Wednesday, December 30, 2009


Today I tidied up after the grandkids visit, exercised and started cleaning the office, uh, I mean the studio. I have started to-do lists of everything from mopping the floor, to making a will, to visiting a new gallery in town. I worked up the budget and balanced the checking account. And I remembered to feed the dog.

I am mighty pleased with progress towards taking charge of what I am responsible for; I could just stand on the porch and yell it out to the passing traffic....... Maybe I've been drinking too much coffee.

Three Reason's to Clean House...

1. I had the satellite repairman here tromping all over the house except the bedroom and bathroom. He could see the dirty house!! Yikes!!
2. That unexpected guests stopped in. Because they locked themselves out of their truck and had to wait for the locksmiths, they even saw the bathroom. Double Yikes!! At least I have cleaned the sink and toilet recently. Phew.
3. Because I live here! Pets and grandchildren don't care.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

The Joy of Living

"...I occasionally balk at taking the necessary steps to move ahead, and find myself resisting the very actions that could bring about the joy I want. I would not resist if those actions did not touch some vulnerable area of my life, an area that needs hope and fulfillment. Repeated exposure to joyfulness has a way of softening the hard, outer edges of my ego..." Daily Reflections p. 372

Darn, I could have written this!! I have some hard edges that I refuse to surrender to the Father--why I don't know, but I am sure more will be revealed.


The first goal is to clean the house, starting with the studio. I have started calling this room the studio to inspire me; I always thought it was pretentious, and referred to it as the office since it fills that function too. Actually it is the TV, sewing and scrapbooking room among other things, but it is also where the drawing board is, so from here on out it is the studio. Anyway it needs cleaning and decluttered.

But today is a grandchildren sleepover... I have been neglecting that lately too-- the sleepovers, so that is a very important job today. Maybe I will teach them to play Skipbo.

Monday, December 28, 2009

I'm Ready to Fly

I've been here grounded far too long
I'm ready to see the open wide
Ready to sing a different song
I've seen my troubles 'long the way
I want to sail towards the sun
I want to turn another page

You've told me I could rise above
Like an eagle on the wind
I can glide upon Your love
But I feel the pull of gravity
And it's a weight upon my shoulders
I can't stay here any longer
I've gotta be free

And it's been so long
Since I've seen the bright morning sun
Through the early morning horizon
And it's been so long
Since I've felt the air under my wings
And seen all of these things from above

I'm on my way
I'm ready to fly,
I'm ready to soar
I'm ready to leave this world behind.
I'm ready to open up the doorI'm ready to fly,
I'm ready to spread my wings across the sky
I think it's time
I'm ready to go
I'm ready to fly.

by FFH

Rebuilding my Life

I started off in my blog experience by sending off a post with only the title before I had a chance to write anything!! Oh well...

The object of this blog is to chronicle my new life. It is time to rebuild my life after being widowed last June. The AA Big Book says, "We stood at the turning point..." I have been drfting at the turning point for some time not sure of what my options are and where to go. I have been lacking confidence and motivation. I haven't been taking care of things-- I let the plants in this room die because I kept forgetting to water them and sometimes I forget to feed the dog. I am a neat freak living in a dirty house, and an artist who hasn't created in over a year. My joints hurt because I sit and stare off into space instead of exercising.

So hopefully by keeping a blog, I can be accountable to myself and to anyone else who wants to check in on me. It won't always be pretty, but I assure you, it will be real.

So stay tuned.....

Rebuilding my Life