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Awaken #napowrimo (day eighteen)

Posted on August 29, 2016 by shabbysnap Leave a comment

Morning’s Announcement:
Creaking of oldness,
joints scream their age
Trumpeting of water,
finds its tepid rage
Singing of teens
carelessly prep for the day
Humming of electricity
primes the light display
Growling of espresso
Pressed, wafting near
Current state of morning bliss
The little things I hear

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I’ve always used olive oil, garlic and onion as seasoning for cauliflower, but today I tried cider vinegar, olive oil, almond slices and raisins. Um. I will never go back. And since no one with a nut allergy likes cauliflower, I’m good. 😊 #imtheminicook

Sixteen years ago, these little ladies were so fun to dress, craft and eat chocolate with. It’s the sweetest of the sweet kind of Valentine, y’all. #shabbysthrowback

I’ve always enjoyed sunsets, but through the course of many years have discovered their significance. We may not be able to rewind the days, weeks, months or years, and for sure we cannot get back a decade or two, but... We make good things on Valentine’s Day. Sunset cruises, strolls, cliffs, hikes, mountains, oceans, pastures and woods. Life Growing up Love Babies Memories Togetherness Intimacy Fights Locked doors Notes passed under the door Broken dressers Drunkenness (or almost on accident) Sickness Miracles New pipes under a home Pizza Hut Being lost/found Being known/unknown Hosting guests Undercooked steak at Hereford house Overcrowded restaurants—butt cheek to butt cheek. 103 fevers with cats Boxed meals Wine coolers Black and white TV Near divorce Redemption/forgiveness Revelation of God’s love. Oh. Wow! Sending children for a sistertine together @ college. Here we sit. Alone. Afloat. A sunset behind us and so much before us. I choose YOU! Over and over again! @mdortch (1998 living in downtown Chicago. And it’s almost 22 years since we met) #valentinerewind hashtag transparency

♥️I can’t remember if it was a Valentine gift from daddy or a Christmas gift, but here it sits—to stay—on Bella’s jewelry organizer. The Locket. Inside, carefully scissored pictures of her favorite people sit hinged across from each other. She was four or five, I believe. Today, she says it sparks joy and it will forever remain in her grasp. - - Don’t underestimate the power of a gift. Even a minimalist-minded person has many of these personified objects that *never become negotiable—and i speak for myself here as well. A romantic will never abandon the ship of memories. ♥️ No can do, no KONDO.

Part of being a self-proclaimed aesthetics manager means noticing the unintentional power objects can take when a camera is present. One might see comfort, soft textures and a buttery palate of color, I see a goofy face. Oh Airbnb, I love judging places i wanna stay by their pics, but this one really pulled me in and had me at hello.

So the cool thing about living in Texas is that flowers can bloom all year, right? On my walks, I’ve been spying on this creeper and wanted to snap his ever-loving picture for so long. I finally captured his steadfast gorgeousness yesterday and it made me think a bit. No matter the weather, he dangled and sways against the force of gravity furiously sending his roots down to their deepest level. And amidst the struggle, he continually blooms. It just so happens he chose my favorite color for his adornment. Lessons I’ve learned from him and his Creator: no matter what happened or is happening, no matter how empty you feel, no matter the bad/good news or the disease/pain, stay put! Send the roots down as you precariously dangle, even if you’re seemingly exposed to the elements. Keep fulfilling your duty/call and keep expressing your amazing gifts. Be a light to those who pass by. And even when it seems like parts of you have been plucked or are dying off, remember that life renews in the seeds you’ve already sown, and given the proper conditions, new growth will occur within you. Come what may, be what/who you were created to be. #mellowingwithyellowing

You know how sometimes a simple picture or visual journal entry, as I like to call them, pulls you back to a time of renewal? That time you had a revelation because the rest of your life was seemingly stabile and you could focus on that *one new leaf. That simpler time that only glistens more because it’s gone. Now, things seem disjointed, though celebration and thankfulness occur, it seems like more leaves are yellowing and falling off vs. sprouting a new green. And the planter is tight and constricting, it doesn’t feel like home. Is it a dreaded yet fascinating edge, this place of transformation that is dragging on and on, or is the slow and steady burst out of a dormancy? Is it the hybrid organisms that mix in this space that are causing this hullabaloo in the soul? Is it a new and unidentified species of life that is stirring?Ahhhhhh I know what The Word says and I’m the first to encourage with words of positivity. I cling to these truths, but my flesh says why and how and when and why. My mind is frequenting the nostalgia of the past, and yet here, I place one foot gingerly into the future of an unknown greenhouse— hoping and praying. Aiming to grow something beautiful...something useful, while losing so much at the same time. But to understand gain, I must sit in the feeling of loss and trust that on the other side is healing and hope and growth. The trees, ground, animals and plants know this. They have all been here and lean in to the Creator’s way. Teach me to be like them: faithful, strong and eager to grow. Until the next edge, I wait with open palms and an open heart. #shabbyshared

