April Ramblings...
Aren't you tired of seeing so many pictures on this blog? Me too. I have lots of thoughts swirling around in my much-to-swirly brain, perhaps sharing some with you will give me clarity.
Tea. Um, I drink probably two or three pots a day. I can distinctly tell the difference between bag and loose leaf. I am currently on a binge of collecting tea things: pots, cups & saucers, sterling spoons, trays, etc. My grandma has this beautiful tea cup that, to me, is the epitomy of what a tea cup should look like...and has raised my standard painfully high. I am always thinking of ways to decorate a tray with tea so that it is pleasing to the eye, and have become very aware of the experience of tea. My senses are pricked, so to speak: sweet aroma, smooth china, flowery after-taste, clinking spoon, soft colors, lovely presentation. Okay, I've even begun to consider writing a sonnet to my tea! Yeah. Am I just a crazed tea-addict, or does this unusual passion expand the beauty of my personality?
I played a bluesy harmonica accompaniment to my husbands' guitar this morning. Perhaps in twenty years you'll see us on one of those public tv stations that airs polka and bluegrass.
I'm thinking about working again! Well, sortof. I was told by an antique dealer that if I could sell antiques on ebay for him, he'd give me a 25% cut. Sounds like SO MUCH fun...only I can't figure out how to sell on ebay. You'd think I'd be able to figure something out that thousands of other people have figured out! And then there's the consideration that I could do a little selling on my own, too. The only trouble with that is I am too picky. I spent my entire morning in an antique shop today, and didn't buy one thing because I won't spend more than I would at a garage sale! I'm not sure if this idea is brilliant or just totally not worth it.
As you have seen, I've begun illustrating again. I have been told by TONS of people that I should write stories to go with it. Now there are some funny things that go through my head. First of all, not that I want to "Christianize" my stuff, but is there a way I could give God's love to people through a little animal story? I'd like to! And then, there's that problem of getting discouraged when a picture doesn't turn out (I know that's wimpy of me...but I just lose motivation after a couple worse attempts). And third, what lofty editor is going to accept a story and pictures from a literary nobody? It's hard enough getting them to even open the envelope in the first place!
Do you ever just sit and stare at pretty things? I do. Sometimes I sit and look at my nice furniture or admire my decorating. And lately I've been wondering if I'm too materialistic. I believe God intends for us to enjoy life and cultivate the things we're good at...but I keep thinking about Hudson Taylor...who gave his last piece of money to a starving family, when he didn't have any food for himself. Sometimes I want to give up every last thing I have and live extreme for God and serve people. You know those paintings from the dark-ages: the feet of the people in the paintings were raised off the ground as if completely separated from human worldliness...I'd sortof like to reach that state. If God and Christ and eternity were truly my REALITY, things of this world would not effect me so much...sacrifice would not feel like sacrifice, and righteousness would not be work. Thank God for bestowing grace on me!!!
Oh, and the weather! Need I even say anything? But I must tell you, I did listen to Christmas music this morning. "Darling...Christmas is coming..."
Tea. Um, I drink probably two or three pots a day. I can distinctly tell the difference between bag and loose leaf. I am currently on a binge of collecting tea things: pots, cups & saucers, sterling spoons, trays, etc. My grandma has this beautiful tea cup that, to me, is the epitomy of what a tea cup should look like...and has raised my standard painfully high. I am always thinking of ways to decorate a tray with tea so that it is pleasing to the eye, and have become very aware of the experience of tea. My senses are pricked, so to speak: sweet aroma, smooth china, flowery after-taste, clinking spoon, soft colors, lovely presentation. Okay, I've even begun to consider writing a sonnet to my tea! Yeah. Am I just a crazed tea-addict, or does this unusual passion expand the beauty of my personality?
I played a bluesy harmonica accompaniment to my husbands' guitar this morning. Perhaps in twenty years you'll see us on one of those public tv stations that airs polka and bluegrass.
I'm thinking about working again! Well, sortof. I was told by an antique dealer that if I could sell antiques on ebay for him, he'd give me a 25% cut. Sounds like SO MUCH fun...only I can't figure out how to sell on ebay. You'd think I'd be able to figure something out that thousands of other people have figured out! And then there's the consideration that I could do a little selling on my own, too. The only trouble with that is I am too picky. I spent my entire morning in an antique shop today, and didn't buy one thing because I won't spend more than I would at a garage sale! I'm not sure if this idea is brilliant or just totally not worth it.
As you have seen, I've begun illustrating again. I have been told by TONS of people that I should write stories to go with it. Now there are some funny things that go through my head. First of all, not that I want to "Christianize" my stuff, but is there a way I could give God's love to people through a little animal story? I'd like to! And then, there's that problem of getting discouraged when a picture doesn't turn out (I know that's wimpy of me...but I just lose motivation after a couple worse attempts). And third, what lofty editor is going to accept a story and pictures from a literary nobody? It's hard enough getting them to even open the envelope in the first place!
Do you ever just sit and stare at pretty things? I do. Sometimes I sit and look at my nice furniture or admire my decorating. And lately I've been wondering if I'm too materialistic. I believe God intends for us to enjoy life and cultivate the things we're good at...but I keep thinking about Hudson Taylor...who gave his last piece of money to a starving family, when he didn't have any food for himself. Sometimes I want to give up every last thing I have and live extreme for God and serve people. You know those paintings from the dark-ages: the feet of the people in the paintings were raised off the ground as if completely separated from human worldliness...I'd sortof like to reach that state. If God and Christ and eternity were truly my REALITY, things of this world would not effect me so much...sacrifice would not feel like sacrifice, and righteousness would not be work. Thank God for bestowing grace on me!!!
Oh, and the weather! Need I even say anything? But I must tell you, I did listen to Christmas music this morning. "Darling...Christmas is coming..."
posted by Elizabeth | 3:03 PM
3 Comments:
"Darlin, Christmas is coming,
Do you believe in angles singin'?"
"Salvation Army bells are ringin'"
NOOOOO MAKE IT STOP!!!! Christmas just passed, I am not ready for the next go round! Oh and I am sorry I haven't called, crazy busy, but I am still planning to come the weekend of the 17th-21st if that is okay with you. lUV YOU CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU!!!!
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