Believe {one little word}

Last year was

DO.

I did not do.

Big fail.

But...

 

Do you know how many quotes there are about failure not being a negative thing?

A lot.  Thank goodness.

I may need to refer back to them often this year.

Because this year is all about believing in myself.

Believe

My word for 2014.

Somewhere along the way in 2013 I lost my belief in myself.

I'm not sure where, nor how.

But happen it did.

However, I intend to get it back.
And luckily I will have a little help along the way.

With this guy.  Ha!

See last year started off with me saying quite loudly that I will do and succeed because,

"I'm a bad ass unicorn!"

He was tucked in my stocking this past Christmas to remind me throughout 2014

that I am indeed

A Bad Ass Unicorn.

Here is to believing in myself again.

 

Do you have a word for 2014?

 



From My Sketchbook {dare to dream}

 

"We dance for laughter,

we dance for tears,

we dance for madness,

we dance for fears,

we dance for hopes,

we dance for screams,

we are the dancers,

we create the dreams."

~Albert Einstein

 



On Joy

Joy:  /joi/

Noun:

1. A feeling of great pleasure or happiness.

2. A thing that causes joy.

Synonyms:

delight - gladness - pleasure - mirth - rejoicing

 

 

I believe we are made up of joy.

The real us.  That light that is our soul.

It's made of joy.

And it's all of our human crap, our egos if you will, that cover it up.

But then every once in a while that human crap thins out and parts,

just like the way the clouds part in the sky,

and then the most beautiful thing happens.

Our joy, our true light, shines through.

And everywhere your joy touches

amazing things happen.

 



Let Us Love

 

Wishing you a beautiful, love filled weekend.

From My Sketchbook

Have a beautiful weekend!

 

I'm headed down to Round Top for the last couple of days of Antique Week.

I'm hoping to find just the right chandelier.

And maybe a bench...

because someone seems to think five hundred dollars is too much money

to spend on a chair that nobody,

except the people who go into our closet,

will see, let alone use and will need to be re-padded before it's even able to be used.

Alright... I'm not conceding, but he might have a point... might.

But it is a french antique and has the perfect,

p e r f e c t

golden-yellow, velvet brocade upholstery on it, which happens to be

p e r f e c t l y

worn.

 

Anyway, I'm a little hesitant to go

seeing as how Rachel Ashwell has been down there for a week and half

buying up all of the good stuff.

I'm really not sure there will be anything left.

 

But mainly,

I'm truly worried that my old beast will no longer be with us by the time I get back.

And it will doubly break my heart if I'm not there holding her at the very last.

Of course, that silly old dog has tricked us like this before.

 



From My Sketchbook

Hermerocallis sp 'Stella De Oro'

 

 

Otherwise known as the Daylily.

 

The variety Stella De Oro grows in my garden.

Nice and hardy for our harsh Texas summer heat.

And this year they bloomed twice thanks to the mild weather we had.

 

 

It was a very nice surprise.

Unlike the slugs that spent the summer gorging on my hostas no matter what I did to prevent it.