Lila Moonlight

Lovely Loneliness

2011-06-19T14:12:00.002-05:00

This weekend has been a gift. Sometimes painful. Sometimes refreshing. I've written in my journal quite a bit and tried to be in touch with the real me and what my spirit is saying to me. I've
been alone. Completely alone. By choice. My spirit has longed for this.

I go between relishing in these times and hating these times. It's hard and I feel the need to nap. . . a lot. I'm opening myself up to the possibilities before me. Why is it we have to be vulnerable to be able to experience the next big "peg of growth?"

God, you're stuck with me,
Lila

Through the door...there is moonlight

2011-04-11T17:35:00.001-05:00

In keeping with my new business name, Lila Moonlight (changed from Lila's Journey) new business cards were needed.

I've always been fascinated with doors and windows. When our family traveled to Europe several years ago, they'd have to wait on me as I busied myself taking pictures of windows and doors.

This business card seemed to suit my new name. Tell me what you think.

I'll close with some poignant door quotes...

The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live. ~Flora Whittemore

Be an opener of doors for such as come after thee. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls.

Lila

Bliss

2011-04-09T17:11:00.004-05:00

My husband has been traveling quite a bit lately. First he went to NOLA for a mission trip and then to Atlanta for a conference. All total he was gone almost two weeks. While I love alone time, I sure missed him.

I did this collage the day he was returning. There's "me" down in the right bottom corner (Lila Moonlight) and him as a silhouette toward the top. The antique watch is on the road that leads him to me. Counting the minutes until he got home to me. All together now......Awwwwww.....

Next month we'll celebrate thirty years of marriage. It will be a celebration for sure! He's my best friend, my encourager, my counselor, my personal comedian and most definitely my better half. We've grown together so much so that we can complete thoughts for each other before they even come out of our mouths. Marriage hasn't always been easy, but there sure is cream on the other side. I'm so thankful for my love.

Bliss, bliss, bliss,
Lila

The Need to Shake Things Up

2011-02-19T16:13:00.006-06:00

I don't know about you, but I get in routines (ruts) frequently. I find something I just love and am like a pit bull gnawing down for all it's worth. Before long, I realize I've just about worn that "something" out and need something new to do...think...eat...paint...

Then before I know it, I'm on to the next thing I love and the routine starts again.

But lately in the studio I haven't been painting my girls. I've been working on a collage and some really big pieces for weeks. I know! That's way different for me. These aren't finished, but here's an idea of what's been happening on the easel.

This is a collage piece that has magazine, tissue, small marbles, etc. in and on it. It's going to have a cool door knocker on it when I can figure out how to affix it so that it actually works. Not completed, but it's coming. I like the idea because of the juxtaposition of the images. (Really just wanted to fit that word - - juxtaposition in there cause it's a great word. ) But really, I like the pathway going to nowhere or somewhere, the topiary trees on either side of the door made from pictures and the odd window on the side of the house. The door is filled with my favorite hues of blues, greens and a smidge of purple. It's 16" x 20" on canvas board.

This painting is a quite large 3 feet x 4 feet on a wide canvas. The photos don't do either of these paintings justice. iphones just aren't that great for documenting true colors. This one is acrylic, glaze and gold metallic. It should be finished in a couple of more Saturdays.

Thanks for taking a peak into my studio,

Lila Moonlight

2011-01-30T18:23:00.000-06:00

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Lila Moonlight

2011-01-11T20:07:00.003-06:00

I've started more writing (for my classes) and less art for now. I felt that my creative spirit needed a last name and I decided on Moonlight. (I guess I really am a hippie at heart.)

Anyway, you can still find me by going to Lila's Journey, but for today...I'm Lila Moonlight. Tomorrow, I might be Lila Sunbeam.

Affectionately,
Lila

Rebel With a Cause

2010-12-11T11:27:00.004-06:00

Have you ever wondered what you'd name yourself if you got to choose? I'd choose Lila. It's a strong, old-fashioned Southern name. I was fortunate in that I got to grow up around a mom who was always questioning the way things were done. She always encouraged me to be who I was created to be. Mom was "Sandy" to her peers and "Ida Mae" to her family in Mississippi. I loved it! It showed me that if you didn't like something very much, you could change it.

Who says life has to be the way it appears to be? At least ask the questions. What makes me unique? What does God have in store for me? How can I serve others with joy? These questions matter.

Journey on, my friend,
Lila

lilasjourney@gmail.com

A New Time

2010-12-05T18:14:00.007-06:00

It's been exciting to sell some of my art. I've never taken myself as a "serious artist" but more as someone who just enjoys a little serendipity in my life.

I've painted some new gals lately that are fun.

I'm moving more out of the marketing arena of it (though I haven't really done a lot of that) to just doing it for fun. I'll probably start selling more of my originals instead of selling prints or plaques. I'm also starting some different types of painting with collage, mixed media (acrylics, inks, textures, etc.) that will be interesting and inspiring for me.

