Wood Flowers ~

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Strolling through the yard I spied the old logs, stationary where they have lain for the last two years.  Decomposing past the point of being useful for warmth they never made it to the fireplace which now I am happy for.  I wasn’t sure exactly what they were other than beautiful.

I am not scientific but I do enjoy educating myself with further learning of my environment.  What is this?  It is pretty yes and reminds me of growing coral just on dry land but it took several searches to determine exactly what I was photographing.  Was it a flower, lichen or other type of fungi?  Turns out these leathery multicolored swirls growing on my would be firewood are mushrooms also called bracket fungi obtaining their nourishment from the wood of the fallen tree.  If I were educated in the study of mushrooms I would be a Mycologist.

I called them wood flowers and if I were educated in the study of flowers I would be a Botanist; the study of wooded plants would make me a Dendrologist, and the applied study of wooded plants would place me as an Arboriculturalist.

Instead I like to consider myself an unofficial Naturalist in that I do study nature through my photography.  I learn from it and acquire a higher appreciation for the world of nature around me.

For the Love of… Rabbits?

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Growing up…

I had the most beautiful two feet tall, stuffed velour rabbit whose name was nothing else than Peter.  He was one of those stuffed animals that you see rather than play with; and he had a nice spot upon the shelf.  He came complete with a little blue velour jacket and black shiny slipper shoes.  I do wish I still had him today and have never seen another quite like him.  He was part of a set of small Beatrix Potter books that I was given.  I read those books over and over, very carefully as they were special and do still have them today.  I have also (guilty) added many more of those little green covered books to my collection.

These special Beatrix Potter ~ Peter Rabbit books were small green hardback books that came with a beautifully illustrated white dust jacket.  I believe The Peter Rabbit Series is one of the first series books I can recall reading – but then, that was so very long ago. Smiling~

I read them to Bailey today and he loves when I try my English accent.  I do a very nice job of muddling it very well – just imagine a North Carolina southern girl attempting an English accent and you will know what I mean.  His is actually better than mine and I can only do it while reading Peter Rabbit. Smiling again ~

Two aspects play a part of today’s post that are different but share a common thread in that I just finished reading a very small and short book; short in length only 40 pages and small in size approximately 5 x 7.  The cover itself is what originally drew me to purchase the book at our local library’s annual book sale.  In addition to the vintage looking mustard colored cover, okay it really is by rights vintage as it was published in 1981, is the fact that it contained written information of the personal life of Beatrix Potter; this marvelous lady who brought me my Peter Tales.

So yesterday I began reading Cousin Beatie – A Memory of Beatrix Potter by Ulla Hyde Parker and today I finished it.  Also today in the house while I worked it seemed so very quiet; rather than turn on a radio I opted to invite Hazel into the office for a spell.  She enjoys stretching her legs and exploring.  Women and our need for freedom from our cages.

Hazel hopped all around the vintage hardwood floors of my office until she had satisfied her curiosity.  I showed her where her basket was but again a woman thing, unless we decide we want something on our own, we don’t want it.  So she turned up her nose at the towel lined basket and hopped to the window almost upsetting two large framed pictures waiting to be hung.  I think she startled herself with the noise and decided, on her own, that the basket might be a good place to pop a squat after all.

I took the above picture as she contentedly slept with the sunbeams shining through the window.

So here’s to you Peter Rabbit, Beatrix Potter, Ulla Hyde Parker and of course Hazel my Holland Lop for making my day immensely pleasing.

Bless This Mess No. 2

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Lord,

O Lord!
That wretched, tousled, mongrel pup
has rooted all my pansies up.
The kids have scattered tinkertoys
from here to breakfast (wretched boys!).
The girls have left their beds unmade.
I feel that I have been betrayed.
Surely I deserve better than this!
 
Now they’ve all skittered off to school
and left the mess for me to attend to.
Drat them.
 
Bless them.
Muddleheaded kids – so like me that sometimes I can’t stand them.
Made in my own image – that’s for sure.
But made as surely, O Lord, in thine.
It is this, it is thee within them,
     to which I am so often blind.
     There is something worthy – eternal – within each one of them.
     Help me to see it, shining through.
     Help them to see it
     and recognize it
     and know it is of thee.
 

                              Amen.

Saints Alive No.1

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Saints Alive! the best in church humor

I found this book just waiting for me on my shelf and honestly have no idea how long I have had it.  It is a funny little yellow book by Jack Hamm, known for his Christian-themed artwork and editorial cartoons.  Besides the innocent humor, what I find very intriguing, as I do with each of my books, is that this particular book is old enough to 1) not have an ISBN and 2) have or have had a Library of Congress card catalog number. Love it!

