Here we go…..”Buji-nin” the man himself has begun a game with us.
He seeks a title for the submitted photo in his unfailing love of playing the challenge, his haughty wit and rooting out the depth of the minds of others.
Yesterday in my post I mentioned that I wish you could know this guy. The evidence points to the fact that he is in favor of it.
I am taking the challenge. What is the depth of your mind on this one?
-“open your door to new ideas, let them flow in, open the back door, let them flow out, do not serve them tea???” – (his words on the photo)
Lift up your heads!
He comes, riding on the clouds,
Shining like the sun,
The whole earth shakes!
He is the King of Glory!
Hosanna in the highest!
“His Glory Fills the Skies”
I love Carley Simon’s song “River”. In that wistful ballad she soulfully croons in her pure, true soprano that “it’s coming on Christmas, they’re cutting down trees, putting up reindeer, singing songs of joy and peace.” She goes on, “wishing” she “had a river to skate away on.”
As I gaze at this magical photograph of my tiny granddaughter enveloped in the shimmer of her Christmas tree, my thoughts turn to years and Christmases gone by-those of my childhood and those of my own children at her age. All over the world and in our own homes it is coming on Christmas. We are cutting down trees., putting up reindeer and singing songs of joy and peace. Traditions we hold dear, love and cherish from generation to generation.
However; instead of wishing for a river to skate away on, I wish to have a star as my plumb line to keep me focused on the truth of Coming on Christmas. The One who continues to bring joy and peace.
Dover Plantation – Georgetown, South Carolina
Orange-THE Blazing Color of Fall came crashing into my home this week- almost October, time to bring the gold of autumn inside.
Orange came smashing through the muted blues, grays, yellows and white of my rooms. It came by way of this cake platter I saw and fell in love with, knew I had to have and ultimately ordered from anthropologie.com.
In order to bring it all together in my dining room, I pulled out two white pumpkins from last year, picked up a few tiny new ones.
The table cover is actually a Tibetan throw from Celedon.com a fabulous source for all things cool and unusual in Mt. Pleasant, S.C.
Sideboard-wise and continuing the cake stand theme, the huge mums are from last year, purchased at AceHardware, a locally owed with a totally unique home and gift department. The white and silver runner is from anthropologie.com. The wonderful silver platter is a family heirloom.
All in all, Orange is here and seems to be doing well. Crashing and smashing into my room with its Blazing Color of Fall.
Mums and pumpkins, purples and reds, indigo hues of Tibetan seams long ago stitched: sparkling twines interwoven against polished silver, reflecting all of golden Autumn.
She can say more with one expression than most folks can in an entire conversation. 🎀✨❤️
I expected clones. Two years and three days apart. As different as night and day from the moment they began to stir. How surprising, what a miracle! So much joy just being their mom!
Babies to boys, boys to men, men making their own families-strong and good. Faithful to who they are, secure in themselves. Courageous protectors of their own, loving providers-good friends of old friends keeping.
Living life to the fullest. Making a difference in the world as they go. Making right and good choices. Thinking things through. Leaning on faith. Counting on family.
I expected clones. These sons of mine. More alike than I thought.