I Want To Be More Than Just Me

I Want To Be More Than Just Me

I want to be a writer. I believe I would be a good one. Distractions come my way.  Ideas that are deposited in me are snuffed out. My memory fails  so I don’t remember the snippets that would make for a great story. My recorder is forgotten and the creative flow is dammed up. No matter what tries to stop me I will put words on paper until I accomplish what I set out to do.

I want to be an artist. My paintings are beautiful. Many have said so. Full of color and life that draws you in to become a part of the community. Then appears an old nemesis fear slithering in with the same old plan to steal, kill and destroy. For some strange reason I succumb to those old outdated tricks. All my creativity comes to a halt. I’m shut down and can’t deliver. I’m telling that voice to shut up and I’m arming myself with my paint brush, paint and canvas and going to war.

I want to be a musician. Music was built in me before I was born. It’s always playing in my ear. Sometimes songs I’ve heard. Other times songs that are being birthed. There are also personal songs that are between me and my Lord. When music starts dancing fills in my feet. Melodies circle me. How do I capture them and express them? I lift my voice and sing. I’ll dance with the broom while sweeping my floors. I’ll be the best pianist that ever tickled the ivory keys.

My goal is to conquer the fleeting moments of creativity and let the masterpieces flow from my being. I will express the ideas that come forth from the Throne room at the time they are to be released. I believe I can and I will.

I want to be more than just me. This is me!

Is there anything that is preventing the creativity in you from coming forth?

A Hidden Gem

Today I finally found a hidden gem. That gem is a farmer’s market not too far from where I live. I must admit I passed it four months ago but I forgot all about it until I passed it today.

I headed back after going home to change my clothes . I was amazed at how many people were there selling their products-it was a variety. There were also plenty of people shopping. 

There was a rancher that sells grass fed beef and one that sells pasture raised chicken. That’s my kind of meat. The vegetables and fruit were grown on nearby farms. The strawberries were singing a song with their aroma penetrating the atmosphere everywhere I walked. I don’t remember the last time I smelled strawberries like that.

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I was so excited I was at an outdoor market with fresh picked fruit and vegetables that I couldn’t stop myself from buying, buying, buying. I can’t wait to cook the green beans and sweet potatoes I bought. That right there is a meal in itself-I don’t need any meat.

I’m thankful that after searching with no success I’ve finally found what I’ve been looking for. I will indeed be partaking in that adventure again. So I will be taking that route home from Sunday service from now on. I’ll put some comfy shoes in the car to change into.

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Shopping a farmer’s market is the way to go if there is one (or more) near where you live.

I Wish

There are times in our lives that we have no clue where we are or where we are going. Some times we are transitioning out of an old season into a new season of our lives. We don’t know what that is going to look like or feel like. We just don’t know what to expect. Yet somehow we get on the right path, anxiety wanes and our confidence returns.

Today I happen to know my destination for this weekend. I don’t know how to get there but I’m riding with friends that do. I know my purpose for going but don’t know the end results. I do know what I’d like them to be. So although I don’t have all the answers to my inner questions for this weekend I’ve decided I’m just going to have fun and enjoy hanging out with my friends. So bowling tournament here I come.

 

I wish I knew where I was going

I can’t remember where I’ve been 

I know it’s been a long long journey

But can’t tell the beginning from the end

Will I ever get to where I’m going

Will it be like what I see in my head

A timeless journey where love abounds

Love has no beginning or end

I wish I knew how things would go

To know the steps that I will take

To get to the end where I’m going

From the place I will begin

 

What’s Going On

Today I went to the Post Office to purchase postage stamps. As always I was asked which stamps I wanted. I looked at the samples and was surprised to see one of my favorite entertainers from times past-Marvin Gaye.

I remember not too long before his life was taken I won tickets to see him in concert through a radio station give away. My seats were wonderful. There were seats in front of me blocking my view. I could actually see what was going on. He gave an awesome performance that evening. It was a real treat for me.

Missions and a Moment

I awakened this morning with many thoughts flooding my mind of missions to accomplish today. My first mission was to shampoo and condition my hair. Done. I can check that task off my missions list.

My next mission was to make a cup of Espresso to sip while waiting for the time to rinse the conditioner out. Some days the Espresso is delicious but some days it’s horrid. Today it was—you guessed it—horrid. The Espresso and I parted company.

I was beckoned to spend time on my patio. The bright shining sun met me as I stepped out the door and hugged me like a long-lost friend delivering me a present of Vitamin D. The pleasant breeze gently swirled joyfully around me.

Flowers gently brushed with kisses. Trees flow to the tune of an unheard melody. I can see the dance but can’t hear the song. It must not be for me.

Birds chirped and soared on the wind. Beautiful butterflies gently sip the sweet nectar of the flower garden. Dead leaves disconnected from the stately tree as they float haphazardly to their final resting place. Planes cross the skies—some starting and some ending their journey.

Empty bird feeders swayed to the rhythm of the breeze. Why are you hanging empty? Is there not a cause you hang for? You’re waiting, I know for your next assignment of course—to be filled and give out once more.

Moving onward to accomplish my next mission.

 

 

Easter Past

As I was driving home today, the calm peaceful atmosphere took me back to Easter when I was a child.

I remember we would spend the afternoon with Mr. and Mrs. Pickles, friends of my mother enjoying an afternoon ride.

We spent the morning celebrating Easter at church performing in the Easter play we practiced for many days.

After having an Easter parade through the neighborhood with our friends, we ate the delicious dinner my mother made and then we were ready for our Sunday drive.

We lived in a small town bordering to different states-Kentucky and West Virginia. That day we travelled country roads and little towns until we were at the state line to West Virginia. We went back on different country roads and little towns. Mr. Pickles knew a lot of ways to get around.

The weather was pleasantly warm and breezy. The trees and beautiful flowers were in full bloom. There was excitement in the calmness of the atmosphere. That was exactly what I felt today driving home.

Did today bring back any childhood Easter memories for you?

Greeting Cards My Way

After looking high and low for instructions to make my ow greeting cards for beginners I decided to move forward with the attitude what will be, will be.

Considering this is my first try at creating greeting cards I didn’t want to invest a lot of money on materials until I see if I’m cut out for this endeavor.

When I decided to try this I didn’t have a plan so I purchased a few items that would create a cute card for my sister for her birthday. I couldn’t stop at one so I created two.

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The above card is my first creation. Not bad for first try.

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This card is my second attempt. It’s a fun simple card.

I enjoyed creating the cards. Now I’d like to try my hand at a card with a little more detail.