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Don’t Get Up

I’m trying to find my groove with posting a Blog.

My job has taken on full-time status, 7 days a week, and I give it my all. I believe while you work the job, you still need to fuel the dream. Writing is a dream come true for me.

Here’s another photo from my vison board.

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I was awakened this morning by a storm. A thunderstorm would definitely wake me up in this room. I can imagine the rain cascading down that window, while watching the light show.

It’s funny how all my photo’s include a desk.

Some photo’s are merely a desk with a view. That wasn’t done on purpose, or logically. I believe my heart chose the photos. A vision comes from the heart my darling. It’s when it floats up to the head, we tend to talk ourselves out of our dreams.

You see, it’s not about finding the time to write a post. It’s about finding that space where you simply sit down in front of the keys and the words begin to pour. I love to write, but like most things pertaining to love, it doesn’t like to be forced.

This space is my favorite place to be.

In the book Bird by Bird, by Anne Lamott, she says this little prayer when she sits down to write. “Please help me get out of the way, so I can write what wants to be written.”

Lamott concludes, “Don’t stand up until it’s written.”

Don’t let your mind talk you out of your dream. There’s always time, but once you find that space, sit down and don’t get up.

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Worth the Drive

My daughter said, “That was the most magical shower ever! Between the soap, the razor holder and the Waterpik…it was amazing!” Yes, I bought a Waterpik at my hygienists nudging. I’ve always put off buying one because they spray water everywhere, but she showed me a cordless one for the shower.

In yesterday’s post, I revealed the soap at a local shoppe that is my new love, but what really caused me to revisit the shoppe three days later?

It was this dish.

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I saw it last week, but try not to make impulsive purchases. I’m particular about what comes into our home, but this little dish spoke to me about the tea cart.

Our home offers a coffee bar and tea cart. The cart came to us through a neighbor. It’s been used as a chopping station for her kitchen, but I saw it as a space for tea. The wood surface reveals stains and scarring, but I see it as evidence of serving it’s purpose.

In our home it holds a new purpose.

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I bought the dish to hold our tea utensils, and give space for the tea bag to rest and cool before discarding.

It’s like that little dish knew where it’s home was. All I had to do was say, ‘Yes’, and go back and get it. I’ve learned there’s power in the pause. If I would have walked into the shoppe and it was gone, then it wasn’t meant for me, but it was still there days later.

My friend Julie knows the power in the pause. She was a witness to it recently and you can read her story here.

Driving back to the shoppe for this dish, also gave me a new soap to love. Follow your heart. It’s worth the drive.

My Front Yard

This is one of my favorite memes.

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Last year, I wrote about The Bird Feeder.

I loved it, but spent a lot of time agonizing over the squirrels. They wouldn’t stay off the feeder and wound up destroying one of them.

Fast forward to today, I feed the squirrels.

I pour the feed right on the ground. Didn’t realize they make a feed for squirrels and birds to share. I found it at the local hardware store. My daughter laughs at me for doing this.

At first, she saw it as defeat. I’d given up on having a pretty feeder and the squirrels won, but I don’t see it as that. I see it as making a difference in their lives. If they come into my yard, they’ll be fed without a fight.

I don’t dump food out everyday, but this is the year of making a difference in community. Last year prepared me for this year.

I added to the meme.

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I didn’t spend a lot of time on this meme to make a difference in what it says.

Last year was preparation. This year is to make a difference. It seems that begins in my own front yard.

 

Write Your Truth

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Makes You Anxious

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Greet the Day

Each day is unique and treated as such.

The first thing I do, after waking up, is walk through the house and open all the blinds on the windows to let the light in. My day varies from there. I have no set routine, but there are certain rituals that enhance my morning.

Yesterday, I made a cup of green tea, but today I went straight to coffee. Yesterday, I was greeted by the sun and today it’s cloudy. Yesterday, I turned on my little fireplace, but today the house is at a comfortable temperature. Yesterday morning, my phone didn’t ring, but this morning a delivery guy called at 8:00 am inquiring where to dump a truck full of sand. I called for help.

It’s the last month of the year and the change in who we are begins now for stepping into next year. This is not a Blog Challenge, it’s a personal challenge which I’m fairly practiced at. The biggest challenge so far is to find that sweet spot in my morning to write.

When everything falls still and the only sound I hear is the tapping of the keys. This is a new way to greet the day.

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Photo by Christina Morillo on Pexels.com

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.

Waiting for Autumn

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Show Some Love

This is a pause to say thank you to two female Bloggers whom I adore. They each handed me an award a bit ago. Thank you darlings!

I’ve thought of writing this thank you every day since receiving the nominations. It’s funny how parts of life crawl onto the relatively full plate and the things that matter get nudged off.

Like showing gratitude for being loved.

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Patty, of Co-Creating and Cowgirl Wisdom, gave me the Liebster Award. She wrote about the Liebster nomination fabulously by answering 11 questions and asking good ones of her own. I love reading her posts. I learn from Patty and she gives me a smile with her cowgirl ways. She was over 50 years old when she followed her heart completely and bought her first horse! Hero status.

Visit Patty’s Blog here to show some love.

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A young lady named Ash gave me the Sunshine Blogger Award. She is an absolute doll. We haven’t known one another very long, but she’s a soul you connect with instantly. She calls her Blogsite, ‘Diaries of a Recovering Pessimist’, but she must have started it years ago. The only thing I see in her writing is love and light.

Ash says, “Writing has saved my life.” That’s a profound statement and I’m oh so grateful it did!

You can visit Ash here to show some love.

Thank you my darlings! Much love, Barb. xx

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.