tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73336887913049158022024-03-05T03:53:59.577-08:00Cranial PurgeA place to spill all the wandering thoughts that clog up my brain.nacherluverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009387005362252630noreply@blogger.comBlogger479125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333688791304915802.post-17074158088754532362014-02-17T14:56:00.001-08:002014-02-17T14:57:29.239-08:00Cat In Need<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Darling 10 y/o Daughter (creative genius that she is) decided to create an alley cat. Her normal style is cute, neat, and fancy. I'm not sure what inspired this little fella but she put a lot of time and detail into his existence. He was just getting his stripes when…</span></div>
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My mind is the vessel. My thoughts the marinade. Words forming, absorbing, turned and tenderized. Yesterday, a batch was ready. I poured them onto the page. Now I seek time to prepare and present them for consumption. </div>
nacherluverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009387005362252630noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333688791304915802.post-4234759080404175342013-09-30T05:41:00.001-07:002013-09-30T05:41:23.095-07:00Sitting<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_Q8EtHJcrfk67ab_joZzYQAIBYRoCAj6STanmkg8ViQiRbJALiY1IK0cehvbFi3WgrktS7_U-gzxyD4e8VJJV48IpNA577Gwel_ArhElDBN_4vx5SmdPhIVk6Cpz2LFnMIkQ0-UFvCDs/s640/blogger-image-1301589078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_Q8EtHJcrfk67ab_joZzYQAIBYRoCAj6STanmkg8ViQiRbJALiY1IK0cehvbFi3WgrktS7_U-gzxyD4e8VJJV48IpNA577Gwel_ArhElDBN_4vx5SmdPhIVk6Cpz2LFnMIkQ0-UFvCDs/s640/blogger-image-1301589078.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Self-reflection:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm in Florida. It was a planned trip that almost didn't happen (for me). Husband was called down on business. I was to tag along as spouses were invited to attend. Circumstances made it nearly impossible for me to go. Said circumstances took a turn for the better. My head took a little longer to catch up and feel safe about leaving. My heart longer yet as there is still a piece, a very large piece of my heart resting safely at home caring for the kids (along with their caregiver). Aside from leaving a part of my heart at home, this morning I feel amazingly content. Contentment is not a feeling I am accustomed to. It's not necessarily that I don't allow myself the luxury of contentment... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">...interesting. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"The luxury of contentment." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As soon as those words fell to the page, the flow of words stopped cold. An epiphany followed. A treasure has been unearthed. Contentment should not be considered a luxury. It should be a normal part of life. Not that life would ever be one contented path free of obstacles and issues, but surely times of contentment should be a part of everyones life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This foreign feeling is toying with me as my mind fights like a mini ninja to keep it from settling in too deep. '<i>I'm in my pajamas on the patio. Is that acceptable at a resort full of people? </i> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Thought process: No one is around. It's what I want to do at this moment. It's what I am accustomed to in my midwestern existence. It is what feels right for me. I will continue to sit here in my pajamas. <i style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">'</i><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "> I choose "yes". It is perfectly acceptable.</span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "> I </span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">will continue to contemplate contentment and allow the water in front of me to be a metaphor for this moment.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Calm, content reflection. <i>So that's what it feels like.</i> Mmmm...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>nacherluverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009387005362252630noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333688791304915802.post-41052014461974018112013-09-25T05:01:00.001-07:002013-09-25T05:01:28.729-07:00Tattered<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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pulled so thin<br />
life's been scattered<br />
emotional overload<br />
feeling tattered<br />
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stare at the sky<br />
sun on my face<br />
meditate in nature<br />
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finding time<br />
challenge proven<br />
feeling stress<br />
becoming unwoven<br />
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open mind for insight<br />
open heart for love<br />
ask for help<br />
receive love from above<br />
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wrapped in light<br />
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unwoven threads<br />