It was a wonderful crafternoon. Love you, @robyn_lilly Thanks to: @theimanproject + @babesneverdie @2310routhstreet

On the way to grey, I thought I’d have some fun. Ever want to challenge your self-confidence? Make a drastic hair change at the same time other things seem to be transitioning on their own. Surprisingly, it’s comforting. I’m shocked. 😂

Not feeling well, but in addition, I’ve been keeping comfort close at hand these days. Found this yummy recipe and wanted to try since she uses refried beans and tomato paste to thicken. I love the flavor! It’s kinda Tex-mex! I might add corn next time, but for now, some fresh green beans. 😂 #imtheminicook Thank you, @shelikes.food “The Best Vegan Chili”

I KonMari’d my closet and am now wearing shoes from the old days. Funny how it worked in reverse for me as I’m using items I had forgotten about. Old friends that I needed and paid no attention to the last few years. I got rid of the new and am appreciating the old. Not sure that was the intention, but hey, I’ll take it. The lower level is done, the upstairs needs a bit of love. #shabbyyogalegs On another note: 1) I’ve noticed I’ve neglected my naturally reflective tendencies and even my writings. 2) I’ve not taken a single insightful nature picture since before Christmas. It’s sad. 3) I’ve neglected my soul care since I didn’t finish my advent study. Consider this my confession which lines up with my well-oiled intention for 2019: transparency. I will NOT go down with the ship! 😂

I don’t want to brag, but I’m eating these (for lunch) amidst the KonMari method happening NOW! The chaos is encircling me, but I’ve found a little savory sustenance. Bean blend cooked in veggie broth + 1/2c onion + salt, pepper and fresh rosemary. So many smiles. #imtheminicook

One Art BY ELIZABETH BISHOP The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster. —Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Did we position him right under the horns? Yes. My eyes are barely open, since we kept laughing! Then, we recreated the pic behind us on this glorious Friday family fun night!

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Yesterday we visited a NYD party, but then came home and my babe made a wonderful taco meal. I preppped the peppers and Spanish rice, while he put all the other elements in place. Honesty part coming: It’s difficult this time of year to move forward out of the bubble of holiday...especially with inclement weather. I’ll be the first to say my mindset isn’t quite where it needs to be. Sure! I could say that I’m happy, post a quote about new beginnings or just plain make up my own inspirational saying, but right now I’m really blah!!! I’m clawing to stay in the positive, as the date approaches when I kiss my 1st girl goodbye back to Arizona and kiss my husband farewell for a week of work in Vegas. Sorry it’s not the happiest post, but one of my resolutions is to be *even more transparent, regardless of my own self-doubts. So! Here’s to kicking off 2019! I’m thankful, blessed and joyful, just not the happiest I’ve ever been. But...tacos, baths, Jesus, yoga family and friends make it much better. #shabbystable #shabbyshared #imtheminicook

Merriest Christmas to you and yours + many blessings in 2019! #parabopress @parabopress #shabbysnapmas

Being present, aware of details, together, open-minded, flexible and helpful are mechanical parts of savoring a memory. See ALL the parts! Call upon the moisture of the life within you to bring about the most amazing crystallization of time! It will melt away soon! You’ll pack your bags, get in the car and drive away happy. Embark upon this season with a mindset like this: see the star, seek to get close, experience the miracle and join together to become a sparkly structure that reflects the light of the Son. #shabbyshared You CAN do it, YOU matter and what you CONTRIBUTE makes the whole experience better. #happywinter

He may not see things in a full color spectrum, but he brings vivid hues to my life. He takes me places I’ve never dreamed I’d travel and has enough compassion/heart for ten people. I love him! Today, I wish him a happy happy birthday! Cheers to many more bday celebrations, travels, health and memories.

This man makes me so proud! He is accomplished and handsome, but y’all, his soul is a rare and valuable thing. He humbly embodies an abundance of wonderful and rare qualities. His moral compass, grit, heart, compassion, dedication, loyalty, work ethic and ability to empathize become a shining light for others to see; a guide to instruct. And guess what? He doesn’t even know how powerful these things are!!! Talk about real power! Please help me congratulate my only son. The one that shifted the trajectory of my life to consider someone other than myself. I am forever grateful for him, his beloved parents—whom I knew were the God-chosen couple—and for his amazingly talented siblings who weave a gorgeous tapestry of love like no one else can. Tyler. You stand with a great cloud of witnesses: an extended, uniquely hybrid family dynamic. Love is something you will NEVER lack. Am I proud? I can’t even begin to list ALL of the reasons. The future is better because of you. Go forward confidently and reap the harvest of blessings that God has for your life. And Debbie, my wonder-twin! Your gentle nurturing, carefully curated words, wisdom and comfort have propelled your son on this admirable path. I am proud of you + blessed to be a part of this wonderful adoption story. You are an amazing mother!! #adoptionstory #openadoption #ilovehimbunches #oneboystolemyheart #lovealwayswins #shabbybirthmom #joinbravelove

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