Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
Amber took three times the pictures that I did but it was fun comparing at the end of the day. This is one of my favorite shots- the infamous pop of red. McKenna was an amazing model and a good sport.
I will post more throughout the week.
Posted by GraceGal at 11:27 AM
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
"Two are better than one, for when one is down, the other will lift her up." Ecclesiastes
The first day I went for riding lessons (terrified), the instructor (using the word loosely to describe a young woman who loves horses), introduced me to them (the horses). If you got through that first sentence, we are on our way! One thing that struck me was the fact that horses have buddies, bff's. Seriously. They had to separate one horse so I could ride her buddy.
The painted words of a sister artist linger in my spirit.
I am lonely.
How well I remember feeling like that most of the time when my children were toddlers. Mu husband worked two jobs; we only had the one car and I was lonely. I would wait until my neighbor came home from work and had time to settle in, then walk across the yard to have coffee with her, toddlers and all. The welcome mat was always in place.
"sharing ourselves- our true, messy, vulnerable selves- requires incredible courage." Susannah Conway
Praying each of you will have the courage to take a tiny step in the direction of sharing your gorgeous, messy, unique self today. Not only do you need someone, we need you.
Posted by GraceGal at 9:30 AM
Monday, August 13, 2012
Saturday, August 11, 2012
"Dancing between our need for solitude and our need to be where others are"
I know that Susannah's will be one of those books which I unwrap again and again, a gift sitting on a shelf inviting me to visit one more time. There are words within its pages touching tender, unhealed, or confused spaces inside of me with appreciation, permission or healing.
One simple way today.
I waver between my joy this placid afternoon of reading and my desire to sit on the deck of a friend's home and connect with her emotions, thoughts and journey.
Laying aside my novel, I write a procrastinated letter. Finished, I dig through a pile for the address and lay my hand on "this i know." I open to my bookmark and read until this quote. Ahhh, that sweet permission to enjoy contentment while tiny longing dances below the surface. I pen the feelings in notes while they are fresh, for blogging later.
And return to my book
with a smile.
Posted by GraceGal at 10:03 AM