Renovation...?

Hey! The shop is going to get a revamp pretty soon, and I think the blog is going to get one too. Are there things you like or dislike? Are there specific items you would like to see in my shop? I welcome your feedback, so don't be shy! 

Hey everyone! Sorry it's been a while! I've been into all kinds of things this summer! I got the garden started up, which I need to post pictures of. Kevin (my amazing husband) built not one but two awesome fences around our separate garden plots to keep the dogs and kids out. I have also started growing moss indoors, some of which I bought on Amazon, some of which I collected myself in American Fork Canyon. I have been helping Kevin design a terrarium out of an old commercial jewelry case. It's about 100 gallons, and it's goung to be amazing when it's finished. We are planning to use live plants and include a waterfall for a black rat snake.

I've gotten back into cross stitch the past couple weeks since I've been sick. I found this awesome site for patterns! It's free to register, and if you refer your friends, you can get all the patterns you could ask for! Here's the url: http://cross-stitchers-club.com/?code_avantage=xvlnfx . My user is nimblehand48, so you can ad me as a reference and we both get rewards!

Hopefully I'll get pictures up of my adventures this summer!

Anticipation

The cold is coming, I can feel it. Time for sweaters and boots. Time for scarves snug and warm, hats of all colors and shapes. Fall is here, though it seems so fleeting. Soon, Christmas. I wait in anticipation, a child trying to sit still as the season unfolds before me. Full of ice crystals, homes all a glow, music in the air, hearts full of cheer. I dream of the cold nipping at my nose, waking me from the slumber that was the summer heat. There is joy in every season, things to celebrate in every weather. But the cold is coming, and I am alive once more.

Will You?

Came to me last night, so I jotted it down...

If I asked you,
Would you take my hand
And lead me out of the blue?
Don't let me sink into the sand.
I've been too long in the dark
Where heartbreak and love
Are wonderful but leave their mark.
Questioning what I thought was true
And wandering in this dreary land,
If I asked you,
Would you take my hand?

Window to My Soul

Your whisper glides across my heart
Smooth ripples in the stream.
You hold me close
Almost as if I were going to fade,
A tattered and care-worn memory.
Your lips brush mine ever so softly,
The morning dew bestowed upon a blooming rose.

I look into your eyes,
Seeing worlds more than everyone else.
No one believes what you see,
But I know who lives beneath the mask.
The walls that you built are gone,
Fallen, never to rebuild.

You look into my soul,
And I am a bird flying beyond the horizon.
You see more in me than I knew was there.
Fitting your fingers between mine,
You fill the space perfectly,
And my heart is whole once more.

"Together" March 25, 2010


Time is flying through our fingers,
And we can't grasp it tight enough.
You and me, against it all.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.

There are spaces between my fingers,
Where yours fit perfectly.
Nothing to say, when you hold me close,

You are everything, if only mine for tonight.

Tonight, and tonight, and tonight.

Looking at you, when you look at me,

My heart races, my head spins.

You touch me, the world falls away,

There is only you and me, against it all.

Together, and together, and together.


"Loving You" March 31, 2010


I will be there
For you alone I care,
I will stand by you
When you feel blue.
To you I love to listen
My eyes often glisten,
You open your heart,
Trusting me is a start.
I look into your eyes

My heart always flies,

You hold me tight

It all just feels right.

 

Each New Day

The weather is getting warm, just warm enough to step out lacking a jacket. It makes me a little giddy, and I discover a greater happiness. It's as though the warmth of the sun's smiles and the caresse of the rain's tears are healing my soul, one new day at a time. I find in myself a keener desire to love others, and find again the individual that I am becoming.

Alaska

I wrote this October 22nd, 2007. I found it recently in some old stuff, and so I decided I'd post it. Enjoy!

I stopped on the side of the road, in the drizzle. There are bushes right up to the pavement, as though they were going to grow over it. The wild blueberries, endless layers of them, are ripe. As I pluck and pull them off their seemingly safe havens, they shed cool rain drops into my cupped hands. I slip a blueberry into my mouth, and savor the pure natural tartness. Jack Frost has not got the chance to sweep in and add the sugar to these. When I rise to look for more, I marvel at the view. This brush appears everlasting. I am situated on a hill, and in the lowlands below, placed quietly as the history it holds, a marsh. A bull moose with his magnificent array stands in the water, eating pond grass. Like a soldier about to meet his fate and join the rest of his kind, he prepares for battle, stuffing himself and gorging on a humble feast of greens. I can hear the rain, and the seldom splash of tires on the road way, a few feet off from where I stand on the edge of civilization. I can smell the berries, and the rain falling all around me. I eat more blueberries, and smile as I think of the moose down below and how he must be enjoying himself. On the horizon, mountains rise ferociously from the marsh. They guard this wonderful, soggy land from that which would destroy it in smothering love. The mountains almost say, “Respect us, and we shall respect you.” There is snow sprinkled on their ancient faces. I ponder the powerful forces that organized these towers of olden rock, and how trivial my existence is.

"Summer" July 23, 2009

The air gets thick and hot,
The clouds roll in,
And I get excited.
The cicadas sing their song,
The thunder rolls,
And dusk begins to settle.
I sit, pondering and thinking,
Of all that this earth is.
It begins to rain,
Soft and quiet at first,
And I open my mouth to taste.
Then it is a torrent that
Sends one images
Of wrath in the heavens.
So I take shelter,
Fearing the tiny darts that
Threaten me with their wetness.
The noise is intense,
As the trees shout to one another
Of their impending doom.
For a while, I sit
As the thoughts shout to one another.
Forever it seems, but
After a while,
The world is quiet.
I can smell the wet earth,
Clean and new,
As the birds begin again their song.
The clouds clear,
And the sunset emerges
After the storm.

A poem from Jan 16- Walking

I was out walking, thinking about life, and God, and all that, and this came to me.

The cold breeze through the lifeless grass
My breath in front of me
The snow underneath my boots
And I walk.

By myself in this wonderland
Everything white
Everything quiet
And I think.

So much on my mind
A world of things I don't know
The art of living I've yet to learn
And I pray.

The Lord knows my struggle
He is there always
To help in my direst need.
And I smile.

And so I walk,
And I think,
And I pray,
And I smile.