lifefullyinhabited

Some beautiful things I noticed this weekend:

Changing bedding from flannel to cotton

Dragging out summer clothes.  In March! (and they fit!)

A new bird’s nest under the porch rafters

The earth oozing with life: bugs, birds, bunnies, buds

Warm days, cool nights, low humidity, sunshine:  my favorite weather!

All my houseplants are sporting new leaves and really leaning toward the light from nearby windows

Buying potting soil and pansies.  In March! 

Some people this weekend were worrying about whether the weather would hold.  Will we get snow again?  Will this last?  Is it really spring?  Summer? 

I don’t really care, I tried to fully inhabit the beauty that surrounded me each and every moment. 

I hope you did too!

Blessings, Vicki

This weekend, I am planning to fill up a basket with little beautiful things.  Not a literal basket.  I am just going to try to notice all the beautiful things in life that surround me.  In my normal round of daily life, I screech past at top speed and I just don’t see. 

For example, when I woke up today it was still dark outside.  As I let the dog out, I took a few minutes to sit outside and stargaze.  That sight is a little beauty that will go in my basket. 

Sipping coffee this morning in the spare room, in my compfy morning reading chair, I noticed the dog building a little nest on the daybed.  She settled in and really slept soundly, completely surrounded with little throw blankets.  It was a little beauty to go in my basket. 

So, I will be busy this weekend, looking around, noticing the world around me.  I’ll check back in on Monday with a full basket to share.

Hope everyone has a basketful weekend,too!

Blessings, Vicki

I apologize to the world for baring my pasty white unshaven, unmoisturized legs today.  But it is March. In Milwaukee, Wisconsin.  And its been unseasonably warm all week.  Today it is sunny and 65 degrees. 

So, I am on my 2nd floor porch laying on cushion, in my capri pajama bottoms, soaking up the sunshine.  It is not a pretty site, these almost 53 year old legs.  They almost look like fake legs, they’re so pathetically pale. 

Yet, these legs are all mine.  I have lived in them a long time.  They have carried me around.  We’ve danced together, swam together, ridden bikes together, walked, skipped, rocked fussy babies.  So what if my knees look like shrunken heads?  We’ve bent under the weight of the world together.

My life is not a beauty contest, it is an endurance run.  I think my legs will hold up well.  And by the end of the day they may start to look more like real human legs.  Anyway, my legs and I are really enjoying the feel of sunshine connecting with skin.

This wonderful feeling makes my life feel full today. 

Blessings, Vicki

There is something so pure about a fresh coat of paint, something so elegant.  A wall in a house is something I usually take for granted.  Until it is so dirty and dingy.  Then I feel the urge to paint it.  A freshly painted wall I never take for granted.

My wall, she stood there, elegantly showling off her new silky gown.  It was call “Westhighland White”, designed by SherwinWilliams.  The glossy new gown was understated, yet nobody could pass by without silently wondering “where can I get one just like it?”

I can’t take my eyes off that wall now.  I have already forgotten the old color, the old smudges, the old nail holes.  A fresh coat of paint is like spring, a rebirth.  A do-over. 

I wish I could be a wall and get a new coat of paint.  I want a glossy, silky, pure new layer.  I want my old smudges forgotten.  I would like a do-over.

The ancient wisdom calls:  “Come now, let us reason together.  Though your (old smudges) be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow.”  The ancient wisdom is as fresh today.  The Lord promises a fresh start. 

I like that.  I want to fully embrace a life with fresh starts.  I want to fully inhabit a life with ancient brand-new wisdom. 

I hope you do too!

Blessings, Vicki