Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Forget the "boyfriend jean" trend. We've got her larger, wiser comrade right here.
Boyfriend jean says you are sexy enough to borrow his pants. Husband jean says you've had enough of his children that you no longer fit into your own.
No matter if his legs are nearly a foot longer than yours! Get on this trend while it's hot and you'll always have warm weather clothing despite body fluctuations :).
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
Friday, October 17, 2014
Monday, October 13, 2014
I tried two possible titles in my head while thinking of this post. One was 'Detours' on the path to finding yourself. But in my pollyanish, hope for magic-type thinking I decided that there are no detours, or coincidences, just lessons on the way. I will not count experiences or time during my life wasted. I will search out what I learned. So there are speedbumps, but the path is all a true one.
Call it a mid-life crisis (although I don't plan to die at 70) but a lot of brain, heart, and spiritual changes started for me in my mid 30's. Now that I've been knee deep in it for a few years, I have climbed out a bit to view the changes and make some observations. One of the things I learned at the beginning of that journey is the vulnerability to addiction or numbing that we have when we try to avoid pain. And change is painful. Or at least I was afraid it would be so I quickly sought out friends, experiences, and distractions in as large a measure as I could find to drown out the quiet urges of change and the beautiful stretching that was needed.
At the time I thought this *was* the change: having new friends and exploring new topics. Over the course of time as the newness wore off and life happened I realized the patterns I was repeating and the running I was doing in all those distractions. Mercifully (and a little painfully) I am back at the same point on the outside looking in at those distractions, while missing them, also starkly facing the work on myself that is still here a year later.
It's painful but a cleansing sort of pain. A courageous pain that says I am strong enough to grow, I am of enough worth to go through painful change, and I have potential to create value for the world around me. This is what I want to believe, although I get discouraged.
I'm reading. A LOT of reading. And I've been mocked about my "book of the week" as admittedly many are of the self-help variety. But while I don't subscribe to any one "Secret" or magical change antidote the multiple messages are coming together in my categorical mind and I'm vetting out the nuggets that my soul needs. I *needed* to grow, I love (although fear) growing and I look forward to having peace about what good that enables my heart to do.
Friday, October 10, 2014
I found an accent chair in a collection on chairish (cute, right?) and I've been thinking over the last week how one could design a whole room around a chair--seriously. These things are like buttah! And I realized the connection between furniture as art and the tiny house movement I do love to follow and blog about.
When I think about tiny house design I think about the wood I'd like on the wall or the placement of the fireplace because every object and every spot counts. The tables, the colors, the placement of each functional item, is the ART of the tiny home. Extra decorative objects are out of the question as is storage for some kind of rotating display. When objects are pared down the significance and need to be useful of each greatly goes up.
|I think it would be perfect right in place of that wicker chair.|
One of my favorite features I'd draw into a small house design is a small but central wood burning stove. The warmth is both real and symbolic and I like to have that central theme. Every time I pictured this chair I fell in love with I pictured it in relation to my wood burning stove. So that is where I see it.
Wouldn't it be bright and splashy in the glass walled room below?
How would you design a home or a room around a single object? Leave me a comment and let me know.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
I don't believe in gory pictures. I don't believe in shaming. This is why I don't believe in shaming. Here are some helpful ways to contribute to the world to prevent child death and suffering.
|Photo from the Gates foundation|
1. Vote and advocate for access to birth control for women everywhere. (Source). An adult body for the mother and a few years of spacing can save the lives of second, third, etc. children.
2. Work to prevent child marriages (the subsequent childbirth in immature bodies is a top killer of those children).
3. Support adoptive and foster families. Take in a meal. Throw a baby shower. Offer to trade babysitting. Listen when they are stressed.
4. Support feeding hungry people everywhere--whether at your local food bank, or internationally.
5. Support causes that work to prevent diseases that kill the young and vulnerable.
6. Be a feminist. Studies have found that the more women are in leadership positions the more funding and attention that goes to directly improve the lives of children.
3. Vacuum the downstairs and stairway.
4. Add three songs to my Fall playlist (suggestions welcome!)
5. Walk with Casey at least 3 mornings. (one down)
6. Get all the clean laundry put away.
How about you? I am always inspired by Money Saving Mom's goals I thought I'd join in this week.
Monday, October 6, 2014
Thursday, October 2, 2014
In a fit of pain, I wrote this poem. The last year as my faith has grown and evolved and the presence of real, life friendships has been lacking I came to depend more and more on online side-groups that discussed religious topics. I don't regret the choice because I think it helped me grow, but it caused me a different kind of pain and cognitive dissonance. And in the end strengthened my view that real life religious communities are good for us. So here it is:
Sunday by Bobi Jensen
I have nowhere to go on a Sunday,
The leaves of judgement have turned brown.
In the places of refuge I stumble,
It's all the same Scarlet Letter
when viewed from the dirt of the ground.
There is nowhere to go on a Sunday
When faces are all you call home.
Faces that go from sympathy and understanding
to the cruel garish face of a clown.
Oh where would I go on a Sunday,
If all of the world had my back?
Would I go to a place I am calm or
the place where the sinners wear a crown?
I sold my soul for a place to have Sunday.
In the rearview it seems so pathetic.
That one day crushed my dreams
and one day made me whole
and one day wasn't quite what it seemed.
When I save myself it'll be on a Sunday.
I'll turn my back on belief that is vain.
I'll say no to the prickly pear reasons
to play the "Please love me" game.
I'll go where I'm needed to give.
Where my kids find that they need to grow.
Where they see from my ashes their roots take a hold,
and where "faces" aren't all you call home.
Oh God, please redeem those past Sundays.
I'm ready to find my way forward.
Wash me clean in the blood of my own demise
and let the clear water flow through to hold.
I don't think my life is just Sundays,
it's the cool wash of Saturday too.
It's the songs and the rides and the
sleep of weeknights,
And a routine love that holds True.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
I take my House Beautiful reading and perusing quite seriously--although I borrow it from the library. So, I may get my decorating trends a month or year late, but I get them all the same.
And in my last issue it seemed that 5 out of the 6 rooms/homes featured had velvet covering the couch. Sure, the designs, shapes, sizes, and colors varied. But still I was surprised that a trend could be that strong that the editors would see no need for any fabric variation that month. Not that I'm criticizing. Pretty much it made me want my own velvet couch like yesterday.
So, I had to do some research...