Some down time where it is very quiet

I am rejuvenating myself this week by reading and I began a lovely post but it’s not finished and I’m not pushing myself because I realize that a new path I’m meandering down has very little to do with pushing and a lot to do with imagining and waiting. That doesn’t mean I won’t be painting–my goodness –I’ll probably be painting more than ever. And I will reveal what I am learning through taking this quirky little path the first of next week at my usual blog time. This path is quiet and peaceful and powerful and very rejuvenating.   I love you guys! ❤

The Joy and Rest of Empty Space

You know that feeling you have when you do something challenging and you did your very best and folks were kind enough to agree that what you did was good?

Thats how I feel today!

However, the counselory side of me knows that previous sentence is all about thoughts–not really naming my exact feelings–just thoughts about these feelings.

And I’m picky about deciding whether something is a thought or a feeling because I know that if I want to keep the good feelings going I need to name them and agree with myself and God and the Universe that these are feelings I want to keep.

Ergo the figuring out of these exact actual feelings is going to happen . . . right now.

Hmmmm . . . maybe satisfied,

encouraged,

amazed,

relieved,

peaceful ( a lot) ,

joyful,

relaxed (a lot),

thankful (a lot),

and happily curious.

If you look at the display of pictures above you might wonder why I named this diddy “The joy and rest of empty spaces.”

I draw your attention to the last pic of the group. It’s my lovely  kitchen counter where I’ve been painting almost non-stop for the last 8 weeks– cleared off, cleaned off and available for

enjoying the comforting ritual of folding my colorful cloth napkins right out of the dryer,

and being grateful for

just about everything.

Thank you sweet friends who read these posts, enjoy my paintings, and join me in celebrating beauty.

Have I told you lately?

I love you guys. ❤

 

 

 

 

 

Art Cabinet Reveal:

Finished!!

All shabby and chic

and in it’s proper location.

Yesterday, I organized my art supplies into my beautiful new cabinet!  Everything fits perfectly!

It’s so satisfying to have it all at my fingertips, and to be able to close it away so that it won’t ruffle my sensitive sensibilities!  🙂

 

 

Here it  is open and full of  art making tools.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And here are the gorgiferous ceramic knobs that I swiped from a piece of furniture that will soon find a new home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The only thing left is to get longer screws for attaching the knobs to gussy up the doors as well.

Whew!

And now I’m going to take a break . . .

from blogging over the Christmas holidays . . .

and allow myself some empty space to recharge my batteries . . . (and finish some paintings I’ve been working on and wrap some Christmas presents.)

I’ll be back in January with vim and vigor.

My grandmother Huntley used to say vim and vigor–I know what vigor is and I’ve always assumed that vim was somewhat the same–first time I’ve ever thought about it though.

Uncle Bobby, if you’re out there, do you know?

Anyhoo, that’s what I’ll be back with!! Vim and Vigor!

Please all of you have a peaceful, joyful, warm on the inside kind of holiday season and thank you for reading these bits as I ramble down pathways searching for beauty.

Love ❤ ❤ ❤

Margaret

 

 

 

 

 

 

Guess what? I wasted so much time today I didn’t finish my blog post

Yesterday  I took the day off from blogging.

I suspect that the most valuable and full of wonder things happen for us are on the days when we feel the least productive, least focused, least intent on making the world a better place-hah!–days of resting, dreaming, piddling, chatting, biking, eating, and so on and so on.  All of which I did yesterday.

In my dream state I decided what story I will write for you next week:  It’s  called

“Fuzz L Furr and Why I Paint.”

It’s a pretty, pretty  good little story about a kitty we used to have back in the day–sort of–we sort of had him–he sort of had us–by the name of Fuzz L. Furr and how good ole Fuzz inspires me to paint.

No picture of Fuzz L.  Sorry, he was camera shy.

Hugs, Margaret