Why the change, you may ask? I simply don't have time to market my work. If Hallmark wants to call me tomorrow and beg to have some of my girls for cards, well, okay. :) Otherwise, I'm just doing art for fun and enjoying some R & R from a day of work.

I only have one more class to go to finish my Nursing Facility Administrator's Licensing requirements. I'll begin it in January. One thousand intern hours - check. Four LTCA classes - check. State and National exams to be completed after this next class.

God has given me a heart for the elderly and I believe he has prepared me for this task. So, while I'll continue painting, I may be closed more than open during Artwalk. I won't be generating a lot of plaques or cards or any of the other things I've enjoyed for the last year. As my daddy used to say, "It's time to buckle down." (I never knew entirely what that entailed but it sounds a little scary.

Pray for me as I get busy doing what I am preparing myself to do. Pray also that I keep a painting or two in my heart - - if not on my easel.

On to the next chapter,
Lila

Serenity Now

2010-11-07T17:12:00.008-06:00

This past weekend I used my Sabbath (Saturday) to clean my studio and begin putting office furniture together in my studio. (Not exactly the way to honor Sabbath! I now know!!)

Consequently when Vann and I walked that night I felt no peace...no serenity. In fact I just sat down on the bleachers at the track where we walk and allowed my spirit to catch up with myself. I listened for God.

As my sweet husband walked the track, I paid attention to the night noises, the wind against my face and any discernment from the Holy Spirit. God has always spoken to me through order, his beauty, creation, etc.

We walked back to the house and I knew what I needed to do. I needed to make the surroundings in my studio more serene. I have a lot of things that inspire me in there and extra color takes away from the calm. I knew right then I needed to find a new home for the adorable chairs and maybe the table.

Vann listened intently. (He has been down this road with me a time or two or twenty.) He told me to do what I needed to do but that if I got rid of the table, I'd most likely be looking for another table soon. True.

So, with that in mind, I'm going to let the chairs go. They were second hand to me and have served a great purpose, but like Ingrid said in Uptown Girls to Molly Gunn,
"Downsize, Molly.
Purify.
Streamline.
Find your center."

Too much of a good thing is not a good thing.

So, if you know of anyone who wants some really cute chairs, let me know. I only need to get enough for them so that I can buy more used chairs. :)

I plan to be in my studio during Artwalk this coming Thursday night if you'd like to see them. 1133 Cockerell Galleries - Suite 213.

Serenely seeking,
Lila

Christmas Open House

2010-11-05T18:47:00.007-05:00

It's About Time, the lovely shop of old and new finds on South 14th and Albany Street in Abilene is having their Christmas Open House tomorrow. They always do a fabulous job of decorating for the holidays and showcasing their new items.

Some of their new items include some of my new art plaques (smile). I stopped by for a peek this afternoon and was so delighted to see them on their wall.

The store looks fabulous with more serendipity and love and magic packed in there than should be possible. Ah, but these gals know how to pack the punch when it comes to beautifying things and making a heart sing.

One of my favorite collages has a saying by Cindy Petters on it. "When something isn't right, throw a little love at it." What great advice!

I finished this little lady this week. "Why say "yes" when you can squeal "oo la la!" She makes me smile. She's always looking for a way to improve on life by sprinkling fun and joy wherever she goes. She's got a lime green background. The photo quality of these isn't great. They were taken with my iphone.

More to come!
With a twinkle in my eye,
Lila

It's About Time

2010-10-24T16:38:00.003-05:00

I've most likely mentioned the wonderful store ("It's About Time") on South 14th and Albany Street before on my blog. When I was running our bed and breakfast, Journey's Inn, I had purchased many of the furnishings from this wonderful store. In fact, when the creative juices are dry, I head over there. It's food for the soul. Not only are the furnishings wonderful, but so are the owners. Delightful ladies!

I'm thrilled that they are going to carry some of my art. I'll be taking over some plaques mid week and am working on some mugs and totes to deliver soon, too. Gifts just in time for Christmas!

Today, my gratitude cup is overflowing. I'm thankful for a husband and best friend who supports me in this wild and wacky journey. I'm thankful for children that are beautiful inside and out. I'm thankful for the breeze that gently blows. I'm thankful for those plump pigeons outside my studio window as I write this. I'm thankful for the beautiful sun that shines. I'm thankful for the filling time of worship and praise this morning with our church family. I'm thankful for friends who support, lead and counsel along the way. I'm thankful for my God who is ever showing me more of himself through his beauty, his people and his word.

How many ways can I say, "thankful"?
Lila

Time to Make the Donuts.

2010-10-13T18:14:00.005-05:00

I really do, with all sincerity love my job. I believe that God has uniquely fitted me to the aging field. I get up in the morning and truly look forward to the day. I enjoy the residents I serve and the staff I serve alongside.