Copyright, 1961 by Jack Hamm
Library of Congress Catalog 
Card Number 61-14904
Printed in the United States of America

Happy February!

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One of the best things about our modern-day calendars is that we have the opportunity to begin with a fresh start and a new bright outlook twelve times a year.  Just flip the page and voila, a clean slate just waiting for us.  Okay, January is gone, close that chapter, but today is February 1st and I was so happy to see Audrey’s new face waiting for me on the other side of January.

I have a feeling each of her 12 faces in my 2013 calendar will be equally beautiful as I have never seen a bad photo of Audrey Hepburn.

What’s on your docket for the month of the Ground Hog?  Remember to review your to-do lists and home project goals making any necessary modifications to shine a positive light on them.  Create some good mojo for your self esteem and being productive in whatever you choose is a natural high!

My February goals are to blog more, finish two undone household projects, stay on track with my Goodreads; reading for myself and with Bailey and to express a single act of kindness to someone, friend or foe, at least once per day.

What are you going to do in February?

What Happens When It Rains?

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This morning my little fellow Bailey awoke most excited remembering that yesterday when Grandmommie picked him up from school they made a special trip into the Family Dollar Store for a treat.

Bailey is the most easy to please child and not a bit bashful.  Older brother and sister were much more reserved in their childhood never, never asking anyone for anything as that might be rude; they waited to be asked first.  Not the case with Bailey open and honest is he.  His grandmothers have no worries of him ever wanting something, whether it be a doughnut or a toy, and not coming right out and asking for it.

A month or so ago Bailey took his money into the Family Dollar and purchased a small, orange,  plastic pop cap pistol from the toy isle.  Remember those? I do, we used to play with them all the time as children.  The pop-caps used to come in a roll that you fed through the toy but now they come on a plastic wheel with eight caps each.

On this most recent trip into the store Bailey knew he was out of pop-cap wheels and asked Grandmommie to purchase him another pack, and she did; maybe two I am not certain.  I know he went through one pack yesterday (160 pops!) and awoke this morning most friendly and eager, prepared himself for school with the morning routine and was ready to walk out the door before anyone else.  I noticed him going from room to room to room a little puzzled.

Finally he came to me and asked if I had seen his unopened pack of pop-caps.  I hadn’t so he continued on with his search, in and out, through each room, up the stairs and down the stairs.  At this point, I stop him and introduced him to a game called retracing your steps.  This is what you do when you have lost an item and have no idea where to find it.  We went through the steps of what he was doing the very last time he had them.  He wasn’t too sure he liked this game because it made him think way too early in the morning, but he cooperated and through those steps, one by one we found ourselves on the front porch stoop.

He looked around, no pop-caps, then his eyes beamed wide and he saw the edge of the cardboard and plastic pack wrapping lying on the ground.  He bound off the front steps to retrieved his lost treasure.

Here in the South we had extreme stormy weather last night.  Yes, you guessed it, rain to beat the band came down in droves filling every little hump and bump of the street with plopping raindrops and creating freshly made puddles.

And as little Bailey picked up his brand new pack of pop-caps off of the ground they dripped, a little.  He just looked at me and smiled and said, “It’s okay Mommy isn’t it? They will dry.” Sweetest fellow always looking for the positive in every situation; almost broke my heart to tell him that they really wouldn’t dry because once the red plastic wheel was dry, the meager amount of smokeless black-powder in each tiny cap would no longer “pop” as most of it had disintegrated with the rains.

Disappointment only crossed his face for an instant before he ran past me, back into the house, up the stairs and into his room.  A very short time later he came almost galloping back down the stairs with his own money curled up in his little fist.

In our short time on the stoop and our conversation about what happens when it rains on your brand new pop-cap wheels his precious mind had already processed his next steps.  Money in hand he said, “Hold this for me Mommy and after school we will buy another pack.”

So before the school bell rang this morning I had my first lesson of the day.  Be happy, be positive and look on the bright side of a rainy afternoon.  What happens when it rains?  My children never cease to amaze me with the complete and total wonderfulness of being a child!

What happens to you when it rains?

Bless This Mess No. 1

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Lord,

bless this mess.
Bless this Monday house-
breakfast dishes in the sink,
beds still unmade,
clutter of sandwich makings on the cabinet,
living room awry.
Bless this mess,
and me, as I proceed to tackle it.
 