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nacherluverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009387005362252630noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333688791304915802.post-33171354144157468972013-09-23T04:15:00.001-07:002013-09-23T04:15:44.374-07:00No Comment<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhji7AigNvgU8jprwxIljmj_kfpINY1X7i_EsQydH2xvgIYM-7nVpicKEZ3LXf_e1LVbHZdQmHKgf3ZmHU8RbyrC00DPrTAB5NWnGAxsShbQwOdxFJNXAKMdueyYaslHtEGGkupdU6AH3MV/s640/blogger-image-525577215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhji7AigNvgU8jprwxIljmj_kfpINY1X7i_EsQydH2xvgIYM-7nVpicKEZ3LXf_e1LVbHZdQmHKgf3ZmHU8RbyrC00DPrTAB5NWnGAxsShbQwOdxFJNXAKMdueyYaslHtEGGkupdU6AH3MV/s640/blogger-image-525577215.jpg"></a></div>nacherluverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009387005362252630noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333688791304915802.post-81179254883362194712013-09-12T06:41:00.001-07:002013-09-13T08:48:32.636-07:00Kissing Him Made Me CryTime standing still tends to be a misnomer most of the time. Time flying is usually more accurate in this busy rush of a world. Caught up in the hustle and bustle, lost to the drama unfolding around my life, sometimes the only way to capture a really good moment is to steal it away.<div><br></div><div>Standing in the shower the other day, easing the bubbles out of my hair, my husband stepped into the room to ask me about a work related dilemma. Had we been in our honeymoon phase, wife plus shower would never equal work. Settled into monotony, my steamy abyss was reduced to another local to find the person of the house who deals with the problems.</div><div><br></div><div>The moment presented itself and I took it as my own. Answering the question with a solution, I proceeded to solve a dilemma of my own. I invited my man to join me in my steamy chamber. Stealing away moments have taught us how to act fast, fulfill need and desire promptly, before capture by phone, child or other such demanding responsibility. After our quick and steamy encounter, the moment hung around. No knock at the door disturbed us. No ring of the phone, nor demanding deadline on the brain. Nothing but... nothing. The gift to linger longer presented itself. I grabbed my lover's face and locked on deep and hard. </div><div><br></div><div>A feeling rose from my belly. Passion and pain mixed in a swirling sea of deep love and longing. Holding him close, his body warm, wet, strong and safe, I missed him dearly. Almost desperately. Realization overwhelmed me. How long had it been since we truly connected? Daily discussions are a given as are gentle touches as we pass each other by. His career allows him to work from home presenting the opportunity to be together every second of every day. But how long has it been since we were truly together? Heart and soul?</div><div><br></div><div>Holding our lip embrace I allowed the tears to flow followed by laughter at the insanity of it all. How dreadfully much I missed the man who is with me almost every moment of every day. One overwhelming lip-lock moment of love and longing, passionate lust and pain, striking deep down to my core. Emotion welled up and the water instantly washed it away. 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Hugs and kisses were the first order of the day as my children headed out the door for their first day back to school. No one in our household looks forward to back-to-school season. It is an enormous blessing to live in a household full of love, comfort, and safety where enjoyment of the family unit is top priority. It makes back-to-school time bitter sweet. There is much excitement about the new. New teachers, making new friends, a new year of opportunity for learning and growth. Not so much excitement is felt for waking early, boredom in the classroom, parting with the security and comfort of home. BTST is hard on mom too. Watching my loved ones head out the door into the big wide world.<br />
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nacherluverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009387005362252630noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333688791304915802.post-13974521931595301952013-08-29T05:32:00.002-07:002013-08-29T05:32:37.064-07:00As The Fog Lifted<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The sun fought hard against the dark as it always does and won just the same. Bright hot light burning through the fog, lifting it now well above the trees. Everything becoming clearer, warmer, sweeter somehow. Flowers stretching and dropping their dew, bees buzzing, bringing to life their low humming tone.<br />
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I created the above image for my mother who struggles with chronic negativity. It prints perfectly on 4x6 index cards. I am gifting my mother with a small stack of printed cards to place around her house as reminders with the hope that she is willing to embrace the challenge of working to change her thoughts, thus allowing her life to follow suit. I printed out a few for myself as well. I am hoping I succeeded in posting the image above in a format you (dear reader) will be able to save and print in the event you would like a reminder as well. (<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">I chose the colors according to the intended recipient's decor.)</span></i></div>
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nacherluverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009387005362252630noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333688791304915802.post-74581725742544310702013-08-21T06:45:00.001-07:002013-08-21T06:45:17.380-07:00Morning Routine<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7TWLWBd-vHfZTQhLGAyR0MjM3UFjhrGEPqddRazrmEYjt_bL5LubBdctKN2j5qIDfCAWWY4NU6O65d3bj5KSzQfaYFuZ4mdw4r64ndXFZLTPRKbUgMxyCmjoWwM61_y9XEInd3Rypfy62/s640/blogger-image--2067299324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7TWLWBd-vHfZTQhLGAyR0MjM3UFjhrGEPqddRazrmEYjt_bL5LubBdctKN2j5qIDfCAWWY4NU6O65d3bj5KSzQfaYFuZ4mdw4r64ndXFZLTPRKbUgMxyCmjoWwM61_y9XEInd3Rypfy62/s640/blogger-image--2067299324.