Choose to be happy
With all that you have because
That is all you have.
Choose to be happy
Choose to be happy
With all that you have because
That is all you have.
For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love and self-discipline.
Find what it is, or where it is, that you should be and live with fervor for God Almighty. There’s no time to do less than that.
If God is the wave
And we are the ocean
Let Him move us along
With faithful devotion
Water is deep and still until
It is acted upon by wind
It doesn’t fear, but simply responds
And that’s where living begins
You may be carried far
Be brave and take the blows
Hold on for the ride of your life
Allow the highs and lows
If you can’t raise your anchor and sails
If you can’t submit to Force
You can’t gain new ground
Without trusting the course
If you have faith in God
Look to the stars for hope and relief
You’ll be amazed at the treasures you’ll find
In sailing beyond the reef.
So I posted a pic a coupla weeks ago of my rag wreath. But here’s the wreath with accents!
We finally made some flowers for it! I love it. My daughter did the transparent white dahlia. I think she nailed it. Beautiful! Then I hung a pretty butterfly pendant necklace in the middle.
We used things we already had to embellish. A hair bow, old silk flower, brown paper dahlia that I made, some mismatch buttons/beads and some fabric I gathered into a flower. Done!
Love! Very fall-like to me. 🙂 Very shabby chic.
Newly fallen coconuts
And cauliflower clouds
Hosts of shells in crowds
Sing to the birds
Call them from shore
Raise anchor and sail
And drop my oar
Meditate on waves
Sleep below the sun
Kissed by gentle rains–
Falling stars have come undone
Wait for thunder, run for cover
Laughing the entire way
Joy to the bones when we make it home
That’s enough beach for today
Parked out back
Rusted out truck
Pushin’ up peonies
Forgotten or stuck
Ain’t goin’, nothin’ doin’
Just sittin’ there now
It’s a bed for crickets
Scratchin’ post for Cow
I wish you were my bed again
Sleepin’ under the stars
Takin’ me every place
Like a string of old boxcars
We wouldn’t have to go
Never turn those tires
I’d simply think of where
And you would spark those fires
Like a child, grip the wheel
Dream of great, big skies
Visit the past, where we find at last,
The vast wonder of wandering lies
Curl up cozy on your smooth, old lap
Smell of well-worn leather
Rolled-up, dusty blanket
When we’re in for colder weather
I hear you callin’, askin’ me,
“Honey, where you been?”
It’s not that I haven’t wanted to play
I really do miss you, Friend
The photo above is from just before the hurricane hit. You wouldn’t have known anything was happening. We were in a well-protected school, rated to withstand a Category 5 hurricane. We chose that shelter by luck.
We had our power restored by the first day after Irma hit. We were lucky, so very lucky. But we didn’t have an internet connection, so I’ve been jones-ing for blog time. I’m back, baby!
First, let me say, thank you, Florida Power and Light! You are working hard to restore everyone and you had us back up the next day. Thank you so much!
Second, everyone we encountered during Irma was safe and as kind as people in a crisis can be.
Third, when we got back to our place, everything was just as we left it. The only damage was a few eaves blew out and exposed the attic/under-roof. No big deal. The condo association will repair. We were so very lucky. Luckiest McLucks-a-lot. Unbelievable.
Had Irma not swerved at the last minute up the coast and taken a hard right, we would have lost everything, undoubtedly. I can’t express how thankful I am.
I am troubled by the undeniable climate change. I am troubled at our growing dependence on things and phones and computers. I am troubled by the chaotic world around us. But at the same time, I am deeply humbled. I am appreciative of those people in a dark world who carry light with them. The people who try to make the world a better place. The people who try to make sense of the world around them. The people who rush to the trouble, and carry out the survivors.
We met a Red Cross volunteer. He seemed to be our personal angel. He would check on our family, update us with news, and even brought us cookies. 🙂 He was truly the embodiment of Christ. So thankful for him. His wife is 7 months pregnant. That is quite a lady to let her husband help hurricane victims when she’s about to give birth! Donate to Red Cross if you are inclined.
Our daughter had to spend her birthday in a storm shelter/elementary school. On the cold, hard cafeteria tile. Surrounded by strangers. No one even realizing someone had a birthday. (I thought about finding a treat and lighting a candle, but decided not to embarrass my 14 yo, LOL) Everyone just hoping to live through Irma. We tried to make it as good/fun as possible for her, staring down the threat of a potential Category 4 hurricane. But it was tough.
