Sing more, play more
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shea beth
two things: my soul speaks through guitar melodies, it drains away in the bathtub.
Inside
Cal, my sister, and I went on a furniture adventure yesterday. We borrowed my brother Cale's truck, and spent Sunday afternoon driving and moving furniture. First stop was Mom's house in Keller, about 30 minutes from Denton, where we picked up a new dining room table. Next was Crowley, another 30 minutes past Fort Worth, to Beau and Eileen's house, to pick up my dresser. Thanks to a team effort, we loaded the dresser on top of the table, strapped it down, and were back on the road to Denton.
We live on the second floor, so up the stairs we went. At least now we know that we're capable of moving heavy furniture on our own. I was half tempted to knock on a neighbors door in search of some obliging muscle, but we managed!
Last stop, Sprinlkes Cupcakes in Preston Center Plaza, 45 minutes from Denton, to get a "thank you for trusting us with your truck" present for Cale and Ky. He collapsed at their house before making the 45 minute drive back home to Denton. Great, tiring day, but very worth it. I HAVE A DRESSER!
I now describe my room as one you might find in a woodland cabin somewhere in the hills of Nashville... I miss it.
We live on the second floor, so up the stairs we went. At least now we know that we're capable of moving heavy furniture on our own. I was half tempted to knock on a neighbors door in search of some obliging muscle, but we managed!
Last stop, Sprinlkes Cupcakes in Preston Center Plaza, 45 minutes from Denton, to get a "thank you for trusting us with your truck" present for Cale and Ky. He collapsed at their house before making the 45 minute drive back home to Denton. Great, tiring day, but very worth it. I HAVE A DRESSER!
I now describe my room as one you might find in a woodland cabin somewhere in the hills of Nashville... I miss it.
To be or not to be old: the courage to go gray.
There was a side bar picture tonight on Facebook advertising software that would let you know what you would look like when you get old.
Sometime last year, I started thinking a lot about what I would look like when I got older. I had a talk about it with my grandmother. She didn't have anything profound to say, but she was a model, so the comforting thought is that I come from good stock, I guess.
It seems now a days it's never to early to start "worrying" about wrinkles.There are so many "anti" aging products, and commercials talking about being fed up with "fine lines and wrinkles." And I love to tan in the summer time, so that should just add to the wrinkle load. All of it feeds our obsession with looking young, even when you haven't reached 25 yet!
I clicked on the Facebook ad because I wanted to know what they thought I would look like. Then I stopped. I didn't want to put that image in my head. What if I didn't like what I saw and that sent me into a spin to Wal-mart to buy the latest wrinkle cream.
I know I'm 24 and people who have an abundance of wrinkles, dropping jaw lines, and falling knees, would say that I am young so I don't know what I'm talking about, but I have to say this anyway.
I admire women who are brave enough to wear their gray hair, and women who have sunspots on their hands. It means you weren't a delicate flower and your hands have a story to tell.
I hope when I begin to age, that I don't constantly long for my wrinkle free days. I hope I have the courage to wear my gray.
My Mom now and then. She was born in 1946. You do the math.
Sometime last year, I started thinking a lot about what I would look like when I got older. I had a talk about it with my grandmother. She didn't have anything profound to say, but she was a model, so the comforting thought is that I come from good stock, I guess.
It seems now a days it's never to early to start "worrying" about wrinkles.There are so many "anti" aging products, and commercials talking about being fed up with "fine lines and wrinkles." And I love to tan in the summer time, so that should just add to the wrinkle load. All of it feeds our obsession with looking young, even when you haven't reached 25 yet!
I clicked on the Facebook ad because I wanted to know what they thought I would look like. Then I stopped. I didn't want to put that image in my head. What if I didn't like what I saw and that sent me into a spin to Wal-mart to buy the latest wrinkle cream.
I know I'm 24 and people who have an abundance of wrinkles, dropping jaw lines, and falling knees, would say that I am young so I don't know what I'm talking about, but I have to say this anyway.
