Letting Gladness Win

A rose, touched by the sun’s warm rays,
All its petals gently does unfold.
So you, when touched by God’s great mercy
Let joy and gladness win your soul.
– Jean Berger

This poem, set to a tender tune by a fine musician, just fit with the newly-opening roses, a surprise from my daughter for Mother’s Day.

When the light falls on us, we can turn to it and allow joy to win. Sometimes it’s a choice. We can choose joy or choose to remain in the shadow.

How about you? How can you choose joy this week? What can you do to let gladness win your soul?

 

 

 

 

Linking up with Sweet Shot Tuesday, Inspired Tuesday, and Texture Tuesdays. Photo is processed with Kim Klassen’s Textures Chase and Happy Heart.

 

 

 

The Still Life

Has your week been anything but still and peaceful? In my family, this week has included an auto accident resulting in a totaled car — but a son who is alive and very well, thank God. Unwelcome job news, friends struggling, a memorial service for someone I’ve known since my childhood. In the middle of the whirlwind comes the reminder: be still. Wind down. Look at priorities. Find the core of what matters.

Not a bad mantra as we head toward the weekend, no matter what it holds: Be still, be still.

 

 

 

 

Linking up with Project 52 at Kent Weakley’s blog, where the theme this week is Still Life. Photo is processed with Kim Klassen’s texture, Faved.

 

 

 

Empty Flower Boxes

I was touched last week by a friend’s story about a trip to the store. She went just to keep her husband company. She doesn’t often garden, but that day she decided spontaneously to purchase flowers for the window boxes on the front of her house.

She says, “We planted them the first two years we lived here, but somehow life seemed to make the purchase of flowers a luxury and so the window boxes sat empty the last two years.”

I know that my friend’s husband has been ailing; you can read between the lines of her updates and know that her energy goes to caring for him and working in retail and trying to get through some difficult days. She continued her flower box story: “Someone once said that the planting of flowers was a statement of hope for the future and I believe that was my honest motivation. Maybe they will also be a sign to those who drive by that we believe in our future–one way or another.”

So the empty flower boxes are empty no longer. The bright blooms will no doubt cheer my friend’s heart. And yes, they are a sign to all who see. Hope lives here. It pops up in rich colors. Extravagant, generous, varied.

Hope lives in the flowers; hope can live in our hearts, too.

 

 

 

 

Linking up with Inspired Tuesdays and  Texture Tuesdays. Photos were processed using two textures on each photo from Kim Klassen’s Chase, Shine, Phoebe, and Let’s Go.

 

Good Reads: Become Who You Are

You Are a Writer (So Start Acting Like One) by Jeff Goins.

Here’s the opening to Jeff Goins’ new book. See if this resonates with you.

“We are all hoping something we do in this world matters. That what we create will stay with people forever. As Steve Jobs, the infamous founder of Apple Computers, once said, we all long to “put a dent in the universe. To leave some kind of impact on this ball of dirt.”

 

I was hooked by this introduction and read the whole of Jeff’s book, devouring the content in less than 2 days. If you are a writer, or aspire to write, this is must-read material. Even if you are putting a dent in the universe in some way other than writing, the philosophy of this book will inspire you.

Here are 3 reasons I recommend this ebook.

1. It’s a contemporary take on how to pursue a creative dream in a world where social media siphons our time. Jeff suggests ways to enjoy the positives of participating while not whiling away all our discretionary time and energy in the land of social media. With the comparatively recent rise of Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, and so many other avenues to connect with each other, we could all use some guidance, right?

2. Jeff’s credentials earn him the right to advise us. He is already a successful writer with a large blog following and 2 ebooks. He’s built a platform, formed a tribe, created a network, shared his expertise, and sold his writing. He tells what worked and what didn’t. He clearly conveys the things he found out by trial and error so that we can skip over some of trials.

3. He approaches his craft not for profit but for love of his craft. He writes: “I’ve learned the secret of writing for the love of it. And I’m going to share it with you.” He gets to the part of the book where he gives many tools and examples and step-by-step instructions, but the majority of the book is about why we create, facing our fears that keep us from creating more often, and living the dream.

The dream is one we can all embrace: “Become who you are.” If that’s a writer, proudly say you are a writer. If it’s something else, proudly go after it.