Lord,
bless this mess.
Bless this Monday mind-
cluttered and cobwebby,
catch-all for outgrown opinions and ill-fitting prejudices,
it’s mental compartments not yet straightened out,
thought patterns that could do with a good airing.
Bless this mess
and me, as I proceed to tackle it.
 
A Monday house isn’t as bad as a Monday mind.
The house can wait.
But there are some thinking things that I need to attend to now.
I wish it could be done with mop and broom-
those tools I understand.
But thinking is hard, uncomfortable, unfamiliar.
And thinking is the only cleaning agent for a Monday mind.
Ah, so.
 
Lord, bless this day.
The mop and broom I can handle. I need thy help
with the cleansing of my mind.
 

                              Amen.

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Jo Carr & Imogene Sorley ~

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The category is Esteemed Authors; however, I had never heard of these two ladies, until I happened to spy a worn, red canvas-covered but not yet tattered book on one of my shelves.  It is a small book in comparison to its neighbors, but something about it caught my eye.

It is not uncommon for me to lose track of books.  When I am on a book hunt I could purchase several, ten to twenty, books at a time, bring them home, give them a glimpse through then put them on the shelf for later reading.

Sometimes when purchasing old books I do so because of the fear of never seeing them in print again.  In our age of technology with eReaders, eBooks, Kindles, iPads and other such devices I am truly afraid the actual written word, on actual paper will someday vanish.  I see our world in years to come as having libraries treated as museums much like the Smithsonian is today; with all real books behind either glass or lock and key.  Libraries could one day become as extinct as the Tyrannosaurus.

I also simply find pleasure in old books, the way they feel and the way they smell.  Some of the books in my house are more than 100 years old and I still read them.  Books make me happy and that is something we all need to have, personal happiness.

Such is the case with this little red book written by Jo Carr and Imogene Sorley, I pulled it from the shelf not remembering why I had purchased it or what was special about it.  If a book has a home on one of my many book shelves it is special to me for some reason, so I thought I would find out what it was about this book that intrigued me enough to purchase it.

I can tell you it is titled “Bless This Mess & Other Prayers” and it was co-written by the two above mentioned ladies.  It was their second collaboration while both were living in Lubbock Texas in the 1960′s.  Both had children to whom the book was dedicated which may be the initial reason I bought it, besides the fact that it was red canvas and old.  The little book was published in 1969 by Abingdon Press and is a book of personal prayers.  My copy of the book originated and first belonged to St. John’s United Methodist Church Library and lastly I know that Bettye Jo Crisler Carr was a female Methodist Pastor.

What I don’t know is which lady wrote which prayer unless their specific children’s names are in the respective prayer.  As their children’s names are on the dedication page I could match them that way.  With this said, I do not know if they collaborated on each individual poem or wrote separate poems as they pertained to the individual lady, and then compiled them together.

“Bless This Mess & Other Prayers” is unique in that I have never seen another copy, nor have I seen prayers written in such a matter of fact format as are these.   Maybe the second reason I purchased the book.

Prayer is a controversial issue in America today frowned upon in many circles by different individuals and groups as it relates to public prayer and the publicizing of prayer.  I truly believe in my own heart that one has to find their own way, their own beliefs, their own religious preferences and in their own time.  One can do this through a multitude of avenues; church, community, school (yes even school), pastors, television, books, etc., etc.

I do not condemn a person or group if individuals because they choose to pray or choose not to pray; whether they attend church or do not attend church or if they have a God or choose not to believe in a higher power.  What is important to me and my own personal beliefs is my own relationship with God and how I communicate with him.

Prayer and ones individual relationship with their Deity whether that Deity be known as: God, Jehovah, Ha Shem, Allah, Hari, Buddha, Ahura Mazda, Shang Di or one of many others worshiped in the world today, it is the individual’s own belief that constitutes their own relationship with their own God.  That relationship includes but is not solely their prayers and method of praying.

I found Carr’s and Sorley’s – poem like prayers – heartfelt and a little humorous but exactly what they were feeling at the time the prayers were written as it pertains to family and daily life.  I have trouble relating to or understanding a few but most of them I have enjoyed reading and can see how certain selected prayers in some way pertain to my own life as a christian, a mother, a wife, a friend and a world citizen.

During the next few weeks I will re-type a few of Carr’s and Sorley’s poems for you and let you be the judge as to whether you can see any relation between the words and your life today, 47 years after they were written.  Life in general and the world as a whole have changed a great deal in the last almost half a century but have they really changed that much?

