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Creepy-crawly


I hate days like this… I feel twitchy after spending the last 2 days pulling weeds in my gardens and having bugs crawl all over me… I still feel like I’m going to have a panic attack.  I know I should be used to this by now and I know bugs are no big deal, really, but I still cannot help the way I react.  I try so hard to play it cool and to stay calm.  I have these huge spiders in my flower beds and when you startle them they run toward you – not away from you.  It freaks me out.  Not to mention the beetles, ants and roaches that live in the taller weeds and thick grasses that I have to deal with.  I hate this feeling… everything that touches me makes me flinch.  I’m so jumpy.  I think I will just sit calmly the rest of the day and sip tea and watch Netflix.

Taken summer 2013 in my front yard on my Passion Flower Vine

Taken summer 2013 in my front yard on my Passion Flower Vine

Diamond Strands


I’m sure there’s some perfectly scientific, purely logical explanation for why the heat + the humidity makes life in south Georgia nearly unbearable.  It’s so strange…while hiking in Texas last month the temperature was much higher but it felt much better.  Here, 85 degrees feels like an oven, there 110 degrees felt like a breeze.

002 I confess I do not understand the physics of it – but I’m kinda okay with that – it makes it feel like magic to me.


I’m staying up late tonight watching the show Dr. Who… It’s Season 6 Episode 9 ‘Night Terrors‘ and oh how I wish The Doctor was real… I can’t count the number of times I have been terrified and wished with all my heart for someone to come save me…  Some nights I still feel this way.  I wake up with dried tears on my cheeks, my heart racing scarcely able to breathe…  I used to think night terrors were a thing of my past that they were something I’d grow out of but no, I realize they are just a part of my life.

I don’t want to become accustomed to this pain – this hole in my heart, shattered, twisting, angry pain that is as much a part of my as my brown eyes and scarred skin.

Routine…


I realized today, not for the first time, that there are several things I do simply out of habit…out of long-standing routine.  I shower in exactly the same way, dry off in the same pattern, wash dishes in the same order (cups & glasses first, then plates, then bowls, then pots & pans and finally serving and silver-ware)… I even open my cans of cream in the way I was taught by my mother when I was a kid – though it is not the most safe or expedient way to do so…(with a knife – which causes my husband some consternation… he’s always afraid I’ll cut myself; which I must admit is likely since I am terribly clumsy…)  It’s funny all the little habits and routines we get into without considering their source or effectiveness.    204

Dumb Move….


I feel so dumb today… I got home after work and gathered my things and got everything in the house and realized I could not find my car key…. It was after 11 pm and very dark out, so I grabbed a flashlight and searched all over the yard between the house and the car and could not find the key… I finally found it – I locked it in the car!! UGH!  I don’t have any other key and the clicker is quite old and no longer works at all… We really cannot afford a lock-smith and I don’t know what I’m going to do… I hate it when I do things like this.  I know we all make mistakes and are forgetful from time to time and I know intellectually that I am being hard on myself…but emotionally, I feel like I’ve made some major horrible mistake.  Thank God for grace….now, if I could only apply that same grace to myself.

More Art Fun


2015 Spring Art Projects (3)

I have been enjoying painting lately, I find it very restful and therapeutic.  With so much in the world and in my life that is ugly, hurtful or mean I find that creating little spots of beauty bring peace to me…

2015 Spring Art Projects (4)

Hungry Babies


Mockingbird Babies

I was doing some yard work the other day when I noticed this bird’s nest… I could not resist a peek inside and was pleasantly surprised to find little fuzzy Mockingbirds inside.  I had to climb up on a yard chair to get high enough to snap the pictures…

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Hope


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I love how rainbows make me feel….. Every time I look at them I feel a surge of hope.  Their beauty is ethereal and fleeting but the impression they leave on my heart is deep and permanent.

Another Anxious Day


It is one of those days when my heart twists inside me like warped metal… feeling immovable and beyond repair..  I think about the View from the Pit sometimes and wonder why so few writers embrace and write about the pit… but I think it is because the pain there is so deep and so very personal that writing/speaking honestly about is like giving a piece of your soul away to strangers… it feels foolhardy, dangerous and way beyond vulnerable.  How do I articulate this?…. Hmmmmmm… I have unshakable faith in Christ and I have a  hope for a better life beyond this one… but if I did not have my faith I must say I don’t think I would have survived my life.  I would certainly not be as close to daylight as I am now.   I may sill be in the dark… I may still be in the pit… but I can at least see the blessed sun now and I know that I will one day soon feel the warmth of it on my skin with all of its life giving glory.

Waiting for Answered Prayers


Waiting2 Some days it feels like there are no ears to hear our cries.  I have faith that this is not the case, but some days I wish that I had a definite answer… some definite sign that my prayers were heard and that an answer was on the way…  Some days faith comes so easily to me and other days it feels nearly impossible…