Wednesday, June 30, 2010
isn't she adorable? she was foraging for something however was all alone, looking kind of forlorne. no friends to be found in the vicinity to help her either. she'd clearly lost her way.
do you ever feel like that? lost your way? wandering around? don't know where to go, what to do, what direction to turn? you feel alone; like no one's around to help or no one cares? you're left all on your own to figure things out?
let me tell you i sure have. during those times, i pray. and then pray some more. i also have a scripture that helps me and one i thought of when i saw this precious creature. "trust in the lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight." proverbs 3:5-6 i love these verses because they point out how the lord will always make our paths straight if we acknowledge him and trust him. how cool is that? it's not up to me. i don't have to rely on me so no wandering necessary. yay! that's why i pray, so i can help myself be reminded to lean on him.
seeing this deer was a wonderful visual for me: to rely on what god will do for me every day if i will allow him to. he does care...always, and uses little things to bring it to the forefront of my mind.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
this is the inside. i was really intrigued since you can see the rings of the tree. i found that the bowls are made from the shan mu tree, native to central china. they've been used for furniture and construction for over 5,000 years. in keeping with asian tradition, the entire tree is used including the stump and root hence the making of the root bowl. isn't that cool? and very earth friendly, too.
the stump and the root typically remain in the ground for a year to cure before they are carved into bowls and plates. knots, holes and cracks are left. usually, the roots of the shan mu are free for anyone who wants to dig them up. however, the loggers in the forests tend to bring the roots into the carving villages so various companies can bid on them and the process of making the bowls, plates and such then begins.
after power washing, the carver saws off specific sized pieces to begin working on with his tools. a chain saw is utilized for rough carving then hand shaping is done with chisels until the shan mu is in its final shape. it is then dried in a steam chamber and finally coated with a fine spraying of shellac. it then looks like this...
ready to be shipped for the giving as a gift or to be kept by oneself. it is amazing to me the process that these roots undergo and that the bowls are considered literally works of art. as i did this research, i found that as such these bowls are on display in the chicago museum of art. can you believe that? i guess if the trees are thousands of years old, such time is taken to form the root into the bowl as a work of art is, it makes sense. when you see them in person, they are quite remarkable. much more so than a picture does them justice.
Monday, June 21, 2010
you know how they say dogs age at the equivalent of 1 dog year for every 7 human years? so how does that work for cats? is it the same as for dogs? do you know? i don't. but i do know that gracie just turned 15 years old. so that could mean something for her, right? plus it's been really hot, hot, hot here lately.
take a look at how gracie was trying to cool down the other day.
it appears that she was waiting for the water to come pouring down out of the faucet doesn't it? usually cats don't like water so i find it funny that she was even in the tub to begin with.
then grace decided to just get ready to camp out. she laid in there for a good 10 minutes or so swishing her tail back and forth, purring loudly. this has now become a nightly ritual over the last couple of nights. not a bad trick since she can't open the freezer door to cool down. one smart kitty to find a solution to the problem. that's my girl...
Sunday, June 20, 2010
growing up i was the youngest of six and thought i was a princess. i don't think i ever told anyone that...i just thought it in my head. and because of it, therefore, believed i was daddy's little girl. grew up practically breathing the mantra of "i'm daddy's little girl." i remember dad reading to me, sitting on his lap - him teaching me to tell time with this little paper clock, smelling his old spice aftershave. ahhhhhh.....those were the days. i will never forget.
i remember dad teaching me to ride my bike and the moment he let go; i was on my own coasting down the road with him cheering me on. when i skidded to a fall, he was there to pick me up. while dad was throwing footballs and baseballs with my brothers, he didn't hesitate to take me to my first dance. it was at the american legion - the father daughter dance. we did that every year. he always made me feel so special even though he was a man of few words. i will never forget.as i grew up, dad taught me to enjoy golf of all things. i found if i wanted to spend time with him, i needed to soak up those things he liked and golf was one. he would spend sunday afternoons watching the game so i settled in and started learning. we bonded during those times and then later after i moved, it was always a point of conversation for us because i'd watch the tournaments to see what was going on. same with football and baseball. go figure. dad was also the one i turned to with car trouble when i didn't know what to do. i could always count on him to answer those questions that puzzled me. with all these things, i will never forget.
i remember saying after daddy was taken so unexpectedly, "i will never be a daddy's girl again." i realize now that is not true. i will always be daddy's little girl. that doesn't go away just because my daddy is no longer on this earth. just as i have dad's memory with me all the things that comprised my being his little girl are still there.
on this father's day, i remember fondly all the many loving acts dad exhibited during his time with me and our family. i will treasure those moments forever. although i miss him every day, i also realize how blessed we are to have had him for as long as we did. i will never forget.
Friday, June 18, 2010
apparently, though, herbs are different. i had posted on facebook that i was growing herbs and no one mentioned i should "ignore" them... let them get dry and essentially underwater them... put them in poor soil and then leave them alone. if i'd only known. but alas, i did not so they got the kiss of death. and i am left with feelings of guilt and shame. dare i try again? i may... because i am not a quitter and now i believe i have the secret key.
so then... the other day, an african violet i've had for many years, just out of the blue, was looking very grim. it, too now, has suffered the very same "kiss." sigh... but this one...
sweet, yes? i received this pretty thing as a gift not long ago and although the flowers are all gone now, it seems to be healthy. i am not ignoring it. it gets my utmost attention and by all appearances is responding well to me.
i am reassured in my ability with plants.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
the fun thing is that i know the artist. he is a childhood friend of mine, rob thomas. how cool is that? isn't he fabulous?
an incredible fact is that both pieces were completed without using a paint brush. because they are not paintings, per se. that's right... not a drop of paint was used. wanna know what was? scraps of magazines. you read that right. magazines. paper. surprised?
