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I’m heading out to Arizona next week EEEEE! While there, I’m rastlin’ a little...

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 16:01:00 -0500

I’m heading out to Arizona next week EEEEE! While there, I’m rastlin’ a little storage unit I’ve had some goodies in for awhile. These are the few things I’m hoping to find a new home for. Each piece is in excellent condition. Please let me know if you’re interested!

Hemnes Oak Dresser (Ikea) $50 —

Width: 43 1/4 “
Depth: 20 1/8 “
Height: 38 1/4 “

White Country Lane Dresser (Target) $50 —

[does not include family photos or what looks like an attachable mirror haha]

Twin Bed FRAME (Ikea) $45 —

Length: 78 “
Width: 40 1/2 “
Height: 15 3/8”

A precious photo that will have me smiling all week! [photo from...

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 17:22:31 -0500

A precious photo that will have me smiling all week!

[photo from Joanna Goddard’s blog]

Poison & Wine by the brilliant Joy Williams & John Paul...

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 18:48:00 -0500

Poison & Wine by the brilliant Joy Williams & John Paul White of The Civil Wars

excerpt three

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 00:20:00 -0500

“It’s like this when you live a story: The first part happens fast. You throw yourself into the narrative, and you’re finally out in the water; the shore is pushing off behind you and the trees are getting smaller. The distant shore doesn’t seem so far, and you can feel the resolution coming, the feeling of getting out of your boat and walking the distant beach. You think the thing is going to happen fast, that you’ll paddle for a bit and arrive on the other side by lunch. But the truth is, it isn’t going to be over soon.

The reward you get from a story is always less than you thought it would be, and the work is harder than you imagined. The point of a story is never about the ending, remember. It’s about your character getting molded in the hard work of the middle. At some point the shore behind you stops getting smaller, and you paddle and wonder why the same strokes that used to move you now only rock the boat…

The shore you left is just as distant, and there is no going back; there is only the decision to paddle in place or stop, slide out of the hatch, and sink into the sea. Maybe there’s another story at the bottom of the sea. Maybe you don’t have to be in this story anymore.”

“A Million Miles in a Thousand Years” by: Donald Miller

"…but first she planted her garden saying, “I would rather they find something to eat at..."

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 23:37:00 -0500

“…but first she planted her garden saying, “I would rather they find something to eat at my house, than that they would have to steal from others.””

- Justine Dalencourt, a French Quaker who was forced to leave her home at Fontaine-Lavaganne when the German army invaded France in 1914

excerpt two

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 23:54:00 -0400

“I read a book a couple of years ago by Steve Pressfield called The War of Art. The book is about writing, about the process of getting words onto an empty page. Pressfield said a writer has to sit down every day and write, regardless of how he feels. He said you can sit around and wait for inspiration to come, but you’ll never finish your book that way. “The muse honors the working stiff,” Pressfield says. He also says that every creative person, and I think probably every other person, faces resistance when trying to create something good. He says resistance, a kind of feeling that comes against you when you point toward a distant horizon, is a sure sign that you are supposed to do the thing in the first place. The harder the resistance, the more important the task must be, Pressfield believes.”

“A Million Miles in a Thousand Years” by: Donald Miller

excerpt one

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 23:31:02 -0400

“Here’s the truth about telling stories with your life. It’s going to sound like a good idea, and you are going to get excited about it, and then when it comes time to do the work, you’re not going to want to do it. It’s like that with writing books, and it’s like that with life. People love to have lived a great story, but few people like the work it takes to make it happen. But joy costs pain.”

“A Million Miles in a Thousand Years” by: Donald Miller

Tonight, Nashville’s Smallest Art Gallery featured 12,...

Sun, 19 Jul 2009 01:10:00 -0400

Tonight, Nashville’s Smallest Art Gallery featured 12, 6x6 very very special mixed media prints uniquely designed by ALLstar talent, Jermey Cowart

I think you might just love : )

wonderful you and yous,

goodnight.

chocolate! creative presentation : ) absolutely. clickity...