Some mornings I admit that I feel like the guy on the old Dunkin' Donuts commercial.
When his alarm went off at 3 or 4 a.m. he would get up, bleary eyed and declare, "It's time to make the donuts."

Sometimes this body feels the same way when my alarm goes off. But lately I'll go to bed with more ideas than I can shake a stick at for what I want to do the next day at work or with my art. By the time the evening rolls around after work, the creative energy seems to be spent.

Busy-ness of the day seems to blind my heart with each 'to do' task. I am meeting more and more people who are looking for a wonderful place where their loved one will not only survive but thrive. I believe I work at such a place, so it gives me great joy to share with them about it.

But at the end of the day... hoo-eee!

I remember commenting to my husband when we were in our 20's that I didn't understand why people in their 50's didn't seem to volunteer with the youth ministry or anything else much. Now? I get it. They (we) are tired. Yep. Bone tired.

It is my prayer that God uses me during the day with others and refreshes my spirit through art and being with my husband in the evening. This allows me to replenish my juices so I can "make the donuts" the next day.

Willing to make the donuts,
Lila

The Day After The Day

2010-10-10T18:27:00.002-05:00

Yesterday was homecoming and our youngest daughter, Caroline was on homecoming court. It was such an honor to be a part of this experience with her. She was beautiful inside and out, as always. (I hope to post some pictures soon.)

I had planned to be in North Carolina with some old and dear friends for some much needed R & R this weekend and postponed my trip because my baby girl was being honored! Vann had also planned to be out of town but got an earlier arrival back so that he could escort her. What a precious daddy and husband he is.

So, Friday was recognition in chapel for the homecoming court, lunch and the Queen's Tea. It was all perfectly delightful. Yesterday was the morning homecoming parade, another chapel with recognition for Caroline, lunch and then the homecoming game. Another wonderful day to remember.

I came home afterwards and sat in my recliner and don't think I moved until I went upstairs to go to bed. I was exhausted. I kept trying to figure out why I was so tired. Caroline was the one with the busy schedule. Not me. She was the one who woke up at 3 a.m. to coordinate the parade that she was helping to co-lead. Not me. She was the one who went from one event to the next showing graciousness and a beautiful character. Not me. I was just the supporting cast.

But, today as I've fought the blues, I've begun to realize that I was with Caroline through all of it. I was feeling every elation, every emotion that she was feeling. . . real or imagined.

Isn't that the way it is when you are a mom? So, today, I'm sitting with these feelings (and fatigue), trying to not have all the answers . . . today. . . and allowing myself to just be. Us introverted souls need time for quiet reflection so that we can embrace the world again. I'm sure tomorrow the joy will return when I get another good night's sleep. My spirit is just weary.

Yesterday Vann was with Care and as they were heading to the homecoming court, he witnessed her speaking with a student who might be considered "one of the least of these." Caroline in her usual big-hearted fashion called them by name and asked how they were doing. This student told her he voted for her. She's our Queen of Hearts.

Am I proud? I know the correct answer is, "Of course I am." But truth be known, I'm really more just incredibly thankful that God has placed these amazing children in our lives.

As always,
Thankful...
Lila

Fly

2010-10-05T19:53:00.006-05:00

Today was such a gift. Though, so was yesterday...and the day before...and the day before. I've been toying with the idea of getting my art "out there." I have a friend who is going to help me do that. For a long time I drug my feet.

Our daughter, Caroline said, "Mom, are you afraid you are going to fail?" I thought about that a long time - - yet another one of my procrastination measures. tee hee.

As I thought about it, I realized I wasn't afraid I was going to fail. I was afraid I might succeed.

A new friend shared with me a Nelson Mandela quote today that really spoke to me.

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, "who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?" Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. You were born to manifest the glory of God that is within you. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

As we're liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."

Wow. As I've reflected on this and other thoughts I've come to realize that not working to excel in what are God given gifts is in fact a big way to dishonor God.

I've been very drawn to birds and nests all my life, but even more so lately. I've been drawn to bird's cages and free birds. We are born free birds. But in the midst of life, we quietly, complacently allow ourselves to be locked in a little cage. Oh, sure, we have to follow rules, laws, etc. But sometimes we lose our true self in the cage.

Today I was at It's About Time, my favorite store in Abilene, and got this pretty little necklace by Jo Carol Spurlock. She does such a fantastic job on these little nests. I love what the medallion says, too..."fly."

Well, okay, then.

I will.

How about you?
Lila

No Regrets

2010-09-04T19:25:00.002-05:00

One of our residents stopped in my office today to chat. She's in her 90's. A perfectly lovely lady. Her family has shared with me that she can be a hand-full.

Anyway, as we were enjoying a lovely chat she shared that she had some regrets especially about some things when she was raising her children. She told me that she regretted to this day that she had not allowed her daughter to go to the University of Texas where she had wanted to go. She realizes now the reason she wouldn't let her go was silly.