This book will move you to pursue your goals. “And who are you? A writer, if you’ll believe it. I hope you do, because we need your voice. We need your message.”

Whether it’s your voice the world needs, or your photographs, your scrumptious cupcakes, your lovely watercolor renderings, your expressive music – whatever it is, pursue it. Call yourself a writer. Call yourself an artist. Call yourself a musician. Because Jeff is certainly right about this: We need your message. And this book will inspire you to craft your message.

You Are a Writer is available here. Jeff Goins’ blog contains a wealth of information, too. Check it out here.

 

 

 

 

New Day, Fresh Light

How often are you thankful for a fresh start in the morning? New day, new dawn, new mercies, new opportunities. Over and over, day after day, we are given another chance to live fully alive.

On a trip to the Grand Canyon, I definitely wanted to view the sunrise, even though it meant waking up early in the darkness on a cold morning. I took my place along the rocks on the rim in the predawn chill to wait with others, all of us ready for nature’s show. We huddled in jackets and blankets, anticipating what we knew was coming. The vast canyon was dark. We couldn’t see its depth or the various ledges and slanting formations and trees that we knew were still there.

Then bits of light began to show through the thick clouds. Gradually the canyon became visible again as a new day dawned. Suddenly the sun burst fully through the clouds and lit the scenery. Morning had broken. The curtains of the night parted, and we marveled at the endless beauty once again on display.

We greet each morning with the same “contours” as the day before. We may be with the same people, have the same problems, go the same places, go through the same routines, but today is not the same as yesterday. The light comes and we wake to a new day, new mercies, new opportunities, new beauty.

What circumstances in your life make you grateful for a fresh start each morning?

 

 

 

 

Linking up with 52 Weeks of Happiness and Sweet Shot Tuesday. Photos were processed with Kim Klassen’s textures Shine, If Only, Revolution, and Oh, My, two on each photo.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finding Water

I live in a city built on a desert. To sustain life, those living here 200 years ago desperately needed one thing: water. So they built a dam on the thin river running through here.

The water then flowed out to irrigate growing crops miles away, providing food. Water quenched the thirst of those living at the nearby Mission. Indians lived right on the river, because they needed it’s lifegiving power.

The dam still runs across the river. The area is a park where families hang out, dogs swim, hikers hike, and bikers bike.

The river nourishes flora and fauna. It produces a riparian paradise of greens.

The river has worn the rough edges of granite smooth.

Even delicate blooms flourish on the riverbanks.

We need water, air, food. We also need nourshment and sustenance from things we can’t see or feel or touch. Intangibles. As you’ve built your life, through the years, what’s been your inner, intangible source? What do you rely on when the rough edges need smoothed, the tiny bits of beauty threaten to dry up, the green loses its sparkle?

For me, I would name as the sources of my life God and love. If I have those in perspective, If I recognize these are what sustain me, then I’m better able to handle the rough, the fragile, the dry. How about you? What’s carrying you through?

 

 

 

 

Linking up with Inspired TuesdaySweet Shot Tuesday and Texture Tuesdays. Photos are processed using Kim Klassen’s Watercolor textures, Oh, My and Let Go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Power of Beginning

Sometimes you stand on the shore and wonder what it would be like to plunge into the waves.

You feel that tug to jump in. Oh, but you also feel so small and the waves are so tall. They crash, they collide.

Finally you think you’re ready to take the first step.

Yep, here you go.

You may move too fast when you finally decide to commit, but that’s okay because Dad has your back.

In case of a setback, it’s no problem if you’re sad for awhile.

Eventually, you’ll be running back in for another go.

Are you standing on the edge of something you would like to do, afraid to run into it and commit? In The War of Art, author Steven Pressfield talks about fear to try a new thing. Here’s a summary of his long list of what we fear: “Fear of the consequences of following our heart. Fear of being ridiculous. Fear of launching into the void, of hurtling too far out there.” He also offers a remedy for fear, quoting Goethe: “Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, magic, and power in it. Begin it now.”

You can wait on the shore and think about whether or not to go for it. “It” may be tackling a new sport, taking up a new instrument, writing, painting, singing, drawing, learning a language, expanding photography skills, building a friendship. Don’t be paralyzed by fear. Take stock, see that someone has your back, then go!

What beckons you to plunge in? What dream would you like to pursue? What does your first step look like?