Monday, June 14, 2010
i find myself browsing around checking out other blogs and websites with photos. i am intrigued with the layouts, colors, placements and techniques others use. the ability they have to capture and convey a message. i don't know that i have that same kind of ability or artistic eye. i just like to play around, experiment, push buttons and get the moment if i can.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
when i was in africa, i was intrigued by the various galleries that housed many forms of weaving called kente handmade usually by women sitting on the ground working on looms. it is amazing and i am privileged to have several pieces.
i walked into one gallery where i laid eyes on this "naked lady" and knew she had to be mine. she was the beginning of my art collection and i value the simplicity the artist used when painting her. i see different things each time i look at her. she is sitting on what is typically known in ghana as a chief's stool. isn't she lovely?
Friday, June 11, 2010
knowing i get to wake up to wonderful fragrance, bright color, new buds opening.
i took lots of pics and couldn't limit to posting only 1 or 2. when it comes to flowers, the more the better, yes?
Thursday, June 10, 2010
a little brighter... a bit funkier... colors are a tad sharper... not so subdued...
i think it probably represents me more than the old look did. we'll see how it works out. i may change it up again in a while just to keep it fresh.
so what do you think? any input?
go ahead and laugh. i do. all things considered, the shots don't turn out all that bad. at least in my mind. and the nice thing is that there's no one to tell me any different so i can go around believing i've taken some fabulous pics. then i share them with you. ha!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
there is a wonderful peach tree in the backyard and it has peaches on it. yay! doing the dance of joy because for the past 2 years, it has been somewhat dormant. we've not been sure why. perhaps the weather. maybe it's the way of peach trees and how they bear fruit.
i first learned how to can off of this peach tree. i had never canned before and had no idea what lay in store for me. i thought it sounded like fun and went after it wholeheartedly.
i found peach jam, butter and salsa recipes and went to work. once the peaches were ripe enough, the harvest began and washing, peeling, measuring, mixing, cooking, stirring and jarring ensued. then putting the jars in steam baths and finally waiting for the little pops to go off signaling the process was a success.
whew... this is what they did in days of old? to survive through winter? and not just with fruit but with vegetables, too. day in and day out the women canned product for their families. i was doing it for pleasure and to give away to others. mine was a choice. theirs was not. what a hard life. no wonder when we look at pictures from back when, those faces are all lined...craggy...and they look so very tired. i admire what they did after my experiences and it makes me appreciate my efforts all the more.
i am looking forward to seeing what kind of harvest the peach tree gives this year. the juice of the fruit running down my arm as i bite into its flesh and enjoy the sweetness. yum.... nothing like it.
i am excited at producing salsa and butter and jam. to be able to share some bounty with others. to say, "this came from my backyard tree" and see amazement in their eyes that there's a peach tree there, hanging out.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
but their "family" is much larger than that. it has grown around the world with the missionary work they have devoted their lives to and the connections with all the various people they have touched over the years. and it continues to this day. they are a extraordinary and remarkable couple. to know them is a blessing for they have enriched many lives during their 40 years together.
in all they do, they set a wonderfully refreshing example: how to serve, how to communicate, how to interact, how to live with integrity, how to pray with strength and conviction, how to walk in the word, and how to do it all by being real, humble and personable at the same time.
i am honored to call them friends and be able to tell you about them today. i pray that all of you can have friends like them in your lives, too.
happy anniversary greg & denyse... hugs & love!
have you had a garage or yard sale? how do you feel about them? do you enjoy them? look forward to them? do you have them every year or only when you absolutely must?
and sometimes they do... in droves... all once. and then nothing. you think the advertising hasn't paid off.
there are those people who show up looking for something specific. if it's not out...you don't have it, they walk away.
and then there are the individuals who enjoy a good, old fashioned barter. isn't that what garage sales are made for anyway? it's part of the fun of the hunt after all, although there are some who might like to have their purchase for free. we did have a good laugh over some particular incidents because there was a "free" box that only one person took advantage of. too funny...
finally, the drive-by's were encountered. these were the individuals who didn't even stop to check out our garage sale at all. they either just pulled up to the driveway for a split second to "glance" at what was set out - thus missing what had been placed into the back yard - and then would go peeling away faster than a speeding bullet because there were better garage sales they had to check out; or they didn't even bother to really pull over... they'd just sort of barely slow down to do a "lookie-lou" and keep on going like they never even were looking in the first place. we decided these people were not quality people if they couldn't have the time of day to stop since we had quality product out for sale. of course, everyone believes that of their own garage sales, don't they?
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
time to take care of those little digits that have been hiding in shoes and socks and hose and tights all winter long! yikes!
pedicure here i come. soaking in bubbles and salts, soothing creams, minty rubs, exfoliating lotions and oils. bring it all on. whatever it takes to make my feet smooth and supple i will endure. filing, poking, primping, picking, clipping, snipping, buffing, painting, shining. it's all worth it.
the colors that are now available are stupendous. i've worn everything from "champagne toast" to "i'm not really a waitress" to "grunge" to this one below, "silver purple." how fun is that?
doesn't it give you an urge to take care of your toes this summer? have a little fun with color?
go... go now... what are you waiting for?