She then went on to say that one of her daughters wanted her bridesmaids to wear hats in her wedding but she thought it was tacky and wouldn't hear of it. She now regrets making a fuss over it as it was her daughter's wedding.

I asked her if she had told her daughters about these regrets. She said she hadn't. I encouraged her to share with them what she had shared with me. She said they would be visiting soon and thought she would tell them.

We just do the best we can with the tools we are given at the time, don't we? Sometimes it's not very good and other times we do alright. But, how important to apologize and ask forgiveness when we recognize our shortcomings.

I'm thankful for the conversation I was able to share with this beautiful lady today. I'm thankful that God placed me in a place to get lessons from those older than me all the time. (I think he knew I was a slow learner and needed a lot of guidance. smile)

I don't want to ever look back with regrets, either. I've done some pretty bone-headed things, for sure. Let's take care of what we can with regrets from the past and then move on.

Movin' on,
Lila

Live Juicy

2010-09-02T18:30:00.000-05:00

Here is another painting with a Sark expression. Sometimes the people who inspire the paintings are an amalgam of several different people. I painted this cute little lady without realizing she has a lot of our Activities Director in her. (I work in a retirement living community.) Renee lives juicy. She wears fun clothing and is always wanting to try something new. One of her children's friends told her she dressed like a French artist. She really does.

Why say, "yes" when you can squeal, "oooo la la?"
Lila

Isn't it Wiggy?

2010-08-30T19:21:00.005-05:00

I just love made up words! But then again, isn't EVERY word a made up word? Sark is an artist extraordinaire and a unique individual. She comes up with some very wiggy words. (smile)

What does wiggy mean? I don't know. What do you think it means? It's a happy word, though. Of this, I feel certain. tee hee!

I've named this cute gal Zinnia. Her hair is tousled like a zinnia going in a lot of different directions. Her clothing is subdued, but then she pops out with something like, "Isn't it wiggy?" Zinnia makes me smile. I hope she makes you smile, too.

Wiggified,
Lila

Blind People Don't Like to Skydive

2010-08-23T20:17:00.003-05:00

If you first see this, you may think it a bit irreverent until you learn the joke was told by a blind person.

“Blind People Don’t Like to Skydive”

I heard Jody Urquhart at a conference on laughter

in the workplace. She shared this saying with a

deadpan expression and there wasn’t a dry eye in

the house! Everyone laughed!! She went on to say that a blind friend

of hers had shared this joke. If we can’t laugh

at ourselves, we’ve lost the game of life.

Collage by

SUSAN CONWELL, Artist

dba Lila’s Journey

lilasjourney@gmail.com

Lighten up,
Lila

LAMB

2010-08-04T19:51:00.000-05:00

I love the sayings our daughters come up with. Our daughter Caroline often talks about friends she knows and loves, then says, "What a lamb." I love that! I love that she is so affirming of her friends and others. It's because of Sweet Caroline that I painted this lovely Lamb.

I aspire to be a lamb. Willingly following my good shepherd - - you know the one who laid his life down for his sheep? He's worth following.

Oops! I just noticed Lambie is a little crooked in her frame. Ah well, what a lamb!

I am a sheep and he is the shepherd,
Lila

Lila

ONE OF GOD'S MOST GLORIOUS CREATIONS - A WEE BIRD

2010-07-29T20:03:00.001-05:00

When I was growing up our breakfast table looked out on the flower garden with the bird bath in our back yard. My parent's designed the house with the breakfast nook to have the big window view of the yard. It was at that table that I learned about the different birds, their habits, their songs and of course their names.

Of all the beautiful birds we witnessed through the years, I remember my mom telling me the little wren was her favorite. I always wondered why. It was so - -brown. It wasn't vivid like the cardinal or blue jay.

But, now, I think I too favor the wren. I love it's jaunty little tail feathers. While he is unassuming, his markings are beautiful. When I watch them I see their over confidence. They always have a beautiful song on their heart.

If you are interested in this little wren, you can reach me at journeysinn@gmail.com.

With a song in my heart,
Lila

DANCE, DARLIN'

2010-07-23T19:57:00.001-05:00

Don't we all need to be coaxed a little from time to time? Or sometimes, I need a shove! ha!

I love Dance, Darlin' because she is sheepishly standing by the wall, afraid to get out on the dance floor of life. But, we are telling her it's not only okay to get out there on that dance floor, we're encouraging her to give it all she's got!

I have Dance, Darlin' on my desk at work as I need to remember it's okay to not be afraid, but to just get out there.

Dancin',
Lila

SING LITTLE BUDDY

2010-07-17T19:45:00.002-05:00

This little wren is singing his heart out. He is painted on canvas with acrylic. He is small, probably 1 1/2 x 3". He is available in a print for $10.00 plus shipping and handling.