I admire women who are brave enough to wear their gray hair, and women who have sunspots on their hands. It means you weren't a delicate flower and your hands have a story to tell.
I hope when I begin to age, that I don't constantly long for my wrinkle free days. I hope I have the courage to wear my gray.
My Mom now and then. She was born in 1946. You do the math.
Lauren Hutton's gap inspires me to keep my own. Her beauty captivates me.
I could stare at Diane Von Furstenberg all day.
Gena Rowland's white hair makes me want to defy every color box and embrace the gray.
Then there are just gray headed ladies that I love.....
Judi Dench
and of course, every one's favorite cook....
Paula Deen!!
"Every dream inside my soul And when you kiss me On that midnight street Sweep me off my feet"
One year ago today, March 17. Happy anniversary to mah love.
The gutter may profess its love, Then follow it with hesitation, But there are just so many of You out there for rent
Do you know the place he dwells, between plaster walls and alter calls?
Do the stain glass windows hold him in, or is the breath of his presence
able to transcend the archaic rhyme? I feel the breath of him on the street, in the
wind that passes me by. Though, he is less ethereal than we, the creation,
pretend him to be. He is the voice of revelation when confusion ensues. He is
my shot of hope when doubt has tightened its grip. He is more than than the
brick and plaster of emotionless ground I have held him too. Look, see, he is
right here.
St. Francis Cathedral, Santa, Fe, NM
Do the stain glass windows hold him in, or is the breath of his presence
able to transcend the archaic rhyme? I feel the breath of him on the street, in the
wind that passes me by. Though, he is less ethereal than we, the creation,
pretend him to be. He is the voice of revelation when confusion ensues. He is
my shot of hope when doubt has tightened its grip. He is more than than the
brick and plaster of emotionless ground I have held him too. Look, see, he is
right here.
St. Francis Cathedral, Santa, Fe, NM
I will lay me down
I live in a wonderful little town in Texas: Denton. There aren't many places in the Dallas or Fort Worth that breed creativity. When I moved home from Nashville, the difference in the freedom of the atmospheres was so apparent to my spirit. Denton really is a little college town. You can find just about every style, every language, belief, in Denton. It has been a wonderful place to live for the past year....but I am growing restless.
Don't worry, beautiful pictures are soon to follow all of these words.
At one time, I lived in Jackson, MS going to a university. My senior year, I became very, very restless. I felt like the world was dying and in need of love and I was doing nothing but going to class. I dropped out and moved to Nashville, working with a ministry loving on poor people, and being loved back by them. My soul was at rest. Now, at the University of North Texas, my battle is once again starting to go uphill and my soul remembers the days in Nashville where tests, money and jobs were never a worry as much as delivering a kind word to a mom who had just lost everything.
Just as I am starting to get established in Denton, I want to run. In my mind's eye, I see places like South Africa, South America, and somehow I think it would be so much easier to live there. I romanticize, I know. The truth is, I am right where I am supposed to be, but I am fighting the need to run off to a foreign location for an adventure in delivering love. But I keep telling myself, those who are faithful with the small things....
Here's to the small things, and to the big dreams that are around the corner. Pray that I have the strength to stay faithful.
Don't worry, beautiful pictures are soon to follow all of these words.
At one time, I lived in Jackson, MS going to a university. My senior year, I became very, very restless. I felt like the world was dying and in need of love and I was doing nothing but going to class. I dropped out and moved to Nashville, working with a ministry loving on poor people, and being loved back by them. My soul was at rest. Now, at the University of North Texas, my battle is once again starting to go uphill and my soul remembers the days in Nashville where tests, money and jobs were never a worry as much as delivering a kind word to a mom who had just lost everything.
Just as I am starting to get established in Denton, I want to run. In my mind's eye, I see places like South Africa, South America, and somehow I think it would be so much easier to live there. I romanticize, I know. The truth is, I am right where I am supposed to be, but I am fighting the need to run off to a foreign location for an adventure in delivering love. But I keep telling myself, those who are faithful with the small things....
Here's to the small things, and to the big dreams that are around the corner. Pray that I have the strength to stay faithful.
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