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.

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.

It Took Years

I started pondering my front yard after Christmas. Taking the Christmas wreath off the front door, I wondered about having a year round wreath.

Everything is so pretty on Etsy.

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Brickhouse Design Co. made this.

My daughter and I have a french theme sprinkled through the house. The front door is the entryway to our home, and that french theme, so it makes sense.

That door is where this all began.

Today, I’ve been playing in the yard.

This journey with this front yard began with, A Simpler Life. An update to that post is, I found the perfect bird-feeder. It didn’t take much time.

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Vintage Scrolled Birdfeeder.

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About two years ago, I grew Boston Ferns on our front porch per my daughter’s request. That was the first time I had messed with plants in years, beside growing some Canna lilies while living on 40 acres.

You see, my ex husband and I owned a landscape company during the most trying part of our marriage. We designed, planted and built outdoor living spaces in people’s backyards. We installed some magnificent yards, but he practiced on ours.

Toward the end of our marriage we no longer spoke to one another. The yard was his safe haven and he created such beautiful yards, but the well manicured yard left a sore spot in my heart.

When we moved into this house, I completely ignored the yard and let it go. It was an interesting experiment to see what would happen. I’m pretty sure UPS was scared to walk through the yard to the front porch to leave a package. It was a jungle.

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But remember darling…2019 is the year to bloom!

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Vintage Flower Cart

A friend had this lovely flower cart for sale.

It adds to the french theme don’t you think?

Time has passed and my yard heart has healed. I look forward to planning and planting again. A yard that will bring joy to people as they stroll by.

It will look quite different from last year and they will see this transformation after only one year.

You know the whole story my darlings.

For me to love a yard again. It took years.

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.

Pretty and Practical

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