Sing!
Lila

HOPE

2010-07-11T19:38:00.001-05:00

I had such fun painting Hope. She has a wide eyed innocence that speaks of a faith in the future. She has possibilities of goodness swirling around her. She is painted on canvas in acrylics. I've placed her in this little gold ornate frame with and then nestled in this beautiful little box with damask fabric and a clear lid - - tied with a cream colored wire ribbon. This little lady is only $35.00 plus shipping and handling. Other frames and packaging may be available.

Hopeful,
Lila

ROSES AND NEST

2010-07-05T19:33:00.001-05:00

I love painting roses and nests! I guess it's because I love roses and nests so much. Plus, they are just fun to paint! This painting is on canvas and painted in acrylics. I love how the little eggs are nestled down in the nest, protected from harm.

This painting is available in print by e-mailing me at journeysinn@gmail.com.

Nest,
Lila

WHATEVER

2010-06-29T19:27:00.000-05:00

I love her attitude! The words are saying, "Sure. Whatever." But what she is thinking is, "Are you kidding me?"

This painting is done on canvas with acrylic. I caught the glare in this picture a bit. The upper right hand corner really isn't that much lighter.

Prints are available by e-mailing me at journeysinn@gmail.com.

Thanks!
Lila

MEOW AND THE WORLD MEOWS WITH YOU

2010-06-23T19:22:00.002-05:00

Meow and the world meows with you.
Hiss and You hiss alone.

Truer words were never spoken...however with friends sometimes it's o.k. to hiss. With friends, whining is not an option - except when it is.

A lady commissioned this painting with this saying and I love it! I once again caught the glare in this photo. Sorry! It's available in print. E-mail me if you are interested in ordering one. journeysinn@gmail.com

Purr,
Lila

Lots Happening!

2010-06-20T17:21:00.002-05:00

Last week was a week of wheeeeeee! Monday night our oldest daughter, Katie Lea, went to Walmart at 10:30 p.m. in the midst of a torrential thunderstorm and inadvertently turned into a drainage ditch instead of the entrance to Walmart. Hey, in Abilene during a thunderstorm, they look about the same. A picture is worth a thousand words, so here's 1001 words...

We are thankful she and Caroline (our youngest) thought it was a good idea to turn off her engine immediately and that her car is repairable. We're also thankful that both our girls are okay.

Last week also ended the two plus years I've had Journey's Inn, our B & B. It was a great ride and I'm so thankful for all the people I got to know. I'm also thankful that God gave me the chance to try something outside my realm of possibilities and to succeed. But for now, we'll be renting this cute little guest house to a young couple who are transitioning and preparing to move to Chile as missionaries. It will be a blessing to them and they'll be a blessing to us. Onward and upward!

Our youngest daughter, Caroline, returned from China a couple of weeks ago after a business internship. She had such a rich time and came back even more open to the possibilities of God.

Katie Lea is preparing to go to UT (Texas) the beginning of August to get her master's degree in Advertising. This should go well with her undergrad degree in Graphic Design. She's enjoyed getting things ready for her apartment. She even recovered a couch. Pretty fantastic looking. She turned a traditional sofa into a modern looking sofa. Amazing.

Our son, Serge, is busy preparing for his wedding. His fiance, Esperance, will be a beautiful bride and wife. I'm so thankful they found each other. Their marriage will be one that will honor God. We will add another daughter! Katie Lea, Caroline and I get to wear Imishananas for the wedding. Apparently in Rwandan culture, the more curves you have, the more beautiful you are. That's great. I'll be STUNNING! :)

Last week I also changed studios. This one is much more spacious and faces south. No more west sun in the afternoons. I also have a view of the pigeons. Some would say pigeons are like rats. What if they are the rats of the bird genre...they're still birds. I took this photo sitting at my desk. This is Violet.
I will post pictures of the studio soon. Until then, let's focus on our blessings instead of hardships and realize they are often one and the same.

Lila

BEHOLD

2010-06-16T19:17:00.001-05:00

I love painting and photographing doors. There is something that about doors that begs the question, "What is behind the door?"

However on this one, I'm reminded of the door where Jesus stands...the doorway to our hearts. Behold, I stand at the door and knock.

What is on the inside of the door your heart? What is on the inside of the door to my heart? I'm opening the door to let him in.

This painting is on acrylic canvas but is also available in a print. Order two today.

Welcome, Lord,
Lila

YES SIR REE

2010-06-10T17:07:00.001-05:00

I wish I could say there was some deep spiritual message behind "Yes Sir Ree", but there's not. Tee hee! She just randomly popped in my head and I started painting her. When I was a young teen we used to exclaim, "Yes sir ree, Joe Bob Buckwheat!" It was just a fun little thing to say.

Like all of my paintings, this one is available in a print. You can contact me at journeysinn@gmail.com for more information. Prints are only $15.00 plus shipping and handling.

