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Two 4 Tuesday

In Alzheimers, Matthew, Shelburne Museum, Two 4 Tuesday on August 31, 2010 at 2:21 pm

This is a hand-made wall hanging, in honor of the maker’s family member who suffered from Alzheimer’s; being one of many displayed at the Shelburne Museum during the months of May through October.

Walking in and being surrounded by such heart-pouring art really touched me. As I reviewed each piece, tears flowed from my eyes. My faith assures me that those who knew The Lord while their memory’s were strong, continue to know Him on the inside as they live with this disease; whether or not we (on the outside) are able to see or understand. I trust Him in that ♥

Matthew 5:8 reminds us…”God blesses those whose hearts are pure, for they will see God.”

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Mosaic Monday

In Mosaic Monday on August 30, 2010 at 4:57 pm

Visit Mary at the Dear Little Red House for Mosaic Monday.

SOOC Sunday – Fungus

In Mushrooms, SOOC Sunday, Wood on August 29, 2010 at 7:10 pm

The guys were stacking wood, preparing for winter when my son came in to get me.
Where was I? I was making zucchini muffins (again-because that’s what we like).

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I had to bring the camera with me.

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Who, ever, would have thought that fungus could be so darned cute?!!

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And here are a few other “Straight Out Of The Camera” shots, from our wood pile,
that I thought I’d include on this fine Sunday afternoon:

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For by Him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible,
whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by Him and for Him.
-Colossians 1:16-

What becomes you?

In Deeper Thoughts, Inspirations, other bloggers on August 28, 2010 at 11:14 pm
Did you know that the longer you hold on to something, the more that it will become you?

We all carry feelings, signs such as that in the tree; feelings that lead us to certain ways of thinking and with some thoughts, we become burdened. Destruction feeds on negative thinking, whether we’re thinking badly of ourselves or of others; how we think can change who we are and how we see the world around us.

The same goes for positive thinking. Have you ever noticed that when you’ve thought of something positive, it’s as though a warm light has filled you within? The more we think positively, the more light will fill us.

What are the thoughts that you hold on to? Have you noticed that, through time, these thoughts have “become” you? And, really, what would you want to “become”?

“What do you mean, ‘If I can’?” Jesus asked. “Anything is possible if a person believes.” 
~ Mark 9:23 NLT~

I am joining the rest over at Spiritual Sundays where we are participating in the special Miracle Blog Party in celebration of Colette Gauthier’s experience with breast and bone cancer; and of how a special woman made a significant difference in her life. Visit The Katillac Shack to find out what the Miracle is all about and how you can use your sweet fingertips to bless another. You can also read about Colette’s story at Guideposts, where it was published.
The refreshed, Colette Gauthier

James Russell Lowell

In James Russell Lowell, Seasons on August 28, 2010 at 5:50 pm

The Fountain
Into the sunshine,
Full of light,
Leaping and flashing
From morn till night!
Into the moonlight,
Whiter than snow,
Waving so flower-like
When the winds blow!
Into the starlight,
Rushing in spray,
Happy at midnight,
Happy by day!
Ever in motion,
Blithesome and cheery,
Still climbing heavenward,
Never aweary –
Glad of all weathers,
Still seeming best,
Upward or downward,
Motion thy rest;-
Full of a nature
Nothing can tame,
Changed every moment,
Ever the same;-
Ceaseless aspiring,
Ceaseless content,
Darkness or sunshine
Thy element;-
Glorious fountain!
Let my heart be
Fresh, changeful, constant,
Upward, like thee!


Challenging Path

In My Poetry and Prose, PPP Featured Posts, PPP Prompts, Uncategorized on August 28, 2010 at 12:21 pm
It is a challenging path
This life that we live
Each step taken forward
Some back
Keeping eyes straight ahead
Stumbling rocks at our feet
Learning obstacles around us
We grow
Rest for a sweet moment
View life all about you
Sight hands reaching out for your strength
Encourage them
Sharing steps with another
Leading points from your view
Understanding new faith
Sweet release
Life’s path is inspiring
Not without care or hearts effort
Able forgiveness and love
Stand tall
At the top of the mountain
Find yourself to be true
A life worth the living
Your path

© Heather T
September 22, 2009

My contribution to a very inspiring photo at Pictures, Poetry & Prose.


In My Faith, My Poetry and Prose, PPP Prompts on August 28, 2010 at 11:37 am

When this was originally written, on July 10, 2009, there was a beautiful black and white photo over at Pictures, Poetry & Prose; which prompts with this title “I am…I am the rock.”

Since then, I thought that I’d repost this, along with my own photo.

When you wander through the darkness and find no one to hold
Remember that I AM
The days that fill your life with light and soul finds home
Remember that I AM
When you suffer with pain and find no relief to grasp
Remember that I AM
The time your body finds freedom and elasticity lasts
Remember that I AM

I AM the peace in your soul where you can find rest
I AM the hope stirring within you when put to the test
I AM the joy in your heart with every lightened moment
I AM the love which resides releasing you from torment


YOU are the One that settles my heart through every anxious day
I remember
YOU are the Potter who molds my life and shows me the way
I remember
YOU are the Father allowing me to clutch your mighty hand
I remember
YOU are the Song in my soul as I firmly stand
I remember


Of my life
I love YOU ©Heather TJuly 2009

Before and After Wednesday Morning

In My Children, school bus driving on August 28, 2010 at 11:23 am

It was the day before. Before what? You ask. The day before the first day of school. Well, not for all of my boys, but for the older two and for mommy. Mommy drives the school bus and because mommy drives the school bus, well, it was also little man’s first day back on schedule. Might as well go along with it, he’s going to be a complete part of it all next week when he begins Kindergarten.

