The Secret Life of Bees

I don't know if it was the setting in the south that spoke so clearly to my heart or maybe the pull on a mother's heart. But I really enjoyed watching this film. It made me reminisce to a time when I lived in a town of 300 and found wonder in the midst of a simple life.

It made me want to own a big piece of land and enjoy each sunset. It reminded me of this deep love that I now hold for my daughter. It amazes me that she has been in my life for two and a half years, but I have a deep well of love for her. A love that sometimes cannot be adequately described, but felt beyond the expanse of the horizon.

The story revolves around a girl who feels unloved. I know that there are many children that feel that way and this story truly takes you on a journey to remind us that blood may not bring us what we want. But life sometimes does. It comes in a different form. Bottom line: it makes me want to love more and have a retreat from the crazy busy life.

I can't say though I've found a new passion for bees. I have a friend who is endeared to them. I still hold a bit of fear and probably would get seriously stung. But this was an incredible film with a very big heart.

Intersection of Seasons.

What inspires me?

The intersection of seasons. I was tooling around in my head about the trees that have blossomed on my street. One day white with blossoms then several days later metamorphosis into a full green tree. You see an intersection of seasons with the white leaving and the green appearing.

I personally have always been a fan of four distinct seasons. Of course, I currently reside in in an area where the winter hangs on for quite a rainy season which does make me appreciate the momentary glimpses of other seasons.

There is something about the bud, birth, burn and bare seasons. Bud is the spring, fresh, new dawn and new day that appears after an empty winter. Birth is the summer and the result of the pretty bloom washed by the rays of sun. Burn is the autumn and the brilliant end of harmonious moment. Bare is the winter and the clearing the path for everything to start all over.


I love that each season brings something new. It reminds me that in life we have seasons and that it is important to glean what you need and let go of what you don't. Shorts in the winter does not always work.

Chocolate, Boehms Chocolate

What inspires me?

Boehms Chocolate. http://www.boehmscandies.com/ Specifically, their ice cream bars hand dipped in chocolate and covered with nuts. Oh, but it is much more than a spendiferous taste experience. Boehms offers a place to make a memory. A peaceful fountain nestles next to the candy shoppe surrounded by tall evergreens. It happens to be a beautiful setting to share your first chocolate lollipop.

INSPIRE

In an effort to make sense out of this blogging experience. I have determined that the umbrella of this free flow of world of thought should be housed under the word inspire.

Over the past several years, I slowly began to understand the word Inspire. I feel it is written on my heart. I find it is the one word that could explain the source of how I function.

Simply stated. Inspiration motivates me. It picks me up. I learn best when I'm inspired about a subject. I am passionated about something when it inspires me.

Webster's defines it as : to influence, move, or guide by divine or supernatural inspiration. Inspiration is defined as a divine influence or action on a person believed to qualify him or her to receive and communicate sacred revelation.

I know for many years, I defined who I was based on the creative spark that flows through my veins. But now I merely recognize the creative gift in my life that is designed to be a tool in order to inspire others.

My greatest inspiration comes from the ultimate Creator. One of my favorite descriptions of His creativity is shown Psalms 33:6 "The LORD merely spoke, and the heavens were created. He breathed the word, and all the stars were born." How great would it be to say a word and -BAM!- it appears.

Light itself to me has been a source of inspiration. Light was the first part that God created in the universe. I truly desire to be a light in the midst of darkness.

"Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven. Matthew 5:16

7th Year Anniversary

It all started off with a poem. I cannot believe that it has been seven years when it feels about three maybe four, but it has whisked past us.

In the beginning, it is all about the fire and passion and then you go through a few storms and realize that the concrete of your relationship may not be as exciting, but it is something that holds you together. Then you move to building your house together and you discover that some moments are sweeter than the fire that burned early in your relationship. Then you reach a place where deep calls unto deep and you discover a deep water in your relationship that carries weight and moves your heart. Above all, I understand the statement, "I love my husband more than when I first married him". That is so true.

Now that we have a lovely, darling baby girl. Prior to Isabella coming on the scene, dates were good. But now I cherish all my times alone with my husband. We had our first three nights away from our 19 month old daughter. It was refreshing, exciting and liberating. I did miss her dearly and she seemed to have changed upon my return. However, we needed this trip.

We spent it at Friday Harbor in a private home on the south side of the island on the water. It was spectacular to enjoy the wildlife from the grazing deer, soaring eagle, rascally raccoon and energetic hummingbirds. The first day, we celebrated our 7th anniversary at a little restaurant called Vinnie's. Parker tasted his first creme brulee since he went on a mandatory diet from his doctor. The second day, we did everything from shopping, visiting a vineyard, driving about the island, hiking to a light house and watching Tiger win the open. The third day, we did nothing. We were in our pajamas until five. We puttered around the house, read books, prayed, talked and ate Ezekiel bread for the first time. Then had a leisurely dinner at Downriggers. It was delightful to stay up late and sleep in late. On our final day, we packed up and headed out. As we waited for the ferry, I sipped lavender chamomile tea with lavender banana bread. A nice treat to end a wonderful anniversary.