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enjoy your weekend

three little letters

no one wants to hear...

u.t.i.

so the little brown bottle

sits near the sink

ugh

meds and me...we don't get along

too well

my body just feels off

well...

until i'm off of them.

until then

i will combat the evil necessity

with a diet rich in

yogurt.

yogurt with

homemade granola...

yogurt

in a breakfast

waldorf

or

just plain ol' yogurt

oh...

and lots of water

and cranberry...

in juice, pill or fruit

form.

and any suggestions you may have!

my urinary track

 thanks you.

conversations

Yesterday,

 I woke with a prayer on my heart.

I laid in bed and talked to God.

Marvelled, actually.

It felt like a wonderful gift...

the waking in prayer,

 the understanding of

 His truth.

Right now.

Those were the words that

called to me from sleep.

Right now...

I am making flaxseed and cranberry muffins

enjoying the view from my window.

Right now

of yesterday spoke of love.

God's love for me.

Thank you, God for loving me.

The person I am right now.

Not the person I want to be...hope to be...

try to be.

Thank you, Lord for loving

the person I am...

right now...

this selfish, sinful, clumsy, messy,

sometimes ugly person

I am.

I would be lost without

Your love.

Your love centers me,

 strengthens me,

gives me a peace

 beyond understanding.

Your love

is an anchor to my

soul.

Thank you, Lord

for loving me...

as is.

amen.

this moment

Joining Soule Mama and her many friends in this Friday ritual.

A single photo. No words. A simple, extraordinary moment

from my week. A moment I want to pause, savor, remember.

amen.

trans-venue-able

Yep...

I'm making up words...

but bear with me.

trans- prefix 1 across, beyond.

 venue n. place for a match, meeting, concert, etc.

-able suffix that may or must be (eatable, payable...

trans-venue-able.)

You are listening to the sounds

of Love Song

written by The Cure

performed by 311.

An old song given new life

with a fresh voice and an

 island beat.

An old song given new meaning...

by way of

venue.

Not to be sung at a club...

but The Club...

church.

Listen to the words.

Whenever I'm alone with You

You make me feel...

home again

whole again

young again

fun again

free again

clean again

I will be spending

much of the week with

my guitar

To learn a new vibe

get the rhythm

just right

get my mind wrapped around

this new

 interpretation

Shouldn't be hard

with lyrics

that lend themselves to

praising God.

However far away

I will always love You.

However long I stay

I will always love You.

Whatever words I say

I will always love You.

I will always love You.

This week Sheryl Crow

will get bumped for

the sounds of

Bob Marley.

I need to get my reggae on for God.

amen.

outside in

About a month ago I started spotting

a pale blue and soft green palette

emerging in the

decorating world.

It seemed to pop up everywhere.

I first saw it on the

set of White Collar 

loved it!

There it was again on a paint

commercial...

on clothing...

a shower curtain...and

throw pillows.

Everywhere.

My home is earthy...

pale blue and zen green?

Then something miraculous

began happening...

the world

came to

life...

in shades of

 blue and green.

And I began looking at my

earth-tones

with a new

eye.

There it was

all along...

hiding in cupboards and

stored away

in drawers.

Wanting to play

center stage again.

Now.

The time when everything has new life.

Blues and greens...

and a splash of

yellow.

Welcome home Spring!

this moment

Joining Soule Mama and her many friends in this Friday ritual.

A single photo. No words. A simple, extraordinary moment

from my week. A moment to pause, savor, remember.

amen.

promise

The window next to my

computer desk is

open!

The birds are singing

their sweet

song.

The promise of a

70 degree

day.

My heart

is

dancing with

pure joy!

three

My sweet grand-baby girl

turns three

today!

My baby boy...

Kierstin's Daddy...

lit the candles.

Kierstin led us in singing

Happy Birthday...

all smiles.

She opted to eat her special cake

with a knife...

three-year-olds

can do that.

Because three-year-olds

don't like messy

fingers.

My baby boys were

given the job of

serving cake and ice cream.

Weren't they just three?

Kay-kay likes her

great grandma...

and a messy face is

just fine with

her!

Surrounded by a whole

lotta love...

Kierstin set out to

open her

huge pile of presents!

Kaylee liked the

packaging and

wand the

best.

When Kierstin opened

her own Hello Kitty

lotion and lip stick...

she could have ended the

party there.

She found her bliss.

(Grandma Jenny knows what

her baby girl loves most ;)

All the beautiful gifts...

but she kept her eye on three things...

lotion, lipstick, tic-tacs...

the important things in life.

All the presents opened...

she loaded her new Thomas book bag

with her vital necessities...

lotion, lipstick, tic-tacs.

Uncle Jake helping her

with the...

you guessed it!

lotion.

Happy 3rd Birthday

Kierstin Renea!

Grandma loves you

with her whole heart!

I hope all your days

 are filled with

such simple

joys.