May 9, 2010
My first post.
My first disclaimer.
In that post so many years ago, there is no picture, only one paragraph. There were no "followers" to read it. There were no welcoming comments.
I recently listened to a HopeWriter's podcast on if and when the writer might need to "pivot", change direction. I've thought about it a lot lately, but then when I read my opening statement I'm still pretty fond of my beginning direction. Today I might tweak it a bit... I've given up on perfection.
My passion is to find the beauty, the blessings, in the ordinary.... a kitchen experiment, a good book, a beautiful flower, a garden visitor, a trip with my husband or an outing with my grandchildren.
We live in a stress filled broken world. It seems everyone is thirsty for something that unbeknownst to most of us is just under our nose. My hope is through sharing my journey, my faith, I give you something to make you smile, and maybe ponder.
Thank you for visiting.
Thank you for staying.
I write for me, but you keep me encouraged.
My first post.
My first disclaimer.
In that post so many years ago, there is no picture, only one paragraph. There were no "followers" to read it. There were no welcoming comments.
I recently listened to a HopeWriter's podcast on if and when the writer might need to "pivot", change direction. I've thought about it a lot lately, but then when I read my opening statement I'm still pretty fond of my beginning direction. Today I might tweak it a bit... I've given up on perfection.
My passion is to find the beauty, the blessings, in the ordinary.... a kitchen experiment, a good book, a beautiful flower, a garden visitor, a trip with my husband or an outing with my grandchildren.
We live in a stress filled broken world. It seems everyone is thirsty for something that unbeknownst to most of us is just under our nose. My hope is through sharing my journey, my faith, I give you something to make you smile, and maybe ponder.
Thank you for visiting.
Thank you for staying.
I write for me, but you keep me encouraged.
I always look forward to your posts, Bonnie. It is always a sweet, quiet (so much noise out there) reading which often inspires me.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! I can't tell you how much your kind words mean. I hope all is well with you. Hugs!
ReplyDeleteOh dear Bonnie, I'm SO happy to see you here again - and thanks for leaving the comment today as I start posting on my recent Sicily/Malta trip - I just been back a week.
ReplyDeleteYour words here definitely resonate - I feel exactly like you regarding "finding beauty and blessings in the ordinary in this sad and broken world." Funny thing is though, in my travels I see that there are so many lovely places where people do live so differently from what we seem to have to contend with in our more modern and pretentious lifestyles. A fishing village in Italy where even a small ship full of happy tourists is unable to dock at the port as it is so small, brings one to a standstill as you watch normal, simple life unfold with the arrival of just another lovely day without so many of the trappings we have bridled ourselves with. I want to live like that again too - and this year I'm going to make changes!
Keep posting - you always write so well.
Hugs - Mary
Mary, Thank you so much for your kind words. I look forward to more of your travel posts. The fishing village sounds charming. While I am sure they have their own challenges, wouldn't it be nice to turn off and slow down. Again thanks for visiting. Hugs!
Delete"I write for me, but you keep me encouraged." exactly, you always say things so eloquently, you always read my mind!!
ReplyDeletewe share many of the same passions and values, we live a simple, rewarding life. i love our lives!!! have a wonderful sunday!!!
Happy May 9 Anniversary . . .
ReplyDeleteSuch a blessing to have met you . . .
You light me up with your thoughts, reads, wisdom, more . . .
Love ~
Lynne
I had to go back and read the May 9 entry titled . . . I Begin . . .
ReplyDeleteI also read your piece about Strawberries, fresh ones . . .
Loved it . . . leaving it here for others to read . . .
FRESH STRAWBERRIES
When I first began writing this, I thought I was going to write on exercise, and how I started Jazzercise tonight. But as I sit here finishing off the Arkansas strawberries we got at the farmer's market, I started thinking these really are the best strawberries ever. I know it isn't that they are "Arkansas" berries, but that they are local berries. They really aren't the best ever. The best ever strawberries came from my grandfather's backyard garden. PapPaw lived in Nashville, Tennesse and I lived in Louisiana. We would go to visit for a week or two every summer. When we first walked into his house the first thing I ask, "PapPaw you got any strawberries this year". Sometimes we would be too late, other times too early; most of the time he would reply, "Sugar, I have just enough left for you". He was known for his strawberries and his tomatoes. My aunt liked to say he kept all the "widow ladies" supplied with summer vegetables. He grew things for the love of growing. So as I eat this last strawberry (and hoping they are still around next weekend), I think of a humble man, who loved to grow things for the love of growing and sharing. He really did grow the best strawberries ever. And yes, he called me Sugar. This one's for you PapPaw!
Dear Bonnie I know I am always so pleased to come visit your blog. Happy anniversary a bit late. Looking forward to many more of your posts. Hugs!
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