My house is messy. It was only cleaned yesterday but it remains messy. There are books piled here and there, projects started and stashed away, and beloved items that won't be thrown away but have yet to find a "home" in our house.
It seems I can't keep up with it, so the messiness remains here and there and it just gets cleaned around.
On Monday, our daughter leaves for an extended vacation with some friends. I keep wondering if I should take some of that "free" time (haha...she is 18 years old!) and tackle some big cleaning project and do a little decorating, or develop some feng shui. But then I remember what I read about feng shui. One of the original uses of feng shui was to orient tombs in China. Tombs. That seems so unappealing and contrary to to living - the messy, breathing, living that goes on in my home.
Maybe I will start another project....like painting.
Well, I did it. I took the writer's challenge at a blog that I have been lurking around for some time. I found this blog through Laura at Wellblog 's place and have been enthralled ever since. I have dabbled in poetry on and off. Written some invitations, cards, and even a few song lyrics (for fun) but have been hesitant to post any. (roaring lion? see below post ) With the encouragement of a friend, I decided to take the challenge on L.L.Barkat's blog, in a lesson on seeing. I chose a subject that is cherished, a memory that was real and something close to my heart. The beach. Many, many days were spent at the beach in the 12 years I lived on the Southern Virginia coast. The memories are real, and when.......... I close my eyes and I can still see the beach. The endless spans of water Sometimes blue, green, or gray. It moves Gently and Violently Bubbles rise and falling forward. On and on. I close my eyes and I can still hear the crash Of tidal movement As earth slowly spi...
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