The Fine Art of Tapering Off

My candle burns at both ends, it will not last the night,

But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends, it gives a lovely light

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Who doesn't love candles? They are a beautiful luxury for us. They speak of love and light, and times gone by. We are still mesmerized by the flickering flame. You can look into the flame and see a reflection of times gone by. Candles are ever present in literature and films, used as props or eloquent metaphors. We are saddened when we hear "some one's flame has gone out", and instructed not to "hide our light under a bushel". There are times when every good candles needs to "taper off", so why not use a Hammersly fine bone china Candle Snuff. You will find them at Cottage Violet's .

For a slight change of subject I want to wish everyone a Happy Easter. For Christians ,(I fit in that category) Resurrection Day is the most important day of all. The day our Lord laid down his life for us. Here is a little picture of an Easter basket filled with my favorite collection of pinkeeps. They were made by Andie Bee (Andrea Ferguson) of The Brown Bee Designs. She is a little maker girl full of spunk and gypsy longings.Visit her once in awhile for wonderful surprises.

"There is not enough darkness in the world to put out the light of even one small candle"

Robert Alden

Easter Blessings, Theresa

OMGosh, I Am Mr. Mom!!!

Do you remember the movie Mr. Mom? He lost his job, wallowed in self pity, let it all go, found himself, organized his surroundings and his life, and in the end regained all he had lost and more.

Yup, that's me, well, without the Mr. title. I quit my stress permeated job (circumstances personal), cried, wallowed in self pity, yelled at God, made a mess of the holidays, came to grips with it all, and found myself. The self I had lost several years ago when I felt the gentle nudging that all was not well with my soul. Do you remember when he drives into the school entrance, and someone yell's "You're doing it wrong!" MMMhmmm, that was me. I was doing it wrong, trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. How about when he tells his son he needs to give up his little blanket or he'd end up strung out on comforters. That was me telling myself, give up the stress or you'll end up strung out on stress, and I was! It took two months of weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth to realize I am now where I want to be. Back in partnership with God, nurturing a faith that was sadly neglected. It's a new year, and my circumstances haven't changed, but my life has. Faith renewed, I am looking forward to a year of learning, prospering, working, and most important of all, learning how to BE! I hope all of you have learned your lessons faster than old me. I was always do, do, doing. Now I want to spend some time learning just to BE.

Here's a bit of whimsy for you:

To be is to do ~ Plato

To do is to be ~ Socrates

Do be Do be do ~ Sinatra

What do you choose?

Blessings,

Theresa