Just say yes!
Lila

BE...

2010-06-03T17:00:00.001-05:00

I am learning to just BE. Through meditation and prayer and being alone with my thoughts I am learning to listen for God. What is amazing in this process is that as "busy" as I am, my mind is slowing down and I'm not as busy as I was when my mind was so active.

I made this painting/collage when I was just beginning the process of "be-ing." It was funny when I painted her I wondered why I cocked her head this certain odd angle. Then, when I placed the bird was on her shoulder, it made sense. It's as if the little bird has something to say to her.

That's the same way it is with God and us. If we allow ourselves the opportunity to "be", he will speak, guide, comfort and share his love with us. Oh, to abide in the dwelling place of the most high God. I want to

Be,
Lila

BLUEBONNETS AND BUTTERCUPS

2010-05-26T16:43:00.001-05:00

West Texas has been especially beautiful this spring. Thank you, Father! In the five plus years we've been here, I've never seen the flowers look as vivid as they have lately. While the bluebonnets are fading now, they certainly were vivid.

I took the bluebonnet and yellow flowers photos at the Abilene Airport. All that beauty and sky...Wow! I took the photo of the tree and buttercups in our next door neighbor's yard. I remember as a Kindergarten student playing in the field of buttercups with friends and gently putting the flowers up to our chins to make a "pollen beard." We'd giggle with glee as we'd check out each other's yellow beards.

Don't you know God planned that and takes delight in children (and all of us enjoying his beautiful nature?

Our Father certainly shows off his glory. I'm so thankful he does. It's through his beautiful nature that I so often catch a glimpse of him and his wonders. It's through the vast splendor to the intricate details of his handiwork that I'm reminded how much he loves me.

Awed,
Lila

GROW

2010-05-20T16:37:00.001-05:00

This is a painting/collage I've completed. It makes me smile. The little girl is extending her arms up to the tree as if to magically mandate, "Grow, by golly!"

The larger girl is embracing the possibility to grow so much so that she is even eating the leaves. A saying by e.e. cummings is at the bottom that says, "It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are." That's for sure!

I have prints of this and have them for sale. You can contact me at journeysinn@gmail.com if you are interested.

Let's Grow!
Lila

SERGE AND ESPERANCE'S WEDDING

2010-05-14T16:18:00.001-05:00

I am so excited about Serge and Esperance's wedding. Serge is our "adopted son" from Rwanda, for those of you just tuning in. He's not legally adopted, but rather adopted by our heart strings. Serge graduated from Abilene Christian University and is now getting his graduate degree there. His connection with ACU is how we got to know him.

Now, Serge is in love with Esperance and they are getting married July 24th. He asked me if I wanted to wear an African dress for the wedding and I said, YOU BET! Katie Lea and Caroline are both wearing African dresses for the wedding. I hope I look as beautiful as Shannon (Lair) in the photo below. That's Shannon and Serge at Serge's brother's wedding a year ago.

Esperance (Espe as we call her) is a love. She is from Congo and goes to school in Abilene, too. She is beautiful, kind and is a lovely Christian young lady. She will be a beautiful bride. I'm so excited for the wedding and even more so for the life Serge and Espe will enjoy together.

God is faithful,
Lila

WHAT IF?

2010-05-08T15:33:00.003-05:00

It seems like too many times I enter a situation by saying (or thinking) I can't (won't, shouldn't couldn't...) But what if I said "what if" instead? That would certainly give me more opportunities to explore the unexpected, unexplored and other possibilities that maybe, just maybe God is opening for me.

I love this What If painting. She looks so contemplative and open to the bubbling possibilities that are surrounding her.

Have you ever seen someone and immediately sized them up? I have, I am ashamed to say. I saw this individual last week and immediately sized him up in my mind. It wasn't bad mind you, but how limiting! A few days later I had the opportunity to have a conversation with him and boy, what I wrong about him. My sizing up scale scored a big fat ZERO.

What if I went into life wide open to the possibilities of the day? I think that would be pleasing to God...and more fulfilling to me, too.

What if?
Lila

I Wanted to be a Hippie

2010-03-22T13:17:00.002-05:00

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I remember going to my first Beatles movie at 6 years old (Hard Days Night) with a friend who was 8 years old and was "ga ga" for the Beatles - - especially Paul. The fascination went past this 6 year old girl.

I remember the late 60's. The girls had long, straight hair and talked of love, peace and wore flowers in their hair. Bell bottom jeans and prairie dresses and peace signs were the norm. Woodstock. "Free Love." But, I was still too young to actually be a hippie. (For that I'm sure my parents were grateful.) Peter Max was a gifted artist of the 60's who used a lot of colors and psychedelic images. Even though I mainly watched the 60's from a innocent girl's eyes, it impacted me nonetheless.

With the 60's use of happy colors and flowers on my mind, I used paint layering to create "I Wanted to Be a Hippie." It was a fun work and a style I'll most likely return to.