But we are here. We are alive. And we have interwebs! No injuries, no damage, no problems.
Irma hit at around 8-9 pm Sunday night.
We left the shelter around 7 am Monday morning.
Got home around 9 am Monday morning.
Had water to shower. (Had gone without shower since Friday morning, gross!)
Got power back on around 7-8 pm Monday night.
Got internet back today at around noon!
We are whole again. Still praying for anyone who is still out of something.
Tonight, we make up for cafeteria tile and storm sheltering. We’re going rollerskating! Her favorite. Happy birthday, Lil. You made it to 14! and then some. 😉 I couldn’t be prouder or more thankful than I am for such a wonderful young lady. ❤
Blogging from my phone. Ok after Irma. No injuries. No damage. Miraculous!!! Praise God. No internet.
Wanted to post some haikus.
Water drops on glass.
Hurricane outside our door.
Longing in my heart.
Sigh. Soaked in boredom.
The storm is at my door now.
Relief that it’s here.
In my opinion,
You’re not a Floridian
Until your first storm.
She’s not here yet, but Irma’s on her way. I can’t say I’m not scared. But I’m also not in a panic. I am the appropriate amount of afraid. Category 5 hurricane sounds scary.
First of all, thank you to many friends, family and complete strangers for your concern and advice. Truly. I very much appreciate your nervousness for us. That means our family means something to you and for that I’m thankful. We are watching closely, preparing (packing, obtaining, locating all appropriate needs/essentials), and praying. We will move inland. We will not stay on the island. We will get away from the ocean. For sure. We have a plan and are asking lots of questions. AND we are not currently in the direct path. We are in the “cone of uncertainty” (love that, hope it becomes a meme). Who knows what tomorrow will bring, but we will get heavy rain and winds no matter where we are.
Second of all, I am praying for those fleeing from the storm at this very moment. It’s terrifying. Especially if you have children. But that makes me think of all people around the world right now fleeing from flooding, fighting or famine. Or trapped in those conditions. Our world is on fire or drowning, and it’s scary. Pray.
Thank you, God, for watching over and protecting us. Thank you for our many blessings. Thank you for people who care. If we live, we live for you. If we die, we die for you. Whether we live or die we belong to you. You have brought us so far to help us and not to hurt us. I trust my life to you, Lord. That I may be a blessing to others.
In Jesus’ name.
Third of all, I’m so thankful that I’ve spent the last 5 or so years ridding myself of possessions and pride. The only thing you care about when a storm is coming? Keeping the people you love and live next to safe. Things don’t matter, people do.
If you don’t have a bunch of things to worry about, you can evacuate in about an hour. If you had to. What do you really need when it comes down to it? People all around the world live with very little. I like that. I want to be like that. I am almost like that already.
We are almost packed. We have 3 jugs of water. Flashlight. Important papers. Car. Ready.
You wouldn’t know a beast of a storm is coming. The sky is bright blue today and clear as a Gulf morning ocean.
You can take my couch, Irma, but please don’t take my life, my love or my laughter. I can’t control two out of those three things, but I will always laugh. No matter what.
I made this neck-a-less last nite. Another one! Crafty B is in da house!
It’s twine for cord, big ol’ Wilma Flintstone polka dot beads, a salvaged key chain dangle, and a beautiful snaggle-wad of turquoise. All things I found or bargin-binned. Boho, baby!
Would you wear this? Is it too weird? It hangs super low which I love, but I also made the cord slide-able so you can adjust the size. I love shabby chic/different-looking jewelry. I love it when I get compliments from people.
Stranger: Love your neck-a-less!
Me: I made it!
Stranger: *looks at me like a necklace-making bohemian goddess* You made it??! No way. Cool! Let’s be friends.
LOL I live for those conversations. I would make jewelry for a living, but my husband might kill me. Strangle me with one of my homemade necklaces. Because of the craft space required for such an endeavor. Plus, doesn’t everyone make jewelry now? Pinterest-loving housewives across the country making enough jewelry to choke a bedazzled pony.
Can’t wait to wear my new belly bouncer!
We found this when we arrived at the beach yesterday! Love it.
Some vacationers must have found this washed up drift wood and fashioned this temporary art. So funny! Love the shell ornaments. It’s even got pine cones! LOL
No presents under the tree though. This beach offering is present enough, I say! What a great
Christmas Labor Day on the coast.
This is what Florida Xmas looks like, I guess! LOL