Catching Up May 9th thru Today Saturday,May 22nd

Does anyone remember the fresh scent of cool sheets/ towels dried in the spring air and sunshine?
When I was a young girl I remember several clothes lines...
My Paternal Grandmother's hanging high in the air...attached both at the back door of her hill top farm house and at the highest point a boy could climb in the tree across the yard. A pulley wheeled the linens out in the morning and back before sunset.
My mom's line... teaching me to conserve space and clothes pins by slightly overlapping two items... allowing the use of one pin instead of two.
I didn't realize how simple life was then...
My oldest child has just turned 21, graduated college, become engaged and moved into her own home. Life is moving fast these days and it seems that there are no "brakes" to slow the pace of life down. It can be a challenge to make time for the simple things... but the simple times really can be the most important moments in life...
I have been thinking about it and have decided to segue into a blog series for awhile...
My plan is to write about individual influences and how they shape life... shape life, effect who we become, how we perceive things.
I will start the blog series with my next post.

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Sunday 3/21/2010 - Sunny Sunday

Does Sunday mean we should be in the same church building, from 10:30am to 12 noon every week??? Hmmm... we (my husband and I)have been giving this a lot of thought. I believe it is important to build relationships, to set a good example, to demonstrate self discipline and to be committed to spirituality... but does that mean the only way to do this as a family is to commune from 10:30 to 12 at our local church each Sunday?? I decided that I am open to trying a multifaceted approach to spirituality, mix it up a bit, keep it lively. So the plan is that sometimes we will attend the traditional Sunday morning service; sometimes we will attend different churches/times; sometimes we will watch and discuss television sermons; sometimes we will watch and discuss Internet sermons; and still other times we will listen to/discuss radio presentations, religious movies, and books. We will see how it goes... For today we watched/discussed a very good YouTube skit that my mother forwarded to me (htt...

Emotional Insights From Gram & Dad

About yesterday's figurative box of leftover, mismatched puzzle pieces... I have given it all more thought... If Dad could fashion "something" out of "nothing"...so can I! Back when I was a sprite young lady of five years... I lived at grandma's farm house for a spell... When our clothes were worn she would mend them... When our clothes could no longer be repaired we put them in the "rag bag"... I think perhaps that I mis-metaphored... I am not currently struggling as a "mismatched box of emotional puzzle pieces"... Instead I am an emotional bag of rags! Let me explain... Like favorite worn clothing items... emotions and feelings can become thread-bare, with holes and tattered edges... the wear and tear of life can take its toll on a person! Here's the beauty... Grandma had these big, old, heavy, metal pinking shears with red handles... Every so often she and I would sit and turn the "rag bag" into perfectly cut, evenly size...

Mothers & Daughters: Different Pieces... Same Cloth

Some of us are cut running against the grain... others of us follow the grain. Many of us have "rough edges"... while others are smooth. Some pieces compliment each other forming a unified whole... Some pieces won't fit or work well with each other no matter how hard you try. What comforts me the most is the innate sense of "knowing"... Understanding without the need for words... Mothers & Daughters are extensions of each others "spiritual existence". 2 pieces of the same cloth!

Nostalgic Nursing Refections on Life

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