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJfdbObv1vhgf77x6zG9ERb_sLo1tFwSPjbg3EoXfQTl-JyLlWSZHM-UgmY2kP-Gh3aF1JuUO0ZVzdZjfW-dR_ugpaRHyZ7DA9fYbpWGJGQa9xF45s-teKznto7FvwnkmzzOrUJqg0gRb/s640/blogger-image--1387192184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJfdbObv1vhgf77x6zG9ERb_sLo1tFwSPjbg3EoXfQTl-JyLlWSZHM-UgmY2kP-Gh3aF1JuUO0ZVzdZjfW-dR_ugpaRHyZ7DA9fYbpWGJGQa9xF45s-teKznto7FvwnkmzzOrUJqg0gRb/s640/blogger-image--1387192184.jpg"></a></div>nacherluverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009387005362252630noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333688791304915802.post-57117450076136126542013-08-17T10:38:00.001-07:002013-08-17T10:38:16.946-07:00I am<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaR6mOM_v-4sgQSSHVTO8Vt8pYTfCJeTF9-xzIQXTbgjModTzbXe3LeNHYPEsUeAHvDhD9pFI2or2eyBdpyWPYBkjJsk4s3zsAoesxpDf8B0BE9nwkqnKjUFIWAMh5sSX_NBa1wdV3-ujG/s640/blogger-image--663235446.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaR6mOM_v-4sgQSSHVTO8Vt8pYTfCJeTF9-xzIQXTbgjModTzbXe3LeNHYPEsUeAHvDhD9pFI2or2eyBdpyWPYBkjJsk4s3zsAoesxpDf8B0BE9nwkqnKjUFIWAMh5sSX_NBa1wdV3-ujG/s640/blogger-image--663235446.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I am...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">rethinking</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">regenerating</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">regrouping</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">realizing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">recognizing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">readying myself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I am a butterfly with angel dust on my wings. I am praying and protected. I am learning to look through the smoke. Directly at the fire. I spread and flap and hold my breath as I beat my wings and get stronger and stronger until I rise over that fire leaving all the dust and filth and ash behind. Until all I see ahead of me are blue skies and fields of wildflowers. As I uncurl my legs I release all that I hold dear and watch it frolicking free. Carried to safety. By me. My strength. Strength. Gained from God. From all that is good.</div>nacherluverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009387005362252630noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333688791304915802.post-66571981788732638022013-08-15T12:16:00.002-07:002013-08-15T12:16:16.676-07:00Grow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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nacherluverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009387005362252630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333688791304915802.post-7447980551945107932013-08-02T08:50:00.001-07:002013-08-02T08:50:07.349-07:00Anew<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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nacherluverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009387005362252630noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333688791304915802.post-84626893120142787602013-07-19T10:59:00.001-07:002013-07-19T12:26:32.880-07:00Wisdom<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My husband and I took the kids to the zoo this past Monday. A much needed and deserved day of enjoyment and family time.<br />
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As we wandered the zoo looking at animal after beautiful animal, absorbing all the educational facts our minds could hold on a hot humid day, I fell in love over and over again. So many beautiful and fascinating creatures live on this planet. My inner child surfaced and wished the age old wish to be able to talk to the animals. I would love to be able to connect with them and understand what they are thinking and feeling, especially the elephants.<br />
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To see the world through the eyes of an elephant. Wouldn't that be fascinating? The history they must hold! I wonder if they tell stories to their young, passing knowledge from generation to generation.<br />
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Perhaps my love for the elephant is in direct relation to my love for grand old trees. Think of the similarities. Their color, texture, massive size, longevity, noble stature. Both are seen as wise old sages. I wonder if the wrinkles on elephants read like the lines in the trunks of trees, giving glimpses into their history. (Wonder. Another component to wisdom, as one feeds the other)<br />
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Wisdom is not something that can be rushed. One must slow down and learn with intent in order to gain wisdom. One must take the time to care about the knowledge that presents itself. Perhaps that is why the elephant and the tree are both representatives of wisdom. They are both noble slow/still beings that seem to absorb the stories of that which surround them. Wisdom through observation and osmosis.<br />
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nacherluverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009387005362252630noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333688791304915802.post-66843496385490788612013-07-12T19:20:00.001-07:002013-07-12T19:20:42.865-07:00PossibilityI adore old keys. Growing up in ancient houses probably helped spark my adoration of keys as I remember the skeleton keys that went to our locks. Holding one in my hand today is a flashback to the past. A piece of key shaped childhood. Of freedom and fun, play and carefree days.<div><br></div><div>Antique keys hold so much mystery. They unlock the imagination. Who did they belong to? What secrets did they lock safely away? They represent security.