On The Outside

Today is a stay inside, wear hand knit socks and drink tea kind of day. I am snuggly warm. I know it is cold and wet out there. I don’t have to go out to know this. I sit here in comfort and still know. I’m on the inside looking out. It is a far different view than looking in from the outside, isn’t it?

Being left out is always painful. But is being left out always a bad thing? Continue reading “On The Outside”

Dunker or Steeper?

I am trying to be a good steward and use up all my tea bags. It isn’t easy. Since discovering the real flavor of tea found in quality loose leaf tea, I now know that the brightly colored boxes of tea at the grocery store are purveyors of false promises. They lure me in with beautiful packaging but inside is nothing more than inferior crushed leaves wrapped in paper. The Twinnings and Bigelow brands at least individually wrap their tea bags in packages to help preserve the flavors. I am drinking a cup of Twinnings Earl Grey with Lavender this morning.

As I prepared my morning cup I thought about a Bible lesson I taught to a group at a seniors independent living home. It has been many years but every now and again I am reminded of the lesson and the demonstration I used to make my point. It has a great deal of value for many things in life.

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Perfectly Imperfect

I have a love-hate relationship with my house. I didn’t choose my home, I chose the man and the house was part of the package. I still love him; the house I’m not so sure about.

This is the home where our daughter grew up and our grandchildren all lived during their early years. It has far more sentimental value to them than me. At least that is what I think as I peruse the pages of Zillow or Trulia looking for my perfect home. And don’t even get me started on the perfect town for the perfect home. Each week as we watch Home Town we dream of moving to Laurel Mississippi to live in an adorable refurbished cottage. My husband was born in Laurel and his mother’s family still has roots there. So the dream is not so very arbitrary. Well maybe a little. But that’s why it is called a dream.

This morning while I was wandering around Etsy, I stumbled upon a blog post from a couple years ago that really spoke to me and my house woes. The title was “Reasons to Embrace Your Imperfect Home” and featured a book called Life Unstyled by Emily Henson.

The philosophy of Henson’s book is that no one’s home is like the Instagram or magazine photos we all drool over. We have stacks of stuff, and things out of place and dishes in the sink. That is life. Our homes, like us have imperfections and some of those are the things that give us character and personality.

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