Mon, 13 Jul 2009 18:10:00 -0400

chocolate! creative presentation : ) absolutely. clickity click into these New York creatives at Mast Brothers

smiled when I stumbled upon this loveliness today...

Fri, 10 Jul 2009 23:11:00 -0400

smiled when I stumbled upon this loveliness today dolangeiman.com

WAITING Serene, I fold my hands and wait. Nor care for wind, nor...

Sat, 27 Jun 2009 10:50:00 -0400

WAITING

Serene, I fold my hands and wait. Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea; I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate, for, lo! mine own shall come to me.

I stay my haste, I make delays, for what avails the eager pace? I stand amid the eternal ways, and what is mine shall know my face.

Asleep, awake, by night or day, the friends I seek are seeking me; no wind can drive my bark astray, nor change the tide of destiny.

What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the coming years; My heart shall reap where it has sown, and garner up its fruit of tears.

The waters know their own, and draw the brook that springs in yonder heights; so flows the good with equal law unto the soul of pure delights.

The stars come nightly to the sky; the tidal wave comes to the sea; nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high, can keep my own away from me.

-John Burroughs (1837-1921)

Thought of this little bug earlier today when I heard some...

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 21:17:00 -0400

Thought of this little bug earlier today when I heard some friends were headed up to Strawberry Hill. I’ve been saying this a lot lately, but time is fly-ing. This year especially seems to be a bit more impatient and I’m having the hardest time believing I was picking strawberries and peas with little Oona (own-na) in Finland an entire year ago.

Anyone else wondering where time is running off to?

thinking more about the purpose and pursuits of this here lil...

Fri, 12 Jun 2009 16:41:00 -0400

thinking more about the purpose and pursuits of this here lil bloggy…but while I do, enjoy this LOVELY friday flickr foto

I heard the voice of Jesus say

Fri, 12 Jun 2009 00:35:00 -0400

1. I heard the voice of Jesus say,

“Come unto me and rest;

Lay down, O weary one, lay down

Your head upon my breast.”

I came to Jesus as I was,

Weary and worn and sad;

I found in Him a resting place,

And He has made me glad.

2. I heard the voice of Jesus say,

“Behold, I freely give

The living water; thirsty one,

Stoop down and drink, and live.”

I came to Jesus, and I drank

Of that life-giving stream;

My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,

And now I live in him.

3. I heard the voice of Jesus say,

“I am this dark world’s light;

Look unto me, your morn shall rise,

And all your day be bright.”

I looked to Jesus and I found

In him my Star, my Sun;

And in that light of life I’ll walk,

Till traveling days are done.

Words: Horatius Bonar, 1846. Music: John Dykes, 1868.

coooookies

Thu, 11 Jun 2009 17:43:43 -0400

coooookies :

love today’s recipes on Gwyneth Paltrow’s website, GOOP : ) click on the linkity link above to see the yums.

Video

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 03:27:59 -0400

Thinking of my Nonna Rose whose spending her second night in the...

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 01:51:00 -0400

Thinking of my Nonna Rose whose spending her second night in the hospital.

She’s been such a trooper, spending the last 48 hours in a place she’s proudly averted for nearly 58 years. Seriously, she hasn’t touched the scene of a hospital since the day my step-dad was born. She’s simply refused.

Now, with the help of my aunt, Noona’s navigating the oncology wing and settling in to room #542. Lou (the step-dad) will be flying to New York tomorrow to help her sort through treatment options and discuss the potential of her coming to live with us.

We’ll see…I just hope she’s asleep and falling into dreams of sweet(er) days. The days of her childhood spent skipping along the foothills of Umbria, Italy*

Clutching her rosary, I hear her whisper, “God gives me health. I give Him thanks.”

*Pictured and traversed in 2002 with a spry 82 year old Nonna

"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."

Tue, 09 Jun 2009 08:51:08 -0400

““Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.””

- William Wordsworth

photo taken by heather gilson

Mon, 08 Jun 2009 23:47:00 -0400

photo taken by heather gilson