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Wordless Wednesday

Posted in Wordless Wednesday, tagged Griggs Mansion on April 11, 2012| 2 Comments »

A Vigil

Posted in Everyday, tagged death on April 9, 2012| 4 Comments »

Husby and I had a very eventful weekend.

We held a vigil for Husby’s dad, who has been declining steadily for the past six months.

Such a hard road he had to travel this past winter. It would have been hard for a sturdy person like me, much less a fragile little man of eighty-six years.

He took it like a trooper though.

The toll of age affects not only the aged. A life lived affects not only the one who lived it.

My life has been permanently affected by the experiences Husby and I had throughout the vigil. We met wonderful people. We learned new philosophies. We saw how strong and complex the human body is. We also saw how frail it is compared to the enormity of the soul inhabiting it.

We are bigger than our lives here. The vigil proved that to me.

To be part of such a significant event is nothing short of astounding. Death is rebirth, and I believe that completely now. It was an arduous road for Husby’s dad, but we were so happy when he reached the glorious destination. I don’t know what that destination is, but I do know the end of life as we know it is not the end of existence. I don’t just believe, I know.

Husby and I are so happy for his dad. He’ll be missed, but never far away.

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Springy Things

Posted in Etsy, Holidays, tagged ButtersandBubbles, DariellesClayArt, DovieMoon, Etsy, imagerybykimberly, JCooleyStudios, katelyb, mayesathome, sebvanb, SGArtandFashion, sjcnace4, SoleilCreations, Spring, succu, SweetAmbs, thejoanandlucyshow, trappedintheattic, Treasury, wordmermaid1 on April 6, 2012| 1 Comment »

After selling my wares on Etsy for all these years I’ve finally created my first Treasury. I call it Springy Things, which is sort of a round-about reference to an inside joke between me and Diggy. That actual phrase was “icky things,” but this treasury is far from icky.

With Easter this weekend and springtime officially here I found some really nice items in Etsy that depict my visions of both.

Enjoy, and have a Happy Easter!

Top Row: Cathedral Window Pillow by mayesathome, Sprintime Floral Frame Pendant by wordmermaid1, Birch Tree Painting by SGArtandFashion, Fleece Kids Rainboot Liners by katelyb

Second Row: Little Duckling by imagerybykimberly, Spring Tree-Red Birds by sebvanb, Ring Bowl by DariellesClayArt, Belle Princess Spring Tutu Dress by SoleilCreations

Third Row: Spring Rain Photo by DovieMoon, Beaded Handbag by thejoanandlucyshow, Spring Wooded Photograph by JCooleyStudios, Vintage Beaded Bracelet by trappedintheattic

Bottom Row: Spring Cupcake Easter Soap by ButtersandBubbles, Easter Apron with Pink Bunnies by sjcnace4, Whimsy-ariuim Mushroom Garden by succu, Easter Eggs by SweetAmbs

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Silence Is Golden

Posted in Craft Business, Nostalgia, tagged Auntie B's Wax, Etsy, Harpo Marx, magnets, Marx Brothers, sheet magnets, video on April 5, 2012| 3 Comments »

I remember years ago when I was in high school how my dad would be so disgusted at my homework practices. I usually had the stereo blaring (before the days of iPods) with records or radio. He was certain I wasn’t giving my school work the concentration it needed. I would laugh, of course, assuring him I could concentrate much better with my tunes.

Now that I’m older, older than my dad was when he lectured the importance of concentration and focus, I get it. It seems I’ve developed a sensitivity to noise with my increasing age, especially artifical noise (natural noises like birds chirping or babbling brooks don’t count). I don’t want to have music constantly streaming through my head. I don’t want to have the TV on as background noise. I go completely out of my mind with noises the building makes at my day job, and seriously, what’s with white noise? It’s incessant and annoying. I don’t mind hearing people talk to each other in person, but to have to hear someone talking on their cell phone makes me positively insane. Sometimes I think I’m as bad as The Grinch when he complains about Christmas in Whoville with all the “noise noise noise noise!”

I wonder what it would be like to live with Harpo Marx. He didn’t speak. Nice and quiet, with a few exceptions of course.

When I’m home alone I usually don’t turn on music or TV for company. I don’t sing or hum to myself. I just enjoy the quiet ~ the quiet I can’t find anywhere else unless I’m completely alone. The stillness is like a soft pillow, the silence like a downy quilt. It’s cozy. It’s quiet.

Of course this isn’t to say I don’t want anyone speaking to me, or amongst themselves. I wouldn’t enjoy a world completely void of noise. But every once in a while I’ll turn it all off, think of Harpo, and remember how silence is indeed golden.