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Life is a journey


Life is a journey

Heyyyyyyyyyy, I’m back. It’s been sooooo long since I’ve been on WordPress, and I’ve been longing to get back into creating and drawing and painting and all sorts of artsy stuff.


Today I want to talk about choices. Life is all about making choices. We make daily, simple choices like what clothes to wear, what food to eat and what time to sleep. These simple choices determine our quality of life, like health, body image, and well-being. We also make bigger, often more difficult choices like which career to pursue, who to marry and how many children to have. Such choices determine our wealth, relationships and social status.

Our choices bring with them consequences, which oftentimes effect not only ourselves but others as well. There is an old saying, “You reap what you sow,” which is not only true in agriculture but works as a spiritual principle as well.

I have been meditating on a verse in the Bible lately that says, “Understand this… …be quick to hear [be a careful, thoughtful listener], slow to speak [a speaker of carefully chosen words and], slow to anger [patient, reflective, forgiving]. This is not an easy task, especially for an impulsive extrovert such as myself. The person that is able to choose to keep their mouth shut, carefully and thoughtfully listen, be patient and reflective instead of bursting out in anger, and forgive those that have wronged them, is a very wise and virtuous individual. I want to reap the good that comes from choosing these attitudes. How about you?

How have you reaped the choices you have sown?

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The Sojourn


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The Sojourn – double Haiku on mixed media

First of all, let me say a big HELLO!!! I’m back from my travels and looking forward to getting the creative juices flowing again. 🙂


Would you consider your time here – your earthly life – a sojourn?

Sojourn: A temporary stay (noun); To stay somewhere temporarily (verb)

I love what Temple Grandin (one of the first individuals on the autism spectrum to publicly share insights from her personal experience of autism) said when confronted with the issue of death. A horse had died, and she asked, “Where’d he go?”

It may sound funny, but really is an existential question that we all face. Where do we go when our bodies die?

As for me, I believe that who I really am, returns to my maker once my body dies. My stay here really is temporary.

Unfortunately, we live in a world that is full of darkness. A mountain of madness and a plethora of ugliness happens daily. All-over-the-world.

I am thankful though, that I have big shoulders to rest between. That place of rest is a place of provision and security. My maker remembers that I am but dust, and He is perfect in every way. He provides me with pockets of silence and peace amid all the chaos.

Do you consider your time on Earth a sojourn?

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Security


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Security – Poem on mixed media

One of the definitions of security is “feeling safe, stable, and free from fear or anxiety.”

How secure are you in who you are? I used to be very insecure. A lot of that came out of my childhood, and living with an alcoholic father that I feared constantly.

Today though, I am secure. I have a great husband and two beautiful children that are healthy and happy. I live in a warm sunny place that does wonders for the serotonin levels in my brain. I have a roof over my head, friends and faith. I also have purpose and peace in my heart.

Even though I am no longer a spring chicken, and the days of my youth have passed, I’m ok with that. No problem at all. My security and contentment do not rest in what others make of me. My importance isn’t in how I look or what I can do. It lies in something far deeper than passing things. It lies in something eternal.

Do you struggle with insecurity? Are you content with who you are? Where does your worth and security lie?

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A Beautiful Thing


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A Beautiful Thing – Poem on mixed media

Have you ever seen a crimson rose? I have only seen them in photos, but never in real life. They are beautiful and have a deep, rich color. So deep that sometimes they can even resemble the color of blood.

It’s meaning is two-way, signifying loss, death and mourning, as well as rebirth and love. It makes me think of a love that is committed and passionate. One that is willing to sacrifice for the good of another. One that is even willing to die for another. This type of love is a rare and beautiful thing.

Have you ever experienced a love like that?

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Gonna Be Worth It – Song


Ok, this is very out of character for me, but heck! You only live once, right. Tonight I got the wildest idea to record a song by Rita Springer, upload it and post it. My daughter (6 years old) recorded it, and started recording long before I was ready. Hahaha. So don’t mind the delay in starting, and me telling my son to get into the shower. Please note that I am very, but very out of practice at both singing and guitar, so bear with me.

This video is actually dedicated to my longest-standing blogging bud, Rob, from The V-Pub.

Have a wonderful weekend.

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Writers, Bloggers, and Poets, Oh My!


I just wanted to share this honour I’ve received by the beautiful Vashti, over at ‘The Writer Next Door’. She wrote such sweet words about me and my blog. Please take a moment to check out her blog.

The Writer Next Door

Hello my friends! I’d like to introduce you to some of my favorite bloggers. Maybe you can take some time to visit their blogs. I’m sure you will fall in love with at least one of these wonderfully creative people.

*Spotlighted today are a wonderful group of writers, poets, photographer, and bloggers that are sure to please.

A God Colored Girl in a Grey World staci-The Writer Next Door-Vashti Q

On this blog you’ll see many pretty illustrations and the most amazing poetry created by Staci Lys. I really enjoy visiting this blog, it always puts me in the best of moods. I’ve often told her that I’d like to frame her work and put it on my wall. I have to be careful though, because I can easily lose track of time when visiting. I love it. 😉

the-quiet-journey-poetry-Vashti Q-Staci LysThe Quiet Journey (Monotetra) by Staci Lys

 Author/Translator Olga

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