Sleeping

Under a blanket of sparkling diamonds, the garden awaits the invitation to burst forth!

I look out my window and see glittering diamonds, sparkling back at me from the sunshine and snow.

My favourite herb garden laying asleep under a blanket of snow. Lying in wait for warm temperatures to grow.

And I dream and I plan with giddy delight, of flowers, and flavors, of spicy delights.

I long for the days of sunshine, and heat, and feeling the dirt squish under my feet.

My first orders of seeds await on my desk. Pencil and paper and calendar, to plan for the very best.

Maybe this year will be the one I see in my head. Not a weed in the garden, packed full of beauty and bounty instead.

But back to reality on this cold winter day, it is fun to let my imagination out to play.

Small victory, day two

A few simple pleasures

The temperature was bitter today, and my foot and ankle were screaming. I have been feeling muscle fatigue and aches and pains from the after Christmas junk food hangover!

I had been dreaming of a hot, Epsom salt, baking soda, and eucalyptus bubble bath for a week. Of course I never did have one, because my list of tasks were long and important, and “later” hadn’t come. Until now!

I took my time to super heat some water, gather my most comfortable clothing, find a relaxing spa music playlist, get my favourite magazine, a face cloth for cold splashes, a Mason jar of ice cold water to drink, filling the tub to the overflow with tonnes of fragrant bubbles. Then I moved my daughters tree and used the stand as a spot I could comfortably reach my treasures. There, oops, dimmed the lights. Ahhh.

At last the moment when I could step over the side of the bath, and slowly melt into the water, pulling the bubbles up around my chin to smell the refreshing aroma.

I was able to lay there in comfort, feeling the aches slowly dissolve from my body, along with the stress and strain.

For more than an hour, total healing peace as I turned through the magazine I have been longing to enjoy.

My mind absorbed the photos, and stories and quotes. As I turned the luxuriously thick pages, I was transported to whimsical places many miles away, in many different times and situations. Joy stirred in the rekindling of my imagination.

For a time I was away. What beauty is thrust on the world, when a soul decides to let their stories and perspectives flow out through a pen. What treasures await for the soul that picks up the writings and allows themselves to be transported away to joyous, or sad, or exotic places.

As duty started sneaking in to my consciousness, I finished the list I was reading and turned my mind onto a cleansing sugar scrub, and a thorough rinse. Enjoying just a few more minutes of spa life.

Warm fluffy towels then comfy, slouch clothes. Facing the door, to open it would find me back in reality, my children awaiting my return. I was thankful and ready.

Stepping back into my beautiful, colourful life, I felt renewed again. Another victory!

Permission or forgiveness hmmm

More beautiful because of the friends that watched it with me.

I would like to write a series of blogs about some of my beautiful friends. Why I think they are incredible, about their amazing talents, what they have taught me, etc, etc.

All day I have been debating whether to just write and go or if I should ask first.

But if I ask first and the words don’t flow through my pen…

But if I ask then it might put pressure on me to follow through.

My friends add colour and joy and sparkle to my life. My friends help me feel Colour-Fully-Alive.

I love ya girls!