CRAFTING WITH KIDS =
Just don’t plan on anything staying clean.
Meanwhile, Mr Elf has been supervising and advertising my finished ones❤️
The girls think paint bottles are the bomb diggity 😂
Good Morning Y’all. My brain is going a mile a minute, despite my lack of coffee intake. That’s very unusual, but, that’s the perfect adjective to describe my life right now.
It’s Thursday, a cold 25 degrees. I already miss summer. We’re up, getting my older daughter ready for school. She’s not entirely recovered from her head cold, but she’s feeling better. Calandra is doin ok. She’s mommy’s little sweet pea cuddle bug.
I’m alright, I suppose. One day at a time, working through the intensity of my emotions. Are there any other HSP’s or INFJs in the nearby blogosphere? If you know of someone, please introduce him/her to me. Anyway, back to these emotions. What I don’t understand makes me frustrated… When I get frustrated, I cry. Sometimes, I don’t believe it’s because of what initially happened, but some other aspect of the situation. For example, I’m not sad that my ex and I are not together, but how it happened has me really shook up.
Since I don’t go out much, I socialize on apps. This one has been my favorite by far. I can’t imagine my life without writing. Of course I don’t feel I’m a big deal, or that I even write exceptionally well. I do feel writing is an outlet for me to convey my thoughts. It’s a platform (that’s the word I was trying to find the other day! Facepalm) to release and create. The possibilities are endless, and my thoughts are on paper. I can create a short story about a love I wish happened to me.. or an ending I feel better suited for my ex. It’s my writing, and I may write as I please. There’s so much freedom in that.
Ok, well you all have a fantastic Thursday. The weekend is almost here. Keep warm if you’re in that part of the globe. Keep an eye out for future posts.
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When you’re a single momma, and your baby’s sick, it’s off to the doctors. This morning, the lake affect snow and temperatures have settled over Cleveland.
Zivah brought home a head cold (I think!). I got it next, along with some absurd and annoying eye irritation. For three days, I’ve looked like someone punched me in the face. I have to say, of all physical illnesses I’ve had… an itchy eye has been the worst. Is the eye the most sensitive organ of the human body? It sure feels as such for me.
I’d love to be able to call my sister up and say “Hey, can you take Zivah to school for me?”… but, this momma doesn’t have that luxury. I do what I can with as little complaints as possible.
Here’s to us single parents 🥂
Stephan has been Lady Diana’s lifelong friends. The morning before that tragic night, in the tunnel, he has such a lovely visit together.
At sunrise, he was in full swing, preparing the lemon curd for the banana bread muffins. Lemon curd had originated from Britian, and it’s used as a spread or eaten alone.
Stephan also gathered a beautiful bouquet of lilies, forget-me-nots, and roses from Lady Diana’s garden. He knew every type of flower planted and the arrangement of which they were planted.
To compliment the breakfast, Stephan brewed up some organic blueberry tea. He knew Lady Diana consumed fat free and healthy foods. This tea would absolutely top off the menu of grand selections.
I don’t have two girls.
I have one very girlie daughter.
Then I have a very boyish daughter… Who’s singing about pee and poo, while taking a bath.
Rock painting is a booming art hobby today. It’s so soothing and great fun. Art therapy helps an individual to release emotions he/she can’t with words.
Here’s several easy and cute suggestions :
This was a gift for my ex, I had bought for this Christmas. Thought it’s a bittersweet sentiment, I’ll never leave it to anyone else. Love is a powerful thing; I’m sure this will guide my steps.
B- The buttery banana bread beautifully baked for the birthday bash.
I- An inquisitive iguana crawls up into the island loo.
N- Nora never needed nine lives to know new boxes were tough for gnawing.
G- Gilbert giggled at the gym class as they glided across the glowing glass.
O- Oggie brought the oversized orange cake to the October office party .
Haha, this was a lot of fun!
photo credit: Pinterest
What I was never taught, or what was tempted to be forced into my life, I learned on my own. I knew there were skills I needed for survival. I knew there was responsibility I needed, rather than burdening someone else with it.
What I would teach my younger self about life is the following :
No one can ever sprinkle too much kindness!
Not even on donuts😂
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My heart hurts so badly.
It’s unbelievable how life happens sometimes.
I’m physically sick. I’m emotionally destroyed.
I’m numb, cold, and feeling great amounts of
Rejection from those who said they’re here for
me. I don’t know what to do.