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Last year, I was forced (by the hooligans on the bus), to mark the seats by grade. By the middle of last year, I was telling them weekly that this year they would be in assigned seats. That is easier said than done when the first two weeks of school find this particular bus being rearranged.

My bus is over-full, out the seams kind of full. No, not really, but yes, really. There are a few other buses that go down one of the same roads that I’m on and have space to fill, so they are able to take some of the children from me.

It sounds kind of crazy, doesn’t it? And then, with the first few days, we find that there are MORE children in the afternoon’s…children that we didn’t pick up in the morning, children that we don’t know where they live or are being dropped off, until they tell you that you’ve driven right passed their stop.

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We also have children who have managed to find there way onto your bus when they should have been on another, but because there really are new children to the school and you’ve not seen these particular ones before….you don’t know until the school is calling for them over the two way radios.

And then, well, then you have the parent who is waiting for their child when you pull up, only to find that their child is not on the bus. Where is the child? Well, call the school on the two way radio and then wait, in the road, while the traffic is stacking up before and behind the big yellow bus.

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It’s a crazy ride, driving the bus. A ride that I wouldn’t trade for any other job, really. I love it. It’s stressful and irritating and aggravating…at times, but it’s also special. Some of the children can totally make up for all of the other stressful moments. Some big brown eyes that look at you in sympathy, or the blue ones that are filled with anticipation just to tell you something important that happened to them during the school day.

It’s much like being a mother, well, for me, because I am both. Trouble is, sometimes the kids treat you similarly…like a mother, well, for me 🙂 Not all of them take my warnings seriously because they know me too well…but some will learn better of me this year.

Sometime this summer, I grew up a little. I found my “nip it in the bud” button 🙂

These photos? Oh yeah, the photos were taken on the day before school…getting back to the beginning….

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My oldest wanted to do something on the bus, so I set him up with marking the seats. You know, clean off the old numbers and replace them with the new. Because, each year, the older kids move back a seat or two. So, Sammy took the job. He did fine, too.

Of course, if one gets to be in the bus, then the others want to be too. ONLY in the back, though. They’re not aloud to be up front unless mom’s on there with them. And, if the boys get to be in the bus, well, what about me (says the doggy girl)? Don’t worry, she didn’t stay in there long enough to make a mark or shed a hair. In one end and out the other. Actually, she jumped in the back end from a dead run…out the front and back in and out again…until she pooped out.

The last try, she was standing there at my feet when one of the boys said…”Come on, Gracie.” She looked up and with a half-hearted leap, she missed her footage and almost fell flat on her back. She was okay, I made sure but she looked at me as if to say…”Why did you let me attempt that?!”

Silly dog.

So, anyway…I know, this is an extremely long post. You could have quit reading it long ago if you wanted to. I wouldn’t blame you a bit. I just need to get it all out. It’s been too long since I’ve had a few minutes to sit down and write…write…write. Not good. It’ll get better and you watch out, I’ll be back with more than anyone can handle…when I have time; time to think.

When we got on the bus Wednesday morning, all of Sammy’s hard work looked a little weepy. The numbers were dripping because of the marker we used. I don’t use markers that you can’t wipe away…so, we used a crayola washable marker. I usually use a dry erase, but couldn’t find any in the house. The kids asked me why the numbers looked so weird. I’ll have to fix that…another day.

Always walk through life as if you have something new to learn and you will.
-Vernon Howard-

Thoughts aloud.

In growing, Inspirations, My Faith, Seasons on August 26, 2010 at 6:36 pm

Feeling like I’m so behind in the photo area of my life and let us not even discuss the writing section, okay? Really. I’ve been spending countless hours doing something but I can’t really name what that would be, other than cleaning, cooking, carting, mending, loving, caring, playing, seeking…well, that does seem like quite a lot. And let’s say that there are many more “ings” to follow that line.

I absolutely love how The Lord arranges the seasons of my life, just right and how I find myself coming to the ready point in each stage. I should post all of the photos that share the seasons and the changing, but my ability to focus on organization at this given point is blurred. I have not the time or the energy to locate the photos.

There are times when I’ve taken SO many photos, I find myself terribly overwhelmed with what to do with them…and then…I hear a whispering inside…there is a purpose for them, in a time to come. Not everything needs to be done right now. Not everything needs to be shared right now.


That section of me, the library part of me…the writer in me with so much to put out there is getting ready. I can feel her brimming with glory excitement but right now, she waits through time.

Through the waiting periods of life, The Lord has filled me with thoughts of strength, confidence and a sure foot forward. Through the summer, He has taught me how to have a voice for myself. He has taught me to stay firm in where He leads me to, not waver in the Faith that I have but understand that it is He who guides me and He alone. I have been listening intently…even in the silence, He speaks.

You know, we can go through such strife within our own minds at times. Chaos breathes through words once said, like old wounds digging their way to the surface of self. Who we are is the child that God tells us that we are, not of what the world has told us.

We are beautiful in His sight and through the life and death of His Son, we are without blemish, without fault, without conviction-blame-and-condemnation…we are forgiven. Do you know this? I hope you do and if not, may God guide you into the understanding of Who He Is in your, ever-so, personal life.

Wednesday Meme’s

In Midweek Blues, Sepia Scenes Wednesday, Watery Wednesday, Wordless Wednesday on August 24, 2010 at 10:24 pm
Contributed along with Watery Wednesday

Sepia Scenes Wednesday

Midweek Blues

Wordless Wednesday {In honor of Alzheimer’s Families – displayed at the Shelburne Museum, Vermont}