My hippie name is...
Lila

Escaped Propriety

2010-03-18T12:57:00.002-05:00

I love this painting, if I do say so myself (my mom used to say that!) This painting is 10 inches by 20 inches and is on 3/4 inch canvas. The technique used on this painting is layering. The gold metallic paint introduces a new dimension that is interesting on the fabric.

A fabric with a sheen and vertical pattern to the fabric was attached to the canvas board. Acrylic paint was applied all over in block fashion. Paint, dry, glossy varnish medium applied. Repeat 2 - 3 more times. The swirls were added on top of the blocks to create a visual display that is ordered, yet free. Hence the name, "Escaped Propriety."

Meet Cadence

2010-03-15T12:48:00.002-05:00

Cadence is the smallest girl painting I have done thus far. She is on a 4" x 4 1/2" x 1- 1/4" canvas. The technique I used for Cadence is different that what I've used for any of the other girls, too. I used a lot of scraping, layers and emphasized the imperfections. After all, we are all imperfectly perfect. Aren't we?

Cadence's story is that she has worked at the Library for a number of years logging books and barely paying attention to others. Her world is books. When she leaves work she goes home to surround herself with yet more books. A perfect evening for her is reading on an antique fainting sofa she inherited from her grandmother. She secretly wishes she she were a little more outgoing, however, this is who she is. What is on her lip, you ask? Why, chocolate, of course!

The Andrews Sisters, Tino Rossi and More!

2010-02-14T20:04:00.002-06:00

Yesterday as Caroline and I drove around we listened to Tino Rossi, a French singer. The music was made from an LP from the 1930's and made into a CD. Caroline said, "Interesting music, Mom."

Here is Tino Rossi singing in Spanish, "Besame Mucho." (Kiss me a lot)

It is interesting music. It takes me back to my childhood. I'd love to invite you to join me for the stroll.

Before I was born, my mom was an independent 20 year old woman from a wee little town in Mississippi finding her way in the big ole city of Birmingham, Alabama. She got a job and rented a room in downtown Birmingham from Money and Mac McFarland. Money and Mac lived in an old rambling Victorian house with a sprawling veranda and a back porch used to shell beans.

After Mom and Dad were married and had my brother and me, we would visit Money and Mac on Christmas Eve or Easter. Mac would tell how we couldn't go in their basement as there were alligators down there. Mac had lost a finger in an industrial accident years before, but he always told us one the alligators had bitten it off. We had to wonder.

Every now and then my brother would go exploring upstairs to the bedrooms. The whole house was filled with antiques (I guess largely because Money and Mac were old!)

At Christmas time we'd visit them and they would have an LP playing on their old Victrola. Either the Andrews Sisters, Tino Rossi or some other mellowed singing voices would fill their wonderful old home. Mac would take Money in his arms and dance with her around their grand living room. Then my Daddy would take Mom in his arms and join them. I felt as if I was witnessing a wonderful magical spell. If I dare moved...or breathed... the magic could dissipate and like a bubble would pop and be forever gone.

So, yes, I enjoy listening to vintage music as I'm taken back to some wonderful memories of my childhood.

You know, I never did see Money or Mac's basement. Mom told me after I was an adult that she thinks Mac may have had a still down there.

Whooee!!
Lila

Dixie

2010-01-23T19:33:00.004-06:00

I've known Dixie. Of course growing up in Birmingham, Alabama (said with a sassy, southern accent), I would have known some Dixies. Their names may not have all been Dixie, but...

Dixie is a true Southern Belle. She adores Dolly Parton, rhinestones and her boyfriend of seven years. She absolutely loves roller blading.

My studio is going to be open for Artwalk on Thursday, February 11th at Cockerell Galleries in downtown Abilene. I hope you'll stop by to see me and meet Dixie and the other girls.

Nothing would make me happier,
Lila

Painted Chest

2010-01-18T20:28:00.001-06:00

I love getting great things at a garage sale for a song. This was a chest with great bones. It was painted white. I jazzed it up with some colorful drawers that I white washed and then added metallic gold paint to the legs. Some new hardware and voila! A fun chest that holds all sorts of needful things. tee hee...

I have this chest right inside my art studio as you go in. It's a fun little piece.

Feeling jazzy,
Lila

Meet Liz

2010-01-17T19:20:00.003-06:00

I have had the most restorative time at my studio lately. I've been painting ladies' faces and have quite a wall of them now. I'm not sure why I've chosen to paint women's faces, other than you can tell so much about a woman by her eyes.

This is Liz. She is aging quicker than she'd like but wants to be authentic. Liz is letting her hair gray naturally. Her adoring husband assures he she's more beautiful than the day he married her. Liz is a blessed woman.

Some new friends came into my studio tonight and commented on the ladies I had been painting. I heard, "Oh, Ellie is like me!" Or, "I can relate to Audra." They each have a story. That affirmation was just what I needed. Thank you, Lord.