As I post them I hope you will come back and read them and maybe give me your thoughts on how they pertain to you and yours.  Finally, I would like to express that the thoughts and beliefs inscribed above are completely my own thoughts and ideas not intended in anyway to offend any one religion or religious belief.

Tis But a Week ~

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I glanced at the calendar yesterday and to my surprise there was only one row left to go until we bring January to a close.  Through my mind jumped several undone items from one or another of my to-do lists and then it jumped ahead to February and what is waiting there.

I had to pull out my mental fishing pole and reel my mind back in place, back to January 23rd.  This month has gone by very quickly, but they always do.  We are so excited with a brand new year then we blink and the entire first month is gone, vanished never to be seen again.

We have plans, calendars and goals that we set on multiple levels large and small, business and personal.  When we let 1/12 of a year pass by we can sometimes become discouraged with what has been completed and what is yet to be accomplished.

If I have left overs from January that protrude into February then that will throw me behind for February and we see the entire year ahead as one big disappointment of never catching up.  It is all in how we look at the situation and how we perceive ourselves.   What we need is a short respite and a mental dose of therapy.

Now that we have taken a few breathers look back at all that you have accomplished in January, yes the big items and the small.  The small may be the most important. We often overlook the small and see them as inconsequential when they are actually the ants moving the mountain and pushing us forward.

For inspiration and to keep me on the right track I often visit my Australian friend Michele Connolly of Get Organized Wizard.  No, I do not personally know Michele but I feel as though I do.  She is the creator of what you see on her organizational website.  I have visited her site over the past few years and love the information she provides.  I find it motivational, informative and so helpful in my daily life when it has gone askew.

On her site I read a Jim Rohn quote that was exactly what I needed to turn my January blues upside down and into positive accomplished tasks.  Again, it is more in how we perceive ourselves than in what is checked off the list.  Obviously we have lists and goals for a reason, we are strong willed individuals with specific mindsets; we want or need to get things done!

What we need to remember is that we are not super heroes and while having stretch goals is important and gives us something to focus on through-out the year, it is a slow process.   Take one more look back at what you have accomplished in January and the lives you may have affected positively in any way.  Be proud of what you have done thus far, not disappointed in what’s been passed over.

Now look at the remaining tasks you have left and decide which are doable in the next week and those that need to be pushed out.  Rearranging our goals and tasks is absolutely okay.  By reviewing and analyzing our goals then inserting slight modifications to our lists we have just turned the negative feelings of self worth into positives.  We can begin February with smiles and gumption and tackle what lies ahead.

 Start from wherever you are and with whatever you’ve got.

Jim Rohn

Welcome to Bedrock ~

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Happy that today is Wednesday, it’s all down hill from here.  Wednesday is not only my middle of the week, it is the one day a week when I have to officially be seen in my office.  It actually throws the whole week out of sync just a bit as the other four days I am spoiled in working from my home office.

Telecommuting or working from a location other than your office building is a benefit offered by many companies today that is not only advantageous to the employee but very profitable for the employer as well.  The employee spends less time in traffic and on daily commutes allowing for more family or personal time.  There is also a savings on gasoline, vehicle maintenance and parking fees.  Fortune 500 companies especially allow this type of working environment because it enables them to allocate millions of dollars that would be spent on office space rental and phone lines to other resources. They also reap the rewards of employees working longer and harder in a home or remote office than they would in an actual assigned office building. Employees are more likely to log onto their computers earlier, not take lunch hours and continue working after the closing bell when working from home.

Over the years my friend and I have come to the conclusion that eight out of ten times it will rain on our Wednesday in the office.  Today however we were fortunate to only have cold.  I bundled up for the frigid cold morning walk from the parking lot to my building two blocks away and the weather didn’t disappoint as it was extremely cold, but a clear, crisp, clean cold that embraces you.  Driving in this morning, in the darkness it I actually enjoyed it.

Being at home so much of the work week gives Wednesdays a new meaning, you can get out of the house and feel human, actually converse in person and interact differently than just through emails and phone calls.  The objective after all isn’t to become a hermit but to allow flexibility with ones home-work life.

So once per week I head to Bedrock, land of the skyscrapers and concrete oceans all around.  It is a beautiful sight but grass and trees are scarce.  It absolutely helps me to appreciate when I am at home where I can hear the birds and dogs and open a window on warm afternoons.

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