Confession

I used to collect bookmarks. I would tack them on the wall, and eventually got to the point where I had a large section of my wall dedicated to them. I had some very cute ones, to be sure, and always read quickly through my books just so that I could move on to the next bookmark. If you're thinking what a nerd I am, or if you're thinking, "what is this obsession with bookmarks??" I can only suggest that the next time you go into a bookstore (Half Price Books has some of the best), take a moment to peruse the bookmarks, and see if it brings you even a tiny measure of joy when you discover one that you adore. Although I believe they stopped making the cutest things (not just bookmarks) several years ago, I occasionally stumble upon some charm (Becky Kelly makes some of my favorites).

With about 15 moves between the last bookmark wall and where I am now, I am sad to say that I have no idea where they have gone. In fact, it's probably safe to say the same about various other sentimental objects that were once so intricately a part of my life. I guess what's important is that I keep on reading, no matter what. Or maybe there's another lesson to learn...

(The bookmark up top is handmade. Which gives me a very good idea!)

scratch that, something new

so in case you don't know already, i'm not very good with follow through. HENCE the lack of entries here. i have nothing creative to share at this point in time, but i do think it's important to note that mr. big's "to be with you" is possibly one of the best songs ever.


tonight i wrote a little bit about my grandpa. the first word that popped into my mind was "hands." he did this little tapping thing with his two huge hands together that my little boy does now sometimes. today i spent much of the morning with my grandmother, rocking in the porch swing outside, talking about plants and trees and being alone. i want to soak in everything about the ones i love so i'll keep on noticing little things like silas tapping his hands together like my grandpa.

A New Creation

A long time ago I enjoyed creative thinking most of the time. These days I rarely practice it, and I think it has negatively affected several aspects of who I am and what I do. So this blog has been created as an outlet for my creative side, if it still exists (I know it's somewhere in there!). 

Let's see if I can inspire myself with a poem I once wrote:

The blessings I find in Thee are so sweet, 

Much sweeter than earth can bestow.

I know that these blessings never shall cease,

As long as your kindness I know.

Lord, help me when sin begins to increase

And unloads its burden in me.

May I remember to fall to my knees,

And give all the glory to Thee.

Grant me the strength to show others Thy light;

Help me your pattern to see,

So those I meet may know Your might

In my remembrance of Thee.