Linking up with Inspired Tuesday, Sweet Shot Tuesday and Texture Tuesdays. Photos are processed with Kim Klassen’s texture, Shine. Linking up with the debut of the GRAND Social Blogging Event, too!

 

 

White-Bright Hope

At first I was disappointed with my choice. My mission on a quick trip to the store was to pick up some flowers to decorate our home for Easter. I circled the display several times, enjoying the spring blooms for sale. Finally, I reluctantly bypassed the colorful tulips and mums and roses and chose the white lilies. Why? Because they are Easter lilies and this weekend was Easter. White, though, just didn’t excite me like the blooms of pink and red and purple.

Easter morning I looked at the “boring” white lilies again and saw them in a new way. These are regal, elegant blooms. They are simple, clean, not dependent on a hue to inspire us with their beauty. They are known as the flower of hope.

This week, when layer on layer of color and noise and busyness descend, I’m going to remember the lilies. Their message of simple, white-bright hope reaches up and reminds us to refocus on the pure core of life. The days filled with meetings, lists, laundry, dishes, and the rush of everyday dailiness — it can all fall away in the light of what will outlast everything else: faith, hope and love.

“Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they toil not, neither do they spin; and yet….. Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.”

How about you? When life presses in on you, how do you regain focus?

 

 

 

 

Linking up with Sweet Shot Tuesday , Inspired Tuesday, and Texture Tuesdays. Photos were processed with Kim Klassen’s Little Things and And Then Some.

 

 

 

 

 

Rescuing Emily

The first time I met Emily my day was shrouded in trouble. A family emergency involving attorneys forced me to take the day off work. That afternoon, the crisis contained for the moment, I spent my free time venturing to the county animal shelter. A tiny gray cat huddled in her cage. She was so skinny that her bushy tail overshadowed her body, giving her the look of a squirrel. But her face and eyes shone with sweetness. A few days later, the soft gray bundle came home with me, and I named her Emily.

With a few weeks of nourishing food, Emily filled out and looked less like a squirrel and more like a cat. From the beginning, she purred. Look at her, she purrs. Talk to her, she purrs. Pat her, she purrs. Play with her, she purrs. She’s gentle and calm. She accepts everyone who visits. She has no darkness in her.

Last week I read a bumper sticker on a car with dog crates: “Who rescued who?” I rescued Emily from hunger and loneliness. I gave her a peaceful place to live. She fills my life with acceptance and light and graces my days with her peace. You could truly say we rescued each other that dark day years ago.

Today she enjoys viewing the world from her new red house. She sits inside and watches — and purrs.

How about you? Do you live with a pet who “rescued” you?

 

 

 

 

Linking up with Sweet Shot Tuesday, Inspired Tuesday, and Texture Tuesdays, where the assignment this week is “soft.” Emily is “soft,” yes?! Photo is processed with layers of Kim Klassen’s Shine and If Only.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fragile Beauty

Why do tulips make us smile? Maybe it’s not only because of their delicate beauty but also because they are the first flower of Spring. Tulips bloom, winter is past. The browns and grays and whites of winter have been chased away by these bearers of vivid color.

I think of tulips as flowers of hope, flowers that have conquered. Not all flowers grow on stems newly pushed up through the dirt. Roses bloom on thorny stems that have stood dormant during the colder months. Bush flowers like hibiscus burst out of green hedges. Trees decorate themselves with fragrant magnolias. But tulips — they grow from bulbs that are planted in the dark soil during the cool season and there they stay, unseen, until Spring comes. Then they break through and announce that the days of new life are here again. Long forgotten through the darker days, they poke up and all of a sudden gardens are graced with brilliant reds, deep purples, tender pinks. What we saw all winter as a dead patch out in the wind and weather is now alive with celebration.

Any particular hour or day or season of our lives we may find ourselves in a dark place. It may seem we are buried by our cares. This Spring, we can look at the tulips and remember their message of hope. Our eyes and our souls can feast on the fragile flowers that have overcome the packed, once-frozen dirt.

How about you? Is your world today in need of some color? Is the celebration still to come, or is your life full of brilliant blooms you can share with us?

 

 

 

 

Linking up with Sweet Shot Tuesdays , Inspired Tuesday, and Texture Tuesdays, where the assignment this week is “pink,” The photo is processed with a layer of Kim Klassen’s texture Embrace.