I was sitting here, slowly pulling myself from the box ” The Ex Files”, when I came across this gorgeous flower.
These are called Lily of the Valley. I wasn’t familiar with them; but, I knew there was a message in my finding them.
Edie Smith, in his article on hunker.com, explores the symbolism of this particular flower.
” most often symbolizes chastity, purity, happiness, luck and humility.”
What I noticed, the theme among all the definitions, is it’s belief in prosperity of happiness. When I need it most, right now, because our Good Lord knows all… my morning is embracing the gift of possibility. That pain shall pass, and though differently than it looked before, my happiness will find me again… from the angelic cups of overflowing tears. God’s creation of this flower teaches that it’s ok to cry. Even then, something beautiful happens.
Life isn’t a coincidence, but a series of events, guiding you to the best, the highest version of yourself. In the days, tucked in, are the moments and messages that get you through, storing and restoring, wounds that felt impossible to heal. Open your heart, and you’ll see everything is for your good.
And the sweetest of laughs passed through her lips.
Beauty, strength, and wisdom, she wore every
with elegance and grace.
Mingling among her company, she best
exemplifies the power of the mind.
When she found herself isolated, and the night
Her inner storm grew with dangerous fury.
The depth of her pain was inconceivable,
Nights she laid awake, fetal position and
sobbing with anguish.
Frustrated by the betrayal, she hid nothing of her
When the grief diminished, rage set in and the
darkness of her soul ate the exquisite feast.
Written for The Haunted Wordsmith’s The Daily Writing Challenge.
One decides his or her termination in many areas to life. Sometimes, it’s because of fear; other times, it could be pain. Unknowingly, the individual allows this abrupt end, regardless of the gift on the other side. Temporary pain beats longterm gain, again and again.
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Today’s joy has been a bit of a challenge. I’m coming down with the flu, along with having such a broken spirit. I’m trying though; and some days, that’s enough.
Since she was a little girl, she has had a heart for the well-being of others. Her church has organized a missionary trip to Guatemala, and she jumped at the chance to go. She wanted to broaden her horizon of the third world countries, and better understand the worlds outside her own. Through her international studies in college, God’s took her to Uganda and Tanzania. The eye opening experiences were equally humbling and heartbreaking.
All the illuminative snowflakes gracefully danced!
Children caught glimpses of festive windows.
Lights went up around the city.
Now, it’s time for hot chocolate.
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Jaret Hucks has given away about $50,000 worth of services
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We structure our lives around “time”. Since Jesus’ day, humans have been doing this. He says, in Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; A time of war, and a time of peace.
Time… the center of all that operates, finishes, begins, and exists….
In life, there are moments, we all have expierenced: birthdays, school, losing teeth, learning to walk.
Other moments appear in most of our timelines: graduation, driving, marriage, children.
Time is the constant change, ironically the very thing we pray will
Stop when life feels wonderful…
Be forgettable when moments are uncomfortable…
Hurry when we’re eager…
Slow down when we desire….
As if we’ve ever had control of its infinite existence and fulfilling purpose.
We didn’t create life, in the terms of ” in the beginning”. We never decided how life reproduces, species adapt, animals appear. We weren’t given such control.
Considering our mortal imperfections, I am relieved such is true. Never do I wish to hold the responsibility of which all things weave together in life’s dance.
Having said that, then, I must be patient and allow it to do what’s meant for me. I must trust it, in the intentions it has, for my wellbeing. I must live it, now… Because, it doesn’t stop, and it won’t slow down. I must use it in such a way that means something, because those individuals are who we remember… Because love is the ONLY that conquered death.
I have been lost, in past memories, quite a bit the last several days. Some days logic kicked my ass with the facts. Time after time after time…. (Fill in the blank). Unfortunately, this phrase comes with a list. Sucks! They’re truths, though. I had to accept them. I had to change it.
Other days, I’m lost in reasons why I miss him. Moments of intimacy and delicious closeness. His presence was lacking. That was the number one issue.
Time is stirring all of this, showing me signs, revising my vision of myself, refueling my heart and soul… And revealing clarity in the form of wisdom. None of this can happen if I don’t be patient…
Pain is uncomfortable, but so is being mistreated and neglected. Four days later, I do feel a bit more strength. I feel growth and faith.
I’m trusting my process
Time is on my side.
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