I'm Sailing Away

Do you ever just want to run Away? If I ever do, I will sail away. I got this picture off the back of a Reader's Digest 21 years ago. When they still had actual art on the back.

I remember falling in love with this picture, just for the sheer serenity it brings me. Anytime I ever had to get blood drawn or have had a painful procedure done, I envision this picture. It makes the pain less painful. Or when life is being really crappy, (sorry, no other word would do) I dream of leaving and sailing . My boat would need to be bigger than this, because I would want to go all over the world. Wouldn't it be great just to pick up and take off, no worries?

The first place I would go would be Italy. I would want to buy their wonderful laces and a bunch of their terra cotta pots. What? I have a thing for terra cotta pots!

Then off to France, where the women where no pants , supposedly.( That was a joke, sorry to any French women who may be reading this right now. You have the right to remain silent or flip this screen off.) Anyway, Off to France! I would then proceed to go to all the flea and antique stores I read about all the time.

I would buy enough stuff to start an antique store of my own . My store would be painted a really pretty wine red on the inside with white lace curtains on every window. I would hang a crystal chandelier in the middle of the store, and then have small lamps in different corners for ambiance.

There would be a little bronze rooster with bells hanging down, on the front door that would clangle every time someone came in. And it would smell so good in my shop of apple pie, because there would be pies you could buy there as well. Oh well, enough dreaming for one day. *Nita*

Love Tank Low ? Get It Filled Up

I made this collage today.

Click on it.

This is something a friend of mine use to ask me when I was feeling a little sad, and it always made me laugh.

Windmill of Time

I made this collage tonight. It was inspired by a post I read today. The woman talked about the love of her Grandma. I too, have a great love for my Grandma. She has been gone for a number of years now, but I still think of her daily. She was a great southern cook, and had this ability to make wherever her and Grandpa lived a home. I remember her most for the loving kindness she bestowed upon me. *Nita*

Be You Because No One Else Can

Nonconformist= A person who refuses to conform,as to established customs, attitudes, or ideas.

I have never felt the need to conform to anyones idea of who I should be. I have always been the kind of person who looks outside the box.

What about You? Do you feel the same?

Sharon Lovejoy Writer and Artist Extraordinaire

This book is a delight to read. There are many projects in this book I have never seen before.

She has many wonderful books out that anyone who likes to garden with their children would love. I have a few of her projects at the bottom of the page.

This authors main theme is to cultivate wonder.

Projects for the Child in all of Us

This is a great book for kids, but it is also a great book for grown- ups too. It has so many groovy projects in it that you will love.

I always plant a bulb garden in the window for winter flowers, and this has a project like that in it. I have a couple projects listed at the bottom of the page.

I Dream of a House by the Sea

I dream of a house by the Sea.

It would be a cottage with three bedrooms and a huge front room, and a huge kitchen. The kitchen would face the sea, and I would be able to watch the blue windswept waters ebb and flow as I did dishes.

But, I can imagine the stone cold fear people feel ,who live by the sea, when the sea leaves its banks.

The tumultuous clouds riding the waves like kings in chariots. Thunderous booms from heavenly realms making the heart skip a beat.

But wouldn't you feel so alive! Your senses at full alert. Then when the storm had passed, the peace of knowing it was just a storm, not a hurricane.

If I lived by the sea I would gather shells daily, and make steps of concrete and embed the shells in the steps. I would have a screened in room off the kitchen with strings of star lights hanging from the interior frame, so the light would bath a person favorably.

I would serve dinners of lobster and homemade bread and then have an exquisite dessert. The salad would come straight from my garden.

Flowers would surround the outside of the screened in room. Beautiful flowers in shades of white.

When night fell, the stars would be so close and bright we would feel as if God was touching us with His Glory. The moon would rest comfortably above the sea as if being cradled by its massive glory.

And the fireflies would dance above the flowers sending out ethereal yellow signals to their would be lovers.

And we, would sit in the cool of the evening and talk. We would talk of travel, of God, anything that came to our minds at that moment. Not worrying about the everyday burdens that weigh our weary minds down.

That's my dream. My dream I hold so close. *Nita*

Fairy Houses

I got this article a long time ago in a magazine.

I recently found it while going through an old journal. I thought, I am going to make one of these! I was amazed at what an awesome idea it is. I love fairies, and I know a lot of other people do to. Hope you enjoy this.

