Morning...
Soft breezes...waxing sunlight, diffused by clouds and soft rain...birdsong...hot coffee..."October's meditative haze"...peace and plump fruitfulness...Bible reading...prayer...feeling nested.
My very heart nested this morning.
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My very heart nested this morning.
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Studio Addition
This evening, as I was working on a huge painting (the biggest one yet) The Preacher noticed that several inches of my canvas was hanging over the edge of my table...the piece covered my entire table, and then some.
And now, just a couple of hours later, I have a new, bigger top, firmly attached to the old tabletop...
...and painted with black chalkboard paint!
Love it! Not only is the tabletop able to accommodate the large canvas I was working on, but I have extra inches to sit my tubes of paint, the bowl I use for matte medium, and my jars of brushes and water.
Fun stuff.
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My Warped Sense of Humor...
Went with a friend to an exclusive art gallery in Atlanta...one that features several mixed media artists. It. Was. Heavenly.
For fun, on the way down my friend and I arranged to have this picture snapped, at a Georgia rest stop. I sent it to The Preacher's phone...with only the word, "Oops" :
That was my best "Oh no. I got busted in 'da hood" face. It was the best this homegirl could manage. The Preacher knew the pic was a hoax. He knew right away that I was messin' with him. He failed to see the humor. Me?
I howled, giggled, guffawed, and chuckled my way all the way on to Atlanta, where I commenced to having yet more fun.
This is how I deal with stress. Thank you, Georgia State Police Department, for cooperating with Operation Recover Sheila's Sanity.
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For fun, on the way down my friend and I arranged to have this picture snapped, at a Georgia rest stop. I sent it to The Preacher's phone...with only the word, "Oops" :
That was my best "Oh no. I got busted in 'da hood" face. It was the best this homegirl could manage. The Preacher knew the pic was a hoax. He knew right away that I was messin' with him. He failed to see the humor. Me?
I howled, giggled, guffawed, and chuckled my way all the way on to Atlanta, where I commenced to having yet more fun.
This is how I deal with stress. Thank you, Georgia State Police Department, for cooperating with Operation Recover Sheila's Sanity.
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My Granddaughter
Something tells me Homegirl didn't want her picture taken. She probably wanted her binkie. She's a binkie kinda girl, through and through. Her momma and daddy don't dare leave home without a stash of pacifiers.
Isn't she beautiful? This picture makes me smile, from way down deep inside.
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Latest Addition to the Art Studio...
...is a beautiful chandelier, made by my daughter Hannah, over at Daughter By Design.
She finds old-but-working light fixtures, and she blesses them with her eye for design, painting them, and adorning them with real crystals - either clear or of various colors. Then she sells them for a pretty penny. But this one, she made just for me...for my new art studio.
Gorgeous much?
I knew you'd agree. I think so, too. Ignore the art journaling going on at the table (the beautiful leather bound book with the hand-edged watercolor papers, a gift from my other daughter, Sarah)...
...it has been a rough couple of weeks, here at the cottage. I'm emoting on paper. I've heard it called "Praying In Color". It's cheaper than therapy, healthier than meds, and much easier on all my friends.
I'll fill you in on whatever it is that is going on later....whenever I figure out what is going on. This could be a good thing, or it could be a very bad thing. Youngest children tend to give their parents a run for their money like that.
And the nest? Well...it may or may not be empty. We shall see.
I know, right? Pray for me, friends. God, grant me the serenity. Help me, Rhonda. Jesus take the wheel...
...and I am so grateful for wild sons and stable daughters. Both are a blessing - just in different ways. One tends to be a happy sort of blessing, the other a blessing that deepens and strengthens you.
You know. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
I say it again - by faith, before the outcome can even be seen:
Grace will accomplish what the law could never do.
Gorgeous much?
I knew you'd agree. I think so, too. Ignore the art journaling going on at the table (the beautiful leather bound book with the hand-edged watercolor papers, a gift from my other daughter, Sarah)...
...it has been a rough couple of weeks, here at the cottage. I'm emoting on paper. I've heard it called "Praying In Color". It's cheaper than therapy, healthier than meds, and much easier on all my friends.
I'll fill you in on whatever it is that is going on later....whenever I figure out what is going on. This could be a good thing, or it could be a very bad thing. Youngest children tend to give their parents a run for their money like that.
And the nest? Well...it may or may not be empty. We shall see.
I know, right? Pray for me, friends. God, grant me the serenity. Help me, Rhonda. Jesus take the wheel...
...and I am so grateful for wild sons and stable daughters. Both are a blessing - just in different ways. One tends to be a happy sort of blessing, the other a blessing that deepens and strengthens you.
You know. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
I say it again - by faith, before the outcome can even be seen:
Grace will accomplish what the law could never do.
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