SPIRIT WORLD ALIVE N KICKIN AT 822

I never knew about orbs until we took a trip to New Orleans which btw was one of the most fun trips I've ever been on.  Of course the entire city is founded on a spectacular and colorful history that very much includes the spirit world.  Many of the photos our friends took did have these orbs in them and we just laughed it off.  I would imagine there is some logical and scientific explanation of orbs, but what if....????....just what if???

The Bible tells about the spirit world and us being surrounded by angels and demons.  There are many versus that are literal about this.

"The angel of the Lord, who encamps with them, delivers all who fear God." Psalms 34:8  "For God commands the angels to guard you in all your ways.
With their hands they shall support you,
lest you strike your foot against a stone." Psalms 91:11-12

These photos were taken on Thanksgiving Day 2010..just to take photos of the house at night.

I was very surprised to see these circles of light.  Dust?  Spirit kisses?

You decide.  I already have!

And for the record, I uploaded 3 photos...all 3 loaded..but only 2 are here...and I am

NOT.KIDDING.

Colossians 1:16 For by him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by him and for him.

LUKSI

Today is Turtle Surprise Day.

Luksi is the Choctaw word for Turtle.  Each family or clan chooses a creature that becomes "who" they are and is passed down from generation to generation...much like a last name.

Our clan is the turtle clan.  My entire Choctaw family is and always will be the turtle clan.

My sister obtained her Indian name this summer and she is "Turtle Mother".

Because of this, one of the rooms in my new/old house will be the nature room.  I know it's kookie but you shouldn't expect any less than I would name all my rooms.

A while back, I made some ebay purchases that included an empty turtle shell, a book about turtles, a vintage turtle print that will all be in this new/old room.  These are to go with a few other turtle items I've collected before.

What's strange is that in today's mail...I got all of these...and a nice surprise is this year's Christmas ornament from our chief is a turtle.

The ornament says--"The seemingly plodding turtle, thriving now, as it has for millions of years.  Its home integrated within its body has many lessons to teach us.  Among these teachings are: persistance, patience, protection, self-sufficiency, and oh yay...long life."  (I put in the yay part)

Man I really really like these kind of cool surprises

WE GATHER TOGETHER

Said the marigold to the summer
"I am thankful for the sun"

Said the carrot to the earth
"I am thankful for your warmth"

Said the frozen rain to the sky
"I am thankful you let me fall"

Said the twigs to the tree
"I am thankful you need me no longer"

Said the snow to Betty and B
"I am thankful you want to build me"

THERE'S MORE THAN ONE WAY

to skin a cat and knock out a wall.

and for the record, no cats here have been skinned, but walls have and will continue to be

bowled!

STRIKE!

DOOR BUDGET REVISITED

Somebody...not me

is about to blow the door budget.

THIS LITTLE LIGHT OF MINE

EMBRACE THE GRACE


Van Gogh said it best...


On Saturday morning, as I crawled out of bed,I thought of the challenges that lay before me. I thought of the end and a new beginning and I lit a candle. I kneeled down beside my bed and simply bowed my head. And although I am not Catholic, I prayed for the strength that a flame can bring. I prayed for healing and forgiveness and peace. I prayed that God would guide, protect and mend a broken heart. I prayed. At some point, my mother reminded me: Do not blow out the candle. Let its flame burn until it can burn no more. And so I have. Tonight, in its last hours I am reminded. Sometimes you are surrounded by such darkness that light seems unimaginable. Sometimes the flame is so waning and weak you forget its presence. You walk away from it, neglect its luster, because it seems too small. But there are times, in this life, things burn so brightly you are blinded. The smile of another, the laugh of a child, the love of a friend. The smell of garlic or a glass of wine. Most times, if we really see, light is all around us. We are surrounded by a swirl of light and life and love.


This light makes me thankful for each and every moment. For times lost, for things unsaid and for a brand new dawn.


THIS LITTLE LIGHT OF MINE. I'M.GOING.TO.LET.IT.SHINE.




I HEART GALVESTON
Last night I text messaged my mom and told her "one year ago you were here when I needed you most."
She wrote me back "I will ALWAYS be here for you."
I can't imagine that in 32 years I will still have these struggles with my children. That I will still have to fear a quivering voice on the other end of the phone.

Van Gogh said—“It takes the shadows to bring forth the light”.

I am including excerpts from two blogs, two hearts, two souls who have taught me so much about being a mother, a friend, and a live-er of this great big thing called “life.”

When I saw said candle in front of my computer that morning I wondered why it had been moved there. After reading Embrace the Grace…I knew. The burned out candle made me sad because I knew what it represented. But reading the blog made me feel better. Her sadness was bearable because it was something she was able to treasure even though it was painful.

As a mother, we are only as a happy as our saddest child. As a person older and wiser, we realize that all the sad moments are really the catalyst that make the happy ones happy. Without the contrast we would have nothing to strive toward.

And I also recently realized that because your little girl is 30, her hurts and sorrows are not something that belong to her…oh no…they belong to you perhaps even more. The sorrows are bittersweet as you watch her grow beyond them and the happy moments are victories more powerful than any of your own.

As I sing “this little light of mine” to my precious little grand daughter…it makes me so proud to know the words were a seed when I sang them to her mother…and from my grandmother to me.

Life is a garden…some flowers grow in the shade…some grow in the light.

That Van Gogh…he really got it!

MACH 10 WITH MY HAIR ON FIRE

Conan...I am right there with ya buddy.

People to meet, places to go, stuff to do!

Garage shelves to dust and paint.

Paladium windows to putty and sand.

Decisions to make and I mean BIG decisions!

Flat rock or rounded pebbles???

That will take me all day long!

SHOPPING FOR DOORS

DANG!  I have a door budget.

It's $3500 dollars.  That's more than my lifetime anything budget.

I'm good with budgets because I really don't like spending money all that much. This amount seems extravagant for a door.

So I spent the day with hubby skulking about the rich part of town looking at doors. 

If I handle things just right...I can have a very very nice front door...AND a spa pedi..o YAY!

MIDGE

Sometimes you get to play Barbies outside in the nice spring breeze where the mimosa blossoms can be pom poms and the mock orange can be real wedding bouquets.

But sometimes you have to play Barbies in the basement while tornadoes loom overhead.

And sometimes you have to be Midge.

TAPE

Let's play TAPE!

Playing Tape is fun and there are barely any rules.  In fact, the only rule to speak of is that you tape stuff.

As seen in this photo, you can tape paper, ribbon, pencils, or you can tape the tape.

Tape is fun to play, especially in an office setting which is called Playing Office.

You can play alone, but playing Tape is much more fun with Betty.

ASHES

Ashes

I am a gypsy.

I have often wondered what would happen to my body when I died.

I know what will happen to this old soul of mine. I will float. And do interesting things to my friends and children to let them know I am still around.

Ashes.

I don’t want to be put in the ground. I never have.

Once I considered making my ashes into 3 one-carat diamonds so each of my children could have me to wear.

But they each assured me this was creepy.

Yesterday, oldest peep let me listen to this song.

Naked As We Came.

Now I know.

I have lived my life on Barkley Street and I have finally found the place I will be living when I die.

This is where I will be…not wasted…but spread around the yard.

RING DUNK RING DRUNK

Dear Mattie,

Howdy!

I was up all night worried sick about it.

Thank you for not swallowing your ring.

It was expensive.

PS...way to get those guns up!