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What is your favorite method for choosing the right spirit animal for yourself? Hmmm… i don’t know and I don’t want one. I have the Trinity. I have the ultimate counselor, The Holy Spirit, often portrayed as a gentle white dove is the water that restores and cleanses my soul, the wind in the air I breathe, the fire that ignites my passion for truth while walking in love of my Father in Heaven. He is in the oil that anointed me into His kingdom and in the still small voice that speaks to my soul reminding me that I indeed am well loved. He is the eagle who shelters me under His wing. He is the honey that is a balm to my soul. He is the 1s and 0s in the codings as He is the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. He prepares me for the ultimate war of good and evil when “…heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True…” Jesus Himself, the One Who Saves. He is the lamb of my salvation and The lion of Judah, my King. Why settle for one when you can have it all?

Why is it that when a person is going through so much not due to their own fault, the world and their family think of kicking them when they are down only to make things worse in their lives? Have you ever had that happen? How did you respond? A pack or mob mentality empowered by most in hating the weakness exuded in victims. It seems to be true that like desperation weakness evokes a “smell”. And yes, I like most, did indeed experience this to a degree. I handled it by picking and choosing my friends and confidants better and dissolving associations with the “mob”. sorry. I was allocated to using a mob boss pic. hyenas, my first choice, was unavailable.

Does every human being have the potential to create happiness? Why? Does every human have the potential to create happiness. Happiness. The fibromyalgia of the emotions. My gram used to say “you will be as happy as you make up your mind to be”. So I guess it depends. Take the novel A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, an inspirational poverty story created from a harsh reality and the visual of a flower springing forth up through a crack in the pavement, beauty in all its glory finds its way through the grayest of circumstances. It always has. It always will. Those who need to see it are drawn to its color. It is a beacon that speaks to our soul. So to is happiness. It can be found and created in the same manner in ourselves, for ourselves. And then shared as all lights are a beacon in the dark. If one can look beyond the present circumstances (and present because “happiness” tends to be circumstance driven for the immature) it is plausible to find joy or peace or contentment in the midst. So yes it depends. Happiness is a creative experience we choose to make. And as all created things begins with a task of sort, this requires a sacrifice of drama, melancholy, woe, self, presumptions, etc.

What do you think of Leviticus 19:31? Should it be heeded today? Why or why not? Leviticus 19:31 that says “‘Do not turn to mediums or seek out spiritists, for you will be defiled by them. I am the Lord your God." I have seen spirits all of my life. There was an elderly man that "lived" in my childhood home. He was quiet and bothered no one but he left an aura of depressing feelings. And then all of a sudden we moved! My parents began having bible studies in our new home and we all became "born again Christians" and were filled with the Holy Ghost. And then dun-dun-dunnnn...my brother came home from VietNam, an addict, and brought an attached demon home with him. Yep I saw that one too. No not as a benevolent or helpful or quiet friendly ghost but upfront and personal with all its agendas in tact and quite obvious. Just like people there are all kinds that use whatever persona required for the "job". As I aged and began to lose person after person through tragedy after tragedy, I used to seek them out. I ignorantly figured that they were here to help and boy oh boy I had questions! I could sort of comprehend a great aunt here but everyone in my family was beyond my scope and I was looking for help in an area where there were few answers. Many of these kind and gentle normal looking people were incredibly intuitive and provided reasonable and realistic information. It had to be legit. Right? Albeit a Christian, I was hopeful yet ignorant up until one day, I was sitting in my chair watching a television medium. The Holy Spirit showed me the spirits that this tv person was talking to. The ones that were imitating the deceased and who were of knowledge only due to eavesdropping on this familys life. It was all just a show! The Holy Spirit then pointedly asked me "why settle for lies and half truths when Jesus is the truth?" and "why go to the peons and not the Father in heaven?"

Are only boring people bored, or is boredom the origin of creativity? Boring people… boring to who? whom? I know a gal that I used to liken the conversational experience of her as “talking to a closed door”. Imagine my shock when I heard later on that she was one of those people with an alter ego. It was not that I was not worth her time but that she was busy on “inside of her mind”. It was my error. Not hers. I have learned that boredom lies within ones own dullard-ness. What I saw was this curtained door. But what existed is many many doors. Opened . For me… I have never had enough time in any given day for years and years and years to have the chance or luxury to be bored. On occasion though I will take a bathrobe day.

Take one Hobby Lobby wall decor, a few coat hooks, a picture hanger and paint. Add glitter appropriately.

I have had fun creating a great garage/man cave for Du this summer. It's been fun, a labor of love and appreciation as well as setting the artist in my soul free. Painting on a buffalo skull.

I have been asking God about an observation, the occasional encounters, for quite some time now and again it pops up like a stem of poison ivy in bloom amongst cultivated roses. And just what is it? Well...whether it is on a cruise, in a car, on a social media post, at the store (on normal days!) or even at church, what the heck is with the scowling, muttering, bitter old ladies whose countenance gives visualization to the word crone?!

Laundry room make over that's what! I repainted all walls bright white. And took one piece of plywood (in pretty good shape) and cut it to fit the width and the length of the washer-dryer and decoupaged vintage paper onto the top and sides. On occasion the paper bubbles up and it did here as well. So I popped the bubbles and let the wood shine through. I sanded it all down and gave it two more coats of deco glue. ta-ta-dah! Free folding table. Not granite. Mine. It pleases me to look at it. And what better place to stand in the gap of prayer and fold laundry while looking at the smiling faces of my family. :) And the ironing board door and husband bench technique? Wait? What? What the heck is a husband bench? Before malls and when shopping was a dress up outing it was a common sight to see a row of husbands sitting outside the store fronts conversing with other husbands or beaus to be waiting to carry their ladies packages. Inspired my my gram's use of black glossy paint everywhere when that was the only color available to her back in the day. All good and loved things chip and each mark is a memory. So here too is an instant antiqued memory. Items used: The wainscoting = pallet boards sanded, painted and liquid nails attached. Bench my husband made = Spray paint, sander, heat gun. Folding table = Plywood, wrapping paper, decoupage.

“All great changes are preceded by chaos” Deepak Chopra It just takes a little inspiration... From a closet gone wild... To a storage locker for three. Why dark colors? Reality of kids baby. Reality!

After a long time in searching for the right vintage cabinet we found it! It was a display in one of those little out of the way shops way up north that just beg to be told about in a story! The display also included a barn door that was used as a partition as well. In order to get the cabinet, we had to buy the door as well. No problem-o!! SOLD!! Send it to the shed and we'll will figure it out later. And there it stood. For almost two years and then came the request "mom!! my cabin needs a good sturdy vintage-y looking table". So Du and I squared it off, came up with a leg system using reclaimed 2x6s and here it is! TA-TA-DAH! cabin friendly :)

You know how you get that magical corner all set up and it is picture worthy for the neighborhood as well a photo op for a home decor magazine? You sound the right bucket. You found the right flowers and it works just perfectly with your grandpa's grinding wheel. And then your husband is out doing yard work and the tree just so happens to drop right on it? Sometimes it really is for the better. hmmm... looks like they need a drink too.

There we were. We had bought enough to do 2 bathroom ceilings in vintage tin panels to "make sure" and since everything went fairly well we had enough left over to play artist on.