Monday, April 21, 2014

Tying Love Around My Heart


The weather men say warm temps are finally on the way.
We smile at the prediction.
And God blesses us with a warm, sunny Easter weekend
filled with friends, family, and flowers.

A trip to the city to celebrate my mother's 81st birthday ~
unaware....or aware...it was a special day for her.
My dad wanted us to gather as a family,
and we did.
Seven of us ~ husband, wife, brother, sister, nephew, and niece ~
embracing love in the room. 

Bittersweet smiles.
Quiet laughter.
Warm hugs.
Kisses land on soft, wrinkled cheeks.


 







I tie that love in a bow around my heart during the next day
as I travel to the garden center.
Reveling in the warm springtime air blowing my hair in my face.
"When peace like a river...." weaving softly out of the radio.

 Closing my eyes in the midst of the sweet, earthy fragrance of watered soil
and blooming flowers...
I stand in the middle of the greenhouse.
Inhaling deeply.
Smiling.
Joy.




Sinking hands deep into the warm soil.
Dark chocolate cake between my fingers.
Petals soft in my hands.
Warm breeze cooling a sweating brow.










As my hands cup young flowers,
my mind wanders to the mature gardens of last summer.
My heart waits.
Anxious.
Ready to clip and carry armfuls of peonies and roses inside once again...


June 2013


Ready to settle a tired, happy, body on the front porch swing.


Our front porch featured this month in the premier issue of Flea Market Outdoor magazine.

Photo credit: Mark Lohman


Maintaining my grateful gaze on God.
Tying more love around my heart,
and thanking him for sweet spring weather. 



~  Eucharisteo  ~


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Sunday, April 13, 2014

Cultivating Moments





Her words crushed.
Cruel.
Stinging.
Hitting hard and sinking deep.
Stealing joy.

Breathing in surprise,
I exhale unwanted anger.

Staring at blurred letters.
Hurt.
Saddened. 
Misunderstood.

"Strike back," Blackness screamed, demanded.

I instinctively wanted to.

"Turn inward," Soul whispered gently.

I reluctantly balked.

This world.
So hard and rough.
I wanted no more of it's darkness and biting ways.
No more of it's beating me down.




I said, "I can not figure things out."
God whispered, "I will direct your steps."

I said, "I can not manage."
God whispered, "I will supply all your needs."

I said, "I am frustrated."
God whispered, "Cast all your cares on ME."

He humbles me.


Quote from book by Rachel Ashwell


Breathing.
Resting in faith.
Relaxing in His Presence.

My heart moves toward Him,
in sync with His steps,
 embracing His love.




"What if the art we make – whether the work of our hands, the words of our mouth, the simple movement towards others in our ordinary days – 
what if these are the ways Jesus wants to show Himself to a weary world?
 
What if the art we make and live is a daily grace God has in mind for someone else?
And our way of living art is one of the million little ways God wants to show himself in the world?"
~ author unknown


No thinking.
No wondering.
No imagining.
No obsessing.
No apologies for being me.
I will make art
and live gracefully.
Not asking for nor expecting recognition or praise.
Shutting out the loudness of the world.
Inviting in the quietness of the Holy Spirit.




My heart...and my blog...will continue to be a garden where faith is grown.
A place to continue to cultivate friendships.
A place to gather words...

and to spread His Word.



East garden 2013


"You are exactly where you are supposed to be.
If you are happy...revel in it.
Appreciate the moment.
If you are unhappy...take note.
Try to figure out what you are supposed to be learning from this moment.
For each and every moment woven together over time
is your life.
Each moment matters.
Each moment has something beautiful to teach us."
~ Simple Daisy







~ Eucharisteo ~




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