That's the beautiful thing about people. There is common ground with everyone when we take the time to explore it.

Authentically blessed,
Lila

Carter Blue

2010-01-05T21:31:00.001-06:00

My friend, Roxanne has the most "preciousest" granddaughter, Carter. I enjoyed an evening of painting with Roxanne and Carter last month. Carter saw the picture I had painted of this lady and asked me why I had painted her before I had even met her.

Carter told me that my painting was like her because of the blond hair but she didn't understand why she had blue on her face.

Hence, the name Carter Blue.

I'd Like to Introduce You to Channing

2010-01-03T18:30:00.000-06:00

Channing was birthed a couple of months ago on canvas. She was in my mind so I hurried up to my Blue Heaven to allow her to be born. She is strong, passionate-yet quiet, insightful and goes to sleep listening to Norah Jones.

She prefers jeans and t-shirts but looks gorgeous in a simple black dress. She has a tattoo of a Chinese symbol on her shoulder. She likes being mysterious.

Channing, meet everyone,
Lila

Going Gray

2010-01-01T19:12:00.003-06:00

I finished the book, Going Gray by Anne Kreamer. It was full of insights and practical "research."

In it she quotes, "Andrew Weil's take in his recent book Healthy Aging is similar: "If aging is written into the laws of the universe, then acceptance of it must be a prerequisite for doing it in a graceful way. Yet nonacceptance of aging seems to be the rule in our society, not the exception. A great many people try to deny its reality and progress. " His ultimate conclusion is that to deny aging is to deny ourselves access to a deeply nourishing experience. "Because aging reminds us of our own mortality, it can be a primary stimulus to spiritual awakening and growth."

In response to Andrew Weil's writing, Anne Kreamer writes, "Bingo! My whole experience hasn't been just about letting my hair grow in it's natural gray. It's been about growing up and pardon the touchy-feely cliche - - continuing to evolve as a person. By insisting on having hair that looked like it did when I was thirty and thirty-five, I think I really had been forfeiting one of the most important tools for optimal aging - - that is facing it squarely, accepting it incrementally I think that each year, as my hair becomes whiter, I will be a little more ready to celebrate the good things about my "here and now." I have every intention of avoiding the frail, frightened, old-lady stereotype - - to remain as fit and curious as possible - - but I am no longer afraid to show my true age. It's simple. I'm proud of what I've done, the years I've lived, how far I've come. I'm happier going through each day on the sidewalk, in sotres and restaurants, at parties - - being as honest as I can be about who I really am.

She's letting herself go. I'm trying, anyhow. Letting go of false fronts and mass-market expectations. Letting go for me is all about - - self-help alert - - finding myself."

Well said, Anne. After reading this book, I'm no longer just begrudgingly letting my hair go to it's natural color, I'm actually looking forward to it.

Gray today,
Lila

My Studio

2009-12-30T21:03:00.012-06:00

I have a new studio in Cockerell Galleries. I'm thrilled with it! It's nice to have somewhere I can do some work and quietly dream.

I got this fun table from a friend of a friend. It's hand painted and each chair is different. The chair shown has the serenity prayer painted on it. It's my favorite.

You can see the top of the table a little better in this photo. I'm going to hang LILA somewhere when I can decide where.

My husband hung this fun chandelier in my studio over my sofa. This chandelier was in my house when I was a little girl. I love the way it glitters.

I got this sofa (purchased in 1924 by original owner) for a song at an estate sale. It's covered in a pale pink Belgium damask. I just love it and it's comfortable for lounging, dreaming, yes and even napping. tee hee.
I have certainly had a lot of fun painting bird's nests lately. Roxanne Spradlin is a wonderful talent who showed me some of the finer points.
My easel and canvas are awaiting something fun. What shall it be?
This hutch serves as a great space for storing miscellany.

I'm dreaming of an artful 2010,
Lila

Photography Conversions

2009-12-30T18:21:00.001-06:00

I've had so much fun doing this lately!

Original photo

Pencil sketch
Modern Art

Vintage

Painting

Mosaic

What I love about creativity is that the possibilities are endless!

Endless, I say!
Lila

I'm Beginning to Feel More Like Me

2009-12-29T20:04:00.001-06:00

Boy, December was a blue blurrrrrrrr.......

We jumped from Thanksgiving into Five Days of Celebration to celebrate five years at our retirement community with five huge days of celebration. We came to call it five days of chaos while others called it five days of he**.

After that my husband and I went to see our families in Alabama and then to have a vacation. I'm not really sure what I was thinking. I had way too much to do to vacation. I had to "do Christmas!"

When we returned, six days before Christmas the question on everyone's lips was, "So are you ready for Christmas?" NO! I wasn't ready. I couldn't do any Christmas shopping when we were on vacation since we