Tag: choices
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A Life of Enough
All is calm on this weekend morning which is how I tend to like it. I moved the desk from the back of the house to the front and as I sit to write this I’m gazing out the window overlooking the front yard. Nothing is moving. Not a single leaf, or branch on the…
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Our True North
I rarely went to Hill Country Water Gardens because it was so far away. Unfortunately, now it only takes 10 minutes to arrive in their parking lot. They open at 11:00 am on Sunday’s and that’s my favorite time to go. My truck pulls into the lot a few minutes before they officially open, but…
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More Than Enough
I’ve been taking my Marshall Bluetooth speaker outside with me in the morning to care for the yard. This is my birthday month and I become quiet and contemplative in October. Visions of my previous selves floated by as I sat on the deck. Honestly, just thinking of all the past versions of myself and…
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Grow in Grace
This week I felt like a superhero in my backyard. In May, I purchased a hanging basket from a friend who works at a garden center and the vine grew like mad. When I first brought it home, it had a pretty, pink bloom, but only bloomed that one time. It didn’t take long to…
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The Right Choice
One month later, I moved Rumi out of my bedroom because it was inconvenient sharing my space. I got tired of moving him to function and he didn’t look happy. Plants need to be around energy, so I moved him to the front of the house, which ironically is where he landed when I first…
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Better with Age
I’m reminding myself to sit outside several times a day for a few minutes. I’m careful to protect my skin, but this uplifts my mood immensely. I knew it was the week of spring break when the streets came to life with screaming children. I’m not sure why children scream nowadays, but they do. When…
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The Fence
In December, a company I work with offers a mindful practice called, Sacred Bow, to all it’s members. I’m honored to host it again this year, but the thing about hosting is, I want to know how to encourage others, so that means partaking in the practice. The first step is to review our year,…
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An Unsupervised Life
My daughter secretly worries a little bit about my living alone and she has good reason. Recently, she sent me a TikTok and said, “I’m crying because this is you!” It was a young woman my daughters age talking about her Mom getting banned from the app Next-door for being a little too honest. My…
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Apps
I’m clearing out the draft folder as a part of my Sacred Bow for this year. I wrote about Sacred Bow in 2020 on another blogsite, but it’s so much more than one post. For me it’s a practice that starts the first of November and runs through the end of the year. I’ll be…
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Worth the Price
After posting An Outdoor Room, your comments got me thinking about an outdoor chair, so I’ve been looking and found one, but then got my feelings hurt a little bit. I’ve been looking at this outdoor chair for over a week and had it in my cart for purchase, but today it was $100 more…
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A Forever Fan
I became a forever fan from a subscription given to me one Christmas. It lasted for six months, so once a month I’d retrieve a bag of their coffee beans from my mailbox and squeal with delight every, single, time. In my mind, that’s true love. I enjoy trying coffee from all over the world.…
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The Water Bowl
It became easier to not add flowers to my yard once I stopped frequently visiting my happy place that you can read about here. My favorite garden center that feeds my very soul simply by parking my truck nearby. Sunday was the day I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. If it’s possible it felt…
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The Age of Absolutely
I drove into town specifically to purchase a pair of gloves. I’d seen them in one of my favorite shoppes over a month ago and was drawn to them then, but didn’t make the purchase. They only had two pair left of an interesting pattern that I probably wouldn’t have chosen at first glance, but…
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When You Don’t Have To
When the flooring in your house is wood and tile, but you have one rug in the breezeway. That one rug is where the dog will choose to barf. Sunday afternoons were once spent cleaning house, but I don’t have to anymore. Living solo, the house stays pretty clean and now when I walk through…
