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
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.
"Let us not make our girls believe from a very young age that their worth is based only on their appearance," the author of the report, former sports minister and current senator Chantal Jouanno, said in an interview with free French daily "20 Minutes" last year.
A Minor Bird
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.
Life is short, but there is always time enough for courtesy.
Jackson Pollock - Number 1, 1950 (Lavender Mist)
oil on canvas - 1950
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!