</div><div><br></div><div>I was gifted a handful of keys (pic taken via iPad) recently from a lovely friend. I have great hope for their use as the possibilities are endless. I imagine using them in photographs, encaustic art, making a mobile or windchime, something loving and artsy. Instead, they end up hidden away in a drawer. Treasures of their own, ironically locked away for safe keeping, their potential lying stagnant as I cannot bare to part with them. Perhaps it was growing up poor that causes me to hang onto treasure as when I open the drawer that holds my collection, I feel like the richest girl on the block. That alone makes them worth their weight.</div><div><br></div><div>Still, it saddens me, this inability to use them. I fear not doing them justice. Not having an art piece turn out good enough. Not having the pictures successfully represent their beauty. It is the "not good enough" part that causes me to keep them locked away. "Not good enough" is not good enough for me anymore.</div><div><br></div><div>What a cathartic post! I wasn't expecting it to end this way! What an epiphany! I think I'll take my key collection and proudly display them in a bowl where I will pass them regularly and they can whisper to me and spark my creativity. 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"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Story inspired by writing prompt at Stampington.com</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Appologies ahead as I do not know how to link up to the exact web page as I am working on my iPad (my computer is in the shop).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTybYfakfNqJYj4XXfmfGGqIOSCt3FvHt9bpyi4wR17cM1oEmDs72fto7WjdR93izYEdqgCS5Q1mA6wjgcrVEP0MrcaQRckFSdEugxDS7YBCNKJGzzD00R8ftr6PDGJ9amSDt981gVvBhp/s640/blogger-image-2020974025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTybYfakfNqJYj4XXfmfGGqIOSCt3FvHt9bpyi4wR17cM1oEmDs72fto7WjdR93izYEdqgCS5Q1mA6wjgcrVEP0MrcaQRckFSdEugxDS7YBCNKJGzzD00R8ftr6PDGJ9amSDt981gVvBhp/s640/blogger-image-2020974025.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;clear: both; 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Jenkins featured in <i style="margin: 0px; ">Life Images</i> 2008</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Well good morning Sunshine!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Hi Mommy"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Where are you off to so bright and early?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I'm going to the bay. There's a ship waiting for me. It's going to take me to a far away land where the magic lives."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Oh my! A magical land. Sounds perfect. I see you wore your favorite sweater."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Sometimes it gets cold in Adelia."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Adelia, huh? Did you remember your toothbrush?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"You don't need toothbrushes in Adelia, Mommy! The toothfairy lives there and she has all her helpers clean the kids' teeth."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Well isn't that convenient! So, if you're wearing your favorite sweater, and you don't need to pack your toothbrush, what's in the bag?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Books."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Books?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Yup. Books. And my paint. And paper. And a paintbrush. That's all you need in Adelia. Books and paints."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Hmmm... that doesn't sound like much. What will you eat? Where will you sleep? What will you wear if your sweater gets too hot?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"That's easy. It's all in the books. Books are magical in Adelia. They come to life. You just read them and they come true."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"So if you get hungry, you can just read 'Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs'?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Yup"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"And if you get hot, you can read a book on winter to bring back the cold?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Or a book on princess clothes so I can wear a fancy gown!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Oh listen to you giggle! I think you're on to something good!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Yeah, Adelia is good. It's all good. I only brought good books too."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"So why the paints?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Just in case."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"In case of what?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"In case I don't have the book I need... or if I miss you while I'm there."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"What happens if you don't have the right book, or if you miss me?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"If I get scared, I can paint a blanket to keep me safe. And if I miss you, I will paint you and then you will be there with me."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"So everything you read <i>and</i> everything you paint becomes real in Adelia?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Yup."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Wow. That does sound like a magical place. I sure would like to visit a place like that some day."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"You wanna go with me?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I would love to go with you Honey, but Mommy has work to do around here."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Silly Mommy! Time stands still in Adelia. You can come with me and when we get back, all your work will still be right here waiting for you!