I made a few small, yet noticeable, changes to my blog last night. I was feeling quite inspired!
This weekend, after I spoke with my coach from school, my brain kept working things out and I came up with my life plan. Wrote it down, and everything! This has taken me 31 long years, but the beautiful part is it incorporates almost everything from those 31 years. This plan is custom fit to me, as it should.
If you each were here right now, I’m sure I’d give you the biggest hug of your life – just so I could share my joy with you.
This plan will take 4-5 years to fully come together, but I long to share all the ups and downs with you through that time.
I kept thinking of the cliché (and great) Steve Jobs quote earlier, in the hopes of being inspired:
The only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.
I think it goes a step beyond simply loving what you do. Meaning, you love it because that’s how you were made to serve and glorify the Lord. And so, with all of my ambitions before me, I also want to keep this quote from C.S. Lewis in mind:
Don’t let your happiness depend on something you may lose.
Now I need to get to work on all of this!!
“No one has yet fully realized the wealth of sympathy, kindness and generosity hidden in the soul of a child. The effort of every true education should be to unlock that treasure.” Emma Goldman
I’m finally posting the pictures I mentioned here a few weeks ago, about my visit to my mom’s farm to play with Gracie and to see the new chicks. Again, it’s easier to use the slideshow and gallery format, so I’ll post some of her funny Gracie-isms here.
While we were outside wandering about:
“Let’s go esplorin’!”
During her clover hunt, when she puts her arms back and starts sniffing the air to find them:
“I need to go investagate!”
“There’s a bazillion this way!”
And, when I kept walking around in the woods, strategically avoiding the scary neighbor house, she leans down during her piggyback ride and says,
“Did you just need to go for a walk?”
Like she just understands those sorts of moments. She’s completely precious!
While we were playing inside with her puppet theatre:
Me: Is that a nice dragon (puppet)?
Gracie: Yes. (she then makes a spitting noise)
Me: I don’t think it’s a nice dragon if it’s spitting.
Gracie: It is a nice dragon! It doesn’t shoot fire; it shoots water. It’s a water-proof dragon!
haha, so therefore it’s nice, and water-proof! love her!!
It’s been a few weeks, so I can’t wait to visit again to play with Gracie and see how big the chicks have gotten.
I found this quote on a friend’s blog today and fell in love.
“The experience of centering was one I particularly sought because I thought of myself as dispersed, interested in too many things. I envied people who were ‘single-minded,’ who had one powerful talent and who knew when they got up in the morning what it was they had to do. Whereas I, wherever I turned, felt the enchantment: to the window for the sweetness of the air; to the door for the passing figures; to the teapot, the typewriter, the knitting needles, the pets, the pottery, the newspaper, the telephone. Wherever I looked I could have lived.
It took me half my life to come to believe I was okay even if I did love experience in a loose and undiscriminating way and did not know for sure the difference between good and bad. My struggles to accept my nature were the struggles of centering.” – [from Centering in Pottery, Poetry, and the Person by Mary Caroline Richards]
“Combining art and the tea is a wonderful marriage, … It’s slightly educational, with a fun twist.” – Beverly Becker
A friend, who majored in ceramics and recently graduated, mentioned that some of her work was on display in the front window of a favorite local coffee spot. Her description of the animals having tea cups, saucers, and the like for heads caught my attention. I stopped by Sunday before heading to my mom’s and snapped a few pictures.
Well done, friend!
sorry for the reflection; poor shot on my part.
I see this display as owning a very earthy Mad Hatter feel. It doesn’t hurt that the most recent episode of Once Upon a Time focused on the story of said character – a show I’ve “stopped” watching because of my fear of wolves, except I now just catch it online at work the following week. I make no sense, I’m well aware, but I haven’t seen a wolf on there in a while.
Below are just a couple of shots I took walking back to my car. Neither are fabulous, but it’s always a challenge for me not to find eudemonia while walking around the historic beauty of DTA (downtown Annapolis).
I hope you have a lovely day filled with things like tea, art, flowers, and old brick buildings.
my trimmed hydrangea bush that i received as a house warming present a couple of years back. they are one of my favorites!
In looking for garden quotes for my earlier post, I came across some good ones that didn’t make “the cut” but are still worthy to share.
A good garden may have some weeds. – Thomas Fuller
A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows. – Doug Larson
All gardening is landscape painting. – William Kent
Gardening is how I relax. It’s another form of creating and playing with colors. – Oscar de la Renta
A garden is a complex of aesthetic and plastic intentions; and the plant is, to a landscape artist, not only a plant – rare, unusual, ordinary or doomed to disappearance – but it is also a color, a shape, a volume or an arabesque in itself. – Roberto Burle Marx
Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace. – May Sarton
Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul. – Luther Burbank
In celebration of Spring, I weeded and trimmed my garden this weekend.
the “grass” (weeds, really) still needs to be cut, but as i’m allergic, my neighbor generously cuts it when he cuts his.
mulch this weekend, and then it’s finished.
and… three bags of weeds and clippings for a co-worker/friend’s compost pile.