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A Vintage Soul
I love vintage items. Even if I buy something new it feeds my heart more if it has simple lines with a vintage flair. My favorite flower is the Hydrangea and I do a lot of my writing on a vintage typewriter, so things from the past feed my soul. I enjoy doing things by…
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Life’s Little Rewards
I’ve got a real thing for matches. Probably because of my love for candles and the matches are used to light them. This offers ritual to use a long wooden match to light a candle and you should try it. I’m sitting in front of the book table while writing this. I don’t even call…
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Slowly Fading Away
To the beautiful soul who has lost their spark. To the soul whose get up and go, has went and truly gone. This is for you. This is to remind you, that you don’t have to be everything to everyone, every day. You didn’t sign up for that. Remember when you used to laugh, sing…
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Moments Like These
I’ve been invited to join a church, so I went to a meeting to listen to the vision of the church and the direction they’re headed in. I haven’t been to a meeting like this in 20 years, but enjoyed it and we’ll see where it leads. Like the meme we’ve talked about says, I’ve…
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A Greater Plan
I change my mind often and it can be something small like moving the bird bath bowl from one side of the yard, to the other, or something bigger like rearranging all the furniture in my house. Changing my mind produces tangible results, so when the unexpected occurs it’s not so disruptive. I heard once,…
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One Year Later
Earlier this week I ordered groceries online and had them delivered to my home. It wasn’t much, just a few things I was running out of, mainly half and half. I met the delivery person outside where he’d parked his vehicle in front of the house. After handing me the parcels he said, “Let me…
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Calloused
When I was a kid, the men in my family had calloused hands and Daddy had a row of callouses on the palms of each hand from continually gripping things, especially a shovel, or axe. Back then, callouses were evidence of hard work. I was grateful for the winter to wear long sleeves, but now…
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Ritual for Mornings
Your heart and soul know what you need, and what it wants, but the plan doesn’t deviate. To sum it up in one word, I’d choose ‘water’, and it’s a series of small things that water mine. Over the weekend, I made a decision to take time for ritual, especially in the morning. I’d noticed…
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Dormant
The young girl with a love for fairytales had matured into a woman. It took decades to become this woman and there was so much more ‘becoming’ left to do. She had grown to love and admire this warrior/woman challenging her reflection in the mirror, flashing that sheepish grin that has others asking, “What is…
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Plan Nothing
I’ve slowed the flow of my blogging after remembering I’d rather lay my hand to a few things and give it my all, rather than a multitude of things half-assed. When the space opens, I show up. The way we start our day determines the quality of life within the next few hours of the…
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The Glitter Stapler
Practical can be pretty. It may not be as sturdy, or dependable as the logical choice, but it’s more fun. Pretty is to be enjoyed ever how long it lasts but holds no guarantee of how long that’ll be. I don’t recall the whole story but remember the gist of it to share. My daughter…
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