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"In that case, I would love to go with you."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Taking her mother's hand, "Mommy? Why are you wiping your eyes?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Because my love for you is overflowing, my wise little princess. You opened my eyes so wide, the love leaked right out."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I love you Mommy."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I love you too Sweet Girl."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>nacherluverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009387005362252630noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333688791304915802.post-51909904611952353412013-06-06T07:09:00.001-07:002013-06-06T07:32:00.070-07:00Childlike Wonder<div><br></div><div><br></div><div> I purchased some clay marbles at a flea market last month. I couldn't help myself. It was wonderment at first sight. Years of play (they are from the Civil War era) has left them with such a beautiful patina. The earthen colors drew me in. </div><div> Holding them in my hands transported my imagination through time at the possibilities of ownership. Black and white images of children crowding around the ground, bent at the waist, some squatting to get a better view, watching, waiting for the shooter to act. <i>Crack!</i> The marbles slam into one another and the children stand and jump, arms in the air, hooting and hollaring. Their neighborhood marble champ has done it again!</div><div> Perhaps they have seen harder times as well. A soldier filling his pockets with the cold, orbital love notes. A gift from his sweetheart as he heads off to war. She knew they were a favorite game of his and she wanted him to have something with him that would make him smile, a good luck trinket he could rub if he were scared or lonely. Perhaps pull out for a game or two if given a chance.</div><div> A grandpa passing his beloved marbles down to his great-grandson proclaiming "I only had a few toys when I was your age. Money was scarce. We made do with our imaginations. But these." He looked longingly into the past, his smile growing youthful with the memory, "These were my treasure. Out of the few toys I had, my marbles were my favorite. I won quite a bit of money playing marbles! I was the town champ!"</div><div> Clay pulled from the earth, formed, glazed, fired. Through the years filled with memory. Worn away from hands of play. Kept in pockets, bags, drawers. Traveling around from owner to owner. Where did they come from? What stories do they have to tell? If you tracked them back to the ground from which they came, what would the earth say? Would it sigh a story of their birth?</div><div> There is something magical about old toys. Made with earthen elements. Wood, clay, metal. Holding amazing energy. All you have to do is hold them, close your eyes, and listen. 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Here I am, sitting on my couch, minding my business, listening to an online class, when.... "Youch!" <div> I reach to the back of my thigh and feel a tiny little beetle like bug. It instantly squashed. No bigger than the head of a pin and completely foreign to me. Now my leg itches and my mind itches right along with it. "What kind of freakin' bug is THAT? Gross! I've never seen one of those."<div><div> Gross. I don't like being bitten by a foreign bug I know nothing about. I would rather be bit by a mosquito. At least I am familiar with them. It's like the difference between taking a lick of your kid's ice cream cone and that of a complete stranger kid's cone. Don't know who they are, don't want a lick!</div><div> Yeah. My mind works like that. Strange? Perhaps. But don't judge unless you're willing to dump some of the crazy that runs through your mind! ha ha ha ha</div><div><br></div></div></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>nacherluverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009387005362252630noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333688791304915802.post-23302937590156762542013-05-29T06:46:00.001-07:002013-05-29T06:46:51.965-07:00Laugh A Little<div><br></div>Does this cat make my butt look big? <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-C0QxLq8djsi2NIPdYTG2hXFztqZ2E0Nug5I-0InIoQ9qqGEDQtnmWep8A_LJWRROVjOJkodR38EIqrHNecJ4xM7FAEgZI-rSrtcT9b8XiHzOWyhOxYjwgRQXpIR0MMW-uH6myqh4y_fa/s640/blogger-image--1882842716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-C0QxLq8djsi2NIPdYTG2hXFztqZ2E0Nug5I-0InIoQ9qqGEDQtnmWep8A_LJWRROVjOJkodR38EIqrHNecJ4xM7FAEgZI-rSrtcT9b8XiHzOWyhOxYjwgRQXpIR0MMW-uH6myqh4y_fa/s640/blogger-image--1882842716.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Avoiding. I have been avoiding lately. Avoiding a very important writing project that requires time, patience, heart, soul and me. I know it is going to consume me and challenge me and change me. I know I need to write it for me. </div><div><br></div><div>I tend to put myself last. It's easy to focus on other people when your house is full of them. When they all head out the door for the day I am left with a house that needs attention so I put the house first. </div><div><br></div><div>When the house sits silent and undemanding, I can hear the paper calling. I saddle up with pen in hand. The ink hits the page and the truth spills out. Sometimes it feels overwhelming. Scary. So I humor myself.</div>nacherluverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009387005362252630noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333688791304915802.post-77276982802191085742013-05-24T09:01:00.001-07:002013-05-24T09:40:35.482-07:00Lately<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I haven't been writing in this space lately. For a long time I couldn't figure out the reason why. A <strike>million</strike> lot of different thoughts came to mind. I'm too busy. I'm not feeling inspired. I don't have anything to say. I have too much to say. Nobody wants to hear what I have to say. My studio flooded, my camera broke and my computer died. That leaves me with no artwork, no pictures, and no computer to work from, as well as a head full of cluttered words<br>
