Got a sweet forward from my friend, Heather. There were a lot of beautiful flowers in the email, which made me think of our backyard and all the B-I-G yard projects we have slotted on the ever growing "To do" list. Thinking of the backyard made me look out the window and I saw the sunlight and heard birds chirping and this....ALL this ...gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling of enjoyment.

In the email were a list of suggestions about taking life slower and fight for the deeper and true meanings in life. How about I just share the ones that seemed to hit me....

1. Separate worries from concerns. If a situation is a concern, find out what God would have you do and let go of the anxiety . If you can't do anything about a situation, forget it.
2. K.M.S. (Keep Mouth Shut).
3. Remember that the shortest bridge between despair and hope is often a good 'Thank you Jesus ....'
5. Remind yourself that you are not the general manager of the universe.
6 Every night before bed, think of one thing you're grateful for that you've never been grateful for before.

I want....

I can feel my heart today. I know that sounds strange and the description is lacking mainly because I am not sure I have appropriate words to describe the terrain of the heart, but I had a moment today where I was actually just listening to my insides and I could feel...wanting.

Sitting in Texture

Texture....

It the stuff that makes dimension and form unique. We experience texture every time we interact with our surroundings.

We experience it with all of our senses:

spicy Moroccan tastes, the subtle hint of orange essence in the chocolate sauce
soft leather, baby skin, old hands which have worked for a living
scratchy voices, soprano trills, the vibrato of the oboe
the difference between brocade and velvet, lime vs. forest green, grainy pictures, bright colors.





Maybe the chair theme is a subtle reminder that I have wanted to get nicer dining room chairs for 8 years. I have always had thrift store variety - which I actually like...as long as they are sturdy. Some of mine are not. I remember the time someones butt took out the whole back inset of a chair because they scooted up against it. AND there was the time that the chair just sort of crumbled because the support was gone.

I bought all of my chairs for $30.00 and have always wanted to recover them. I even have the material to do so, but I sort of figure why bother when they might look like the leaning tower of Pisa at any moment.





This chair says bubblegum ferns to me. I know...weird.


This chairs say...."Kids, don't get anywhere near that thing...if you even think about touching it or even looking at we are out of here"



These chairs say...come join the waltz. Like something you'd find in a Jane Eyre movie.

i wonder what it would be like to experience the textures of heaven?