Tuesday, August 27, 2013


We like to have afternoon coffee with a treat, "Fika"is what we call it....which according to Wikipedia is...
"Fika is a social institution in Sweden; it means having a break, most often a coffee break, with one's colleagues, friends, date or family. The word "fika" can serve as both a verb and a noun. Swedes consider having a coffee an important part of the culture. You can fika at work by taking a “coffee break”, fika with someone like a “coffee date”, or just drink a cup of coffee. As such, the word has quite ambiguous connotations, but almost always including something to eat, such as cookies, cakes and even candy, accompanied by a drink. This practice of taking a break, typically with a cinnamon roll or some biscuits or cookies, or sometimes a smörgås or a fruit on the side, is central to Swedish life, and is regularly enjoyed even by government employees."
Nice warm Cardamon bread, fresh from the oven and steaming hot coffee and lots of conversation.


There are moments in my life that take my breath away.  Simple things mostly, not a fancy gift or expensive diamond.  The way the rain drops hang off a flower or a branch of a tree.   The way the clouds float by far above me.   Or how the sun peaks out from gray clouds after a rain.  I find myself taken aback by the beauty of blooms drying in the sun, or seeing my grandchild, plant feathers in a tree stump and call it her "Indian Tree" and hopes by some miracle that it grows.  This morning, while in bed, in the light sleep of morning,  just such a breathless moment occurred.  My darling husband, tiptoed to my side of the bed, he had been up for some time I am sure since he is a very early riser, and he ever so gently pulled the covers up over my shoulders and kissed me so tenderly on my head.  Each move he made was full of loving tenderness that you could feel...tangible.   I woke enough to experience this deep, profound, loving moment.  Tenderness.    I feel so blessed to be surrounded by the deepest form of beauty known to mankind.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

A Slow Down Sort Of Day.

There are days when its just right to spend the hours watching the clouds float by or gaze at cattle resting under the oak trees, or even just watching cotton grow in the fields.  I think there is merit to watching the tall prairie grass bend in the afternoon breeze.  Yesterday, was just such a day.  A slow day, an easy sort of day when you find true value in the simple things of life.  The very things that seem to just be, without any of our doing.  I am very happy to spend a day here and there in total simplicity.  Thinking the day away.  Recommitting to a life of taking time to smell the roses, to enjoy the sound of the wind in the trees.  Taking time to be thankful for good food to eat, for the joy of strolling along a trail, hearing only the sounds of nature around me.  Thankful for love, for aging and the wisdom that comes with this aging, slowly seeping into my actions and reactions. Understanding clearly that we all are products of so many influences in our lives.  The choices we make due to what we have experienced, what we have been taught, both good and bad.   Life is wonderful.  It is full of profound beauty.   

Friday, August 16, 2013

Sharing A Great Give Away

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A Perfect Birthday

Yesterday I turned 59, and it was a great birthday.  A day surrounded by family and a day being pampered.  Since I have been a fan of gnomes and tomte for most of my life, my birthday theme was of course Gnomes.  Even my cake had a gnome on it.  I was showered with gifts, including gift cards to Starbucks and iTunes, and many beautiful gifts.  A new Dala Horse to match the new decor of our bedroom.  Tea Cup measuring cups.  A new case for my phone with some added bling for it, clothes, a certificate for a massage, and a gnome of course !  I got to go fabric shopping for a couple hours while I needed to be out of the house so I could be surprised with all the decorations and party preparations.    Life is good !

Monday, August 12, 2013

Living The Truth..."You Truth"

I had no intention of writing about this subject this morning, but as I was running my hand through my hair after being in the garden, I was taken aback by how thick my hair is and how gray it is becoming.   It made me remember something I have said many times...that I want a long gray braid.  Mother earth sort of look.  Maybe this is the time to grow it out.  I don't much care about the styles dictated by people sitting in an office picking out which "looks" should be for the coming season.  I am not one to live by what is "in" and by what label displayed on our clothing might say how much money we have to spend.  I try once in a while to step it up a notch, but its not me so it never lasts.  The real me is a strong willed creature, always clamoring to live in authenticity.   I was never embarrassed by my gray hairs, so never colored them over.  Two reasons for that,  no three reasons actually....one, I am lazy about such things and would no doubt have roots showing 99% of the time....two...chemicals.  If I spend so much time working on eating healthy, and avoiding chemicals, then henna would be about as far as I would go....third reason and maybe the one that should be first, because to me its the most important.  I like to stand on truth and I personally don't like being tricked, so why would I try to trick someone else, and coloring my hair is hiding a truth, I am getting older, its a truth.  I am not 40 something, I am 59 next week.  I am not hoping someone says, "from the back I thought you were 30" or try to convince someone I am younger than I am.   I am not uncomfortable with getting older.  Admittedly, there are times I am angry about how fast time is flying by, there is so much more to do and no doubt in 40 years, I will not be able to do all that I do now.  I have so much on my bucket list and so far to go in becoming the kind of person I want to be.  A life work.   The wrinkles on my face can stay, no need for creams and surgeries to remove what is there by nature.  Contentment flows deep through my veins.  I don't have to lie about how old I am or what time has given me.  I have no desire to try to fool people or hang onto youth as if youth itself were some god to be worshiped.    I have no desire to be that woman in the store that you see from behind and think she is younger than she is, only to see her face on and know that she is working hard to fight a loosing battle with aging, hoping to remove 10 years with botox or expensive facial treatments.   I am all for keeping our bodies in good working condition and staying vital, working towards spiritual peace and keeping our brains active, but with maintaining truth of who we are and where we are in life.  Truth is truth, and I choose to be truthful with aging.   This is just my perspective for me.  Not a sermon on how everyone should live.  The sunflowers are past their prime, but they give so much still.  Food, and shelter, the very things vital to so many little creatures.

Friday, August 09, 2013

Some Projects Of The Last Couple Weeks

A wool baby blanket, not blocked yet and the ends are not finished.
Pink, brown and cream baby afghan
organic flannel reusable baby wipes
Christmas pillow cases for the grand blessings
a receiving blanket
a folding changing pad, lined with that wonderful waterproof diaper cover fabric.
A dear friend is expecting and so, lots of baby sewing going on.

Catching Up

The summer seems to be flying by and many days I find myself thinking there needs to be more hours in my day for things like writing on my blog, but the Sauna calls me or the latest knitting project takes my quiet time.  
Last Friday, Emery got very sick, sick enough that we rushed him to the hospital, he was vomiting blood.   After a lot of tests and a nearly 4 day hospital stay, they found an ulcer that was bleeding.  Of course I stayed at his side the entire time,  content to be there for whatever need arose.  Love is like that.   He is on the mend and back to work today, for a few hours at least.  I hope this next week, is a quieter one, and that my schedule is less structured, more Bohemian in nature.  The summer heat has arrived in North Texas with a vengeance.  We have seen the hottest temps of the year, which makes me long for winter, for wool socks, the smell of wood smoke and the feel of cold air on my face as I do chores.  For now, I will have to settle for time in the sauna, followed by a dip in the pool that is a good cold experience by contrast.  

Much To Catch Up....

In mid January, we saw the passing of my father and after nearly two years of caring for him, it was so hard to see him leave u...