The whole article is at the bottom of the page.

Unstoppable

One of my favorite books is, Unstoppable

45 Powerful Stories of Perseverance and
Triumph from People Just Like you
author, Cynthia Kersey


Here is an exert from this book:


Passsion generates a supply of positive
energy far more abundant than vitamins, exercise, or any other
health remedy you can imagine. When you're passionate about
what you do, it's not just the destination that matters, but the entire
journey. From beginning to end, the journey is an adventure.
When you love what you do, you have the energy to overcome
any obstacle. Doing what you love has three immediate benefits:

1. You'll Be Highly Motivated

2. Work Will Seem Like Play

3. Others Will Share Your Passion And Enthusiasm

I love this book, and I hope this inspires you.
If there is anyone out there who has a dream today that is burning a hole in your chest, why not go for it? We have a limited amount of time on this earth. Seize the day! Have a Blessed Day, Nita

" The capacity for hope is the most
significant fact of life, It gives human
beings a sense of destination and
the energy to get started."

-Norman Cousins

The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire."
- Marshall Foch

Inspiration

" Because of its tiny wings and heavy body, aerodynamically the bumblebee shouldn't be able to fly. But the bumblebee doesn't know that, so it flies anyway."

Quilter and Textile Artist Janet Bolton

I found out about this artist in an old Country Living Magazine, she does the most amazing miniature quilts you have ever seen! I have pictures of her work posted at the bottom.

Little Dogs Make the world Go round

This is my daughter Liz's little Chihuahua Ariel. She has a personality out of this world.

When we got her she was only six weeks old, I was afraid the cat was going to hurt her because she seemed so little and shy. Wrong! She went after the cat as soon as she saw him. They are friends now, but she still likes to chase him.

American Indian Monday

Quanah Parker

1852-1911

Quanah was the son of Comanche Chief, Peta Nocone and Cynthia Ann Parker. In 1867 he became chief of the Comanche. He was at one time believed to be the wealthiest American Indian in the United States. He was a bold warrior and a great leader of his people.

Dreams

I dreamed of my brother last night and woke up crying. It is so hard during this time of the year, because he passed away 7 years ago on August 8. The dream seemed so real. We were talking about how he wanted to travel, and we were drinking ice tea.

When I was little he babysat me and my little sister. He would take us for picnics, and we would walk across town just to go swimming.

He made us take shortcuts through the cemetery, and tell us ghost stories to scare us. Then we would go home and watch Gilligan's Island and he would make Spaghetti O's . I miss him.

Time

Psalm 90: 12

I was reading my daily devotion this morning and realized we have 5 months left in this year.

Swooosh.... Those 7 months went way too fast. I want to be more aware of my minutes, my hours, my days and not waste any of it. I want to squeeze every ounce of joy and life I can out of every single minute that I am living.

Blended Colors: rockin girl blogger

Blended Colors: rockin girl blogger


I was nominated for a Rockin' Girl Blogger Award by my friend over at Blended Colors , and now I have to nominate five people, here are my choices:

1. Love Conquers All
http://loveconquersall.typepad.com/

2. Quiet Life
http://www.booshay.blogspot.com/

3. Treasure Barn
http://treasurebarnblog.blogspot.com/

4. Thrifty Collage Artist
http://thriftycollageartist.blogspot.com/

5. Whispers of Inspiration
http://whispersofinspiration.blogspot.com/

Father to the Fatherless

Psalm 68:5

A Father to the fatherless,

a defender of widows,

is God in His Holy

Dwelling.

This picture is from a children's Bible I had as a child. I use to read through it everyday when I was little.

I was a lonely child. My Mom and Step-Dad drank alot, and me and my little sister spent alot of time alone. Our older siblings had moved and been married and we were left alone.

We never got to see our real Dad very often because he moved away when we were little. I always felt like a fatherless child.

One day when we were at church the preacher was talking about those who didn't have fathers. Maybe their dads had died or just left them. He said God is the Father to the fatherless.

My throat started hurting and I wanted to cry. I wanted to let out all the years of anguish I felt. But I didn't want to cry in church. When I got home I did, in the safety of my own room.

But, I was also happy that God was the Father to the Fatherless. I had a Father.

If anyone out there is struggling with not having a Father, be encouraged today. God is your Father. He cares for you.

God Bless, Nita