing the Sunset

I’ve started my morning over twice so far.

The taste of my coffee wasn’t pleasing, so I made a Chemex. I hadn’t made one in so long, it didn’t drain completely, but this is how I felt regardless.

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Photo by Devin Avery on Unsplash

Did it not drain, or did I not give it time?

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This morning I recalled teaching my daughter to drive. It was a scary experience. Not teaching her to drive, but that she was learning with my truck!

When it was time for her to learn, it was time for us to move. We were living in the country on 40 acres, and the road to our house was treacherous to say the least. It had sharp curves and made of dirt.

The next house we found had straight highway running to it. The first time she went 65 mph she exclaimed, “This is exhilarating!”

I sat in the passenger seat, drinking in the excitement on her face. You want that look to last, but soon after she learned to drive she began adulting. Then you hope they remember the moments which caused that look.

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One time we were driving home, and she turned off the main road. It was late in the day and the Texas sky was pink and gold. Her favorite time of day. I didn’t know where she was taking us, as she turned down one road, and then the next.

She parked the truck and stared straight ahead. She had run out of road trying to get close to the sunset.

She said, “I was chasing the sunset.”

We sat in silence watching the sun go down.

Chasing that sunset was exhilarating for her, even though it was out of reach. I was happy she tried without worrying what the end result may be.

I hope you never stop chasing the sunset.

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Photo by Sapan Patel on Unsplash

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I’m watching from my window today. For a few minutes more, at least. Saturday errands call, but right now the view into the garden has my willpower paralyzed. Soothed by the peaceful nothingness happening out there, I stare blissfully through the glass a little longer. Oh well. I need to start those errands. Yawn, stretch, […]

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