Tag: writer
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A Complete Prayer
I’m listening to a book by Julia Cameron entitled, “Seeking Wisdom”, which reveals how her circle of friends and she talk to God. If you’re not familiar with Julia’s writing she describes God as Good, Orderly, Direction and each of us relate to God, or a higher power, in our own way, but it made…
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For the Love of One Flower
I did the craziest thing. I subscribed to the newsletter for Hill Country Water Gardens! It arrived in my inbox on Thursday evening and after scanning it’s contents, I knew I’d be headed that way first thing Friday morning all for the love of ONE plant. I don’t drive much anymore and it’s not because…
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Shifts Equal Change
I did something recently that I didn’t see coming. I moved the desk out of my writing room and placed it in the den. It wasn’t being used where it sat, because that room is too hot in the summer. The plants are happy in there, however, I wasn’t, so now we’re facing a wall…
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For the Birds
I wonder if the birds are continually confused by my yard, or if they see it as a great adventure? This morning, I noted, “I enjoy rearranging things outside as much as inside”, but once you move a birdbath, it takes days for them trust the new location. The hummingbirds are as quick witted as…
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Rise and Shine
Over the weekend, I was in a meeting and a woman shared that she spends the first 3 hours of the day nurturing her soul. It didn’t phase me, but she received a lot of blank stares as if her comment was unfathomable. Over a year ago, I started doing the same thing and it’s…
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The Best of Both Worlds
In this post here I shared the ambitious idea of leaving my Bougainvillea inside through the summer. It had done well being in over the winter and I was curious if it would thrive indoors during it’s blooming season. Well, that was my crazy unleashed, because do you know how big a Bougainvillea can get?…
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Advice from a Dog
I saw this quote and kept it to share. Plants teach me about life, but these two dogs living with me are also good teachers. Similar to plants, a lot of times I think I’m doing all the giving when in reality they give so much more than they receive, but I’ll continue to watch…
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Think Like a Plant
Recently, I saw a post in favor of Hill Country Water Gardens, giving them a rating of 10 out of 10. The reviewer highlighted how calm and peaceful it is to simply walk through, even though she usually leaves with something. I can relate. It’s not a place to swing by when you’re pressed for…
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Uncross Our Legs
I was taught at a very young age to cross my legs when seated and this became an automatic action throughout my life. Working from home, whenever I sit down my right leg would instinctively cross over my left and stay there. A couple of weeks ago, I noticed one morning while getting out of…
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My Life is a Meme
My friend SC Lourie shared this on her social media and I found it so interesting. 🧡
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A Safe Haven
I’ve never spent any time in my backyard. All of the planning and planting is usually poured into the front, but this year that changed. One reason was the back porch/deck was falling apart and wasn’t safe to stand on, much less use, so I began talking with my landlord about it and sent him…
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Introducing My Son
On Saturday, I met my son and his fiancé for lunch. Some of you don’t even know I have a son, but yes, I had a baby in 1987, when I was 23, and was on track to what I was taught. Find a man. ✔️ Get married and buy a house. ✔️ Start a…
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Cathedral of Calm
I opened the front door and stood in the doorway, breathing in the remnants of our early morning rain. The thunder didn’t awaken me at 5am…it was Denver standing at the front of the house, whimpering that pulled me from my slumber. A mother’s radar is always on, even with four-legged children. Slipping my feet…
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The Sober Me
The chair was hard, thick plastic with metal legs and reminded me of the chairs from Sunday School, but it felt sturdier than me. My waist was expanding from my newfound pregnancy making clothes from a few months ago uncomfortable, so my clothing was loose. The room was filled with smoke and mainly men, but…
