Anna Elise Ginn

Musings. Trinkets and Trifles. Sweet Nothings

“If we learn to open our hearts, anyone, including the people who drive us crazy, can be our teacher.” — Pema Chödrön

Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations? Who can spread his hours before him, saying, “This for God and this for myself; This for my soul and this other for my body?”

—The Prophet. Religion 

Spring // Community Supported Herbalism Share

It has been a while!

1. Andrew and I celebrated our one year at the beach with Saltwater Taffy in every flavor, Chicho’s spicy pizza, and a bottle of wine. We snuggled up under layers on our balcony to watch a puppy chase a flock of seagulls and see the sunrise over the Atlantic. 

2. We flash moved to the Richmond area in late August and are currently living in Olde Town in our one bedroom dream loft. Our outings are most typically Sunday afternoons at the VMFA or a Saturday morning walk to our local coffee shop. 

3. I can’t wait for spring! I have been researching the vernal equinox and I am so excited to see God’s creation through refreshed eyes. I am so excited to mirror the creativity and energy of spring. I am looking forward to living in the change. I can’t wait for the scale of light and darkness to be balanced and then continually tip in favor of the light. I linked the Portland Apothecary Spring share to this post just in case you want to start looking into a ritual you can practice this spring! Just click Spring // Community Supported Herbalism Share above. 

4. I am learning (struggling with) patience in my personal life. 

Romans 5:3-5 “Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.”

5. Did you pick a word to guide or represent this new year? We are focusing on hope. 

A Minor Bird 
Robert Frost 
I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door 
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.

A Minor Bird 

Robert Frost 

I have wished a bird would fly away,

And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door 

When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.

The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something wrong

In wanting to silence any song.

(via littletownlinds)

slcvisualresources:

Jackson Pollock - Number 1, 1950 (Lavender Mist)oil on canvas - 1950

slcvisualresources:

Jackson Pollock - Number 1, 1950 (Lavender Mist)
oil on canvas - 1950

Five Things

1. Kicking off the Holiday Season with the Moscow Ballet and Katie time tonight.

2. Engagement ring re-sized and bands ordered. 74 days!

3. Dawes-When My Time Comes.


4. Exactly one month from today I will be enjoying New Orleans with Andrew. on the list of stops to make: Cafe Du Monde for a beignet, Magazine St. art galleries to pick a piece for the house, and a stop at the St. James Cheese Shop before heading back to Baton Rouge to polish off the King Cake.

5. Pouring a coffee and running out the door to hit the road!

*5. Really the 5th thing on my mind is that my paycheck is coming on Friday. I need some money in the bank!