sow kindness
there’s a light at the end of the tunnel
i’ve been clearing the clutter away
it’s been such a painful experience
because the clutter wants to stay..
but this disease has got to go
it has been with me far too long
so it is time for clutter bug and i
to find something new to do
i already feel the freedom
and seeing a little light
as i say goodbye to clutter bug
because i want clutter out of my sight..
r gould
round and round
the world we go
losing sight of what we know
spinning fast
out of control
delving in darkness
that masters the soul…
Lord, help us
help us quick
free us from what
makes us sick..
love will turn this world around
compassion and kindness
can make us sound…
r gould
I am optimistic that there will always be creative people to inspire the world..I am linking to the Daily Post.
Beside my cottage door it grows,
The loveliest, daintiest flower that blows,
A sweet briar rose.
At dewy mourn or twilight’s close,
The rarest perfume from it flows,
This strange wild rose.
But when the rain-drops on it beat,
Ah, then, its odors grow more sweet,
About my feet.
Offtimes with loving tenderness,
Its soft green leaves I gently press,
In sweet caress.
A still more wondrous fragrance flows
The more my fingers close
And crush the rose.
Dear Lord, oh, let my life be so
Its perfume when tempests blow,
The sweeter flow.
And should it be Thy blessed will,
With crushing grief my soul to fill,
Press harder still.
And while its dying fragrance flows
I’ll whisper low, He loves me and knows
His crushed briar rose.
author unknown to me..
Creation is my inspiration
This is my response for the Daily Post weekly challenge of Inspiration….
I consider going to a fabric store to be on my top ten to do list. I love how the warmth of the different kinds of fabric, the yarn and all of the notions call out to me. It all kind of gets my creative juices flowing to want to tap in to different creative endeavors. In my quiet time I have been thinking a lot about our first years experience here in Oregon. I appreciate the vastness of the forest, the many bodies of water, the green fields, the rustic barns and the animals. There are areas that I need divine intervention and it’s in God’s presence that I find what I need.. His direction, His comfort, His wisdom and much more. The word reluctant came to me this morning. In my years I have been reluctant to do a lot of things. Mainly out of fear of failure. So it was like, why even bother trying. So from this Hen, don’t be reluctant. Don’t let the years of your youth and life in general slip away as you sit on the fence. Hop off! I wrote a short poem on this a few years ago and will have to locate it. Don’t wait, don’t hesitate, just do it…And make that sweater…lol! The store I visited is called the Stitchin’ Post in Sisters, Oregon. I will share some tales about this fantastic place in another post…
on this day of rest
i am grateful
for introspection
a time to look
within
and search
for what may be amiss
as i reflect on
experiences
in life
recent and past
thankful for all
even the hard lessons
not so easy
but have helped to form
who i am..
memories of a baby boy
born to me this day
thank you young man..
for the privilege
of being your mother
for family and friends
reminders of growth
for the sweet transparent
and grateful
hearts
that shared this week
thank you..
to all that read and follow
thank you!
for life that pleases
but always enough unease
to keep me looking
up
lifting praise
and thanksgiving
from my quiet corner of the world..
linking with michelle
I am Thankful for
Living Water, that quenches my thirst, when I am dry.
To share your thoughts and photos for a week of Gratitude, go here.
Words Like Honey 