You, Me and Respect

 

Greetings friends,

On this splendidly glorious rainy Sunday, it’s a day to cocoon, pull on a sweater and comfy jeans maybe read, nap, bake or enjoy some comfort food.  And I fully plan to do all of the above, except I have some thoughts and the words that want to come out regarding something that is bothering me.

A couple days ago I had a childhood friend that I keep in touch with send me a very long impassioned message about who was the best candidate (in her opinion) to run the country.  And I read the lengthy text, but what really bothered me was the last sentence in which she said, regardless who wins the election she hoped we could still be friends!  It took me by surprise, literally!

July/August Home and Harvest Article

Hi all, in case you missed the sell out version of the July/August 2020 edition of Home and Harvest Magazine, here is my article:

 

Greetings Friends. As I write the July/August issue in mid-June, the world is in a bit of chaos and I’ve chosen to turn down the noise of the media and take a breather. Instead of watching the news, I sit outside sipping coffee in the early morning soaking up nature’s quiet soothing sounds.

Chapters 2 and 3, Life Stages

Week 2 and 3,  August 9, 2020

Greetings from the farmette.  From the last post on working on the chapters of “A Year for You” here’s the progress report. Chapter Two’s focus was finding a place in your home that is special, a place that invites cozy, comfort and security. 

Week One, 5 Minutes to Focus on Slow

Loved the early morning sunlight on the wheat

I don’t know about you, but with staying home more, I have started reading all the books that I’ve bought in the last few years, maybe started and then got set aside due to life being a bit busy.  I’m a nut for inspirational books that talk about focusing on your goals, self-care and such.

Optimism - Sharing My May/June Article From Home and Harvest Magazine

Hi Friends - After a good friend commented that she was missing my blog posts.... It occurred to me that I should begin sharing the articles that I write for Home and Harvest Magazine, and thought I'd begin with the May/June edition. Having followers all over, it dawned on me that I should aquatint you to this wonderful local publication. 😀

Living Color Blind

I don’t have to tell you how these last couple of months have been chaotic and fraught with the fear of the unknown.  We all feel it and are living through it to the best of our ability.  Our world as we know it isn’t the same and we wonder if it will ever return to the old normal. 

A New View

Life is how you look at it

Greetings from the front porch.  There’s a certain kind of beauty and soul calming on a rainy day.  Yesterday having awoke at 5:20am, the rocking chair outside beckoned.  So with coffee in hand I decided to forgo the noise of the world on the tv news station and instead tune into the noise off my front porch. 

Remembering the Good

Hi Friends,

It’s funny what a person will remember about someone after they leave this earth.  It’s been slightly over one week since my sis-in-law, Denise had of change of address from here on earth to heaven.

It seems almost like a lifetime since last Tuesday and then I realize it’s only been 9 days but I feel like my heart and soul has traveled hundreds of miles and saw and felt so much.

Forever a Beautiful Soul - Denise

A beautiful set set on a sad day 

With a heavy heart I learned that my dear sister-in-law, Denise passed away on this bright, warm and sunny day.  And the thought that registered was that the day she passed away was just like her personality, bright, warm and sunny. She was one of those people who lived a vibrant life.  She had a heart bigger than Texas and as my youngest daughter said, it is hard to believe she is gone, as she was always here for us.

Permission to Pause

Daffodils brighten the day 

Hi friends,

I know I have been missing in action on the blog for a couple of months.

I thought to myself the other day, the words have been backed up and are ready to overflow. Much like in my mind’s eye like that over-head bucket in the local swimming pool where water keeps pouring into it until it reaches capacity and then spills over.  That’s me right now.