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Today, I am feeling inspired. I'm busy, but making time. I have a lot to say and if you want to read it you can, if not, that's okay too. My studio is still in shambles, and my computer needs fixing but I have this little iPad and it does have a lot of capabilities including a camera (albeit not the greatest).<br>
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Today I dive back into my page. Into my purge. <span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">I have stifled myself for long enough. It's time t</span>o dump the load that sits in my brain. Unclog the mess that's been blocking my flow. I miss this space!</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br>Blogging from a mobile device is new to me. I'm not sure how it works. I might make mistakes. Look like a fool. No matter. No more excuses. No more waiting around for perfection. I will live my life as it is and be thankful for what I have.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The flowers pictured here (which I cannot figure out how to center on the page... I digress...) are very special to me. My husband and I were entering the parking-lot of Farm & Fleet (a farm store with so much more!) when I spotted this little daisy plant growing between the curb and the blacktop lot. I knew it was destined for instant death from traffic or weed killer. The nature lover that I am, I had to save it! </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"Honey! Look at that beautiful flower! It's going to DIE THERE!!!"</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">For those of you that don't know me in person, yes, I am THAT dramatic.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"We have to do something! We have to save it! It is a survivor! Living out of that tiny crack in that barren parking-lot. How did it get there? How did it make it this far without proper care and a healthy, safe, nurturing environment?"</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Oh Mother Nature, you are Good!!!!! You teach me about myself all the time with your wild and beautiful ways. (As I type this I am relating to the flower. Never realized that before.)</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">At any rate, my husband knows my passion for the natural world, knows my heart is ten times too big for my own good, knows I cannot help my desperation to save as helping to save others helps save me.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">He parked the car, pulled the plant and handed it to me with a smile. </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I took it home, planted it next to my front door and watched. She was a tiny little thing, about six inches high with a few little flowers. She struggled to accept her sudden change. She appeared to wither but hung on, small, still, willing. I watered her, talked to her, loved her. She overwintered without a trace. This spring? She showed up huge, beautiful and full of grace! Just look at her now!</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br>
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<span style="font-size: large;">During our recent trip to Florida I came down with bronchitis and was quite sick. </span><span style="font-size: large;">I plugged along like a trooper as to not wreck the fun of the rest of the family. </span><span style="font-size: large;">At one of our gas stops my kids left the van to stretch. They found little flowers and greens peeking out of the cracks of the concrete. They picked the little bits and presented me with a tiny bouquet. </span><span style="font-size: large;">They had noticed my suffering and wanted me to feel better. Such a small gesture that filled my heart and stretched a smile across my face. Love is the best medicine.</span></div>
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nacherluverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08009387005362252630noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333688791304915802.post-16873957096945687432013-04-22T05:56:00.001-07:002013-04-22T05:56:48.025-07:00Trying<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have been trying to post for some time. I miss this space. It has proven quite hard to find the quiet time and peace of mind to delve into writing lately. Here is a short list of reasons why<br />
1. a week of bronchitis followed by a week of a wicked virus<br />
2. root canal turned jaw infection cured by second antibiotic<br />
3. threw out my lower back making daily chores feel like daily nightmares and setting me further behind<br />
4. a week of bad news around the country bombarding me while I fought flood waters in my basement<br />
5. three kids home sick today (praying I am spared this go-round)<br />
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I have quite a few posts in the draft stage. The 'writing zone' has eluded me lately. When a quiet moment presents itself, I have been inclined to grab a mug of something warm and dive into a book, if only for a moment. Temporary escape at its finest.<br />
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