:: sunset...I consider a present from my Maker...on my bday ::
Last week, I was driving along, biting my cuticles (nasty habit, I know), one-ear on the ramblings in the backseat, eyes blinking back the need to sleep, racking up my to-do list in my head:
1) put 15 quarts of strawberries up (make jam, for you folks unfamiliar with my gramma's lingo)
2) fill orders of jewelry and pack, ship
3) transplant remaining perennials from casa past to casa current
4) insist JC do more of his summer language workbook, as opposed to playing nonstop cowboy with his farm set (this remains unaccomplished - who can interrupt the corralling of 28 plastic horses in all shapes and sizes, for learning word composition? It's summertime for goodness sake!)
5) take 15 minutes for this now more than 30-year-old bod of mine and try my new workout DVD
And that's when it hit me: I liken blogging these days to the nagging feeling of the exercise regime. Same haunting association.
There, I said it.
I love this space - I really do.
And it has become a piece of that never-ending-need-to-do puzzle that fills each of our lives.
Hmmm. I keep wondering why.
As I sit and type this - Moe underfoot and an empty Georgia peach box (my sweet man spent his Father's Day peeling 70+ pieces of the fruit so I could freeze and 'put up' for winter) as my collector of checked-off to-do lists, it has become abundantly clear to me:
I have gotten out of practice with this part of me.
And after taking a liking to Tropical Punch Kool-Aid for the past weeks and then refinding my Yoga mat and quiet meditative DVD - to realize I lost seven heavy ones in a week's time - so feels this post.
Is any of this making sense?
And to keep this composition justifiable for the claims I have made thus far, I have to admit: I have been needing to make the following blurb here for mucho too long...
see this pretty ditty? Long ago sold, but still in my coffers for acknowledgment, it is part of my "latest" work with ArtBeads. It certainly deserves some attention, don't you think? And in keeping with my resolution to take the time I need/want/must have for things like this space - I feel I must give it dues.
I partnered with ArtBeads moons ago to serve as a type of "reviewer" of sorts - a designer who chooses certain pieces of jewelry-making materials - and then gives an approval on the final outcome.
This one? I like...I like it alot (:
I chose green-colored Cat's eye beads (faceted, to pick up light) and strung them to simply accommodate the coordinating colors in the handmade stoneware pendant. These little ditties are hand painted in Bulgaria, and in my humble opinion, are one of the best pieces of merchandise that ArtBeads has ever hosted.
It is an amazing thing to me when I look back thru all of my pictures and the pretties that have come into my collection the past six or eight weeks. I am honestly dumbfounded by the amount of work I have had, and the blessings of success I have found at the shows and parties for Starr Strung.
It's the work of something much bigger than myself, I assure you.
I think so often we (or I, considering the context) want for more - even if it is just that teeny tiny little voice deep inside, whispering - and so often, we are un or under prepared for what is to come.
It is the journey - in all things and facets of life - it certainly is the journey.
And I suppose if I really sit and think hard about what I want my journey to include, I would have to mark happiness, fulfillment, betterment and continuing growth in my own personal agenda.
Here is to the start of many more posts - and sharing - because in that comes, for me, a true sense of the 'pulse' of my every-days.
and end like this:
My resolution is to share more things like these:
Happy good start to the week to you...(:
"The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, worry about the future, or anticipate troubles, but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly."
Necessary Legal Info: I am honestly reviewing the products that I have listed here; I received the products free of charge from ArtBeads and I have not been paid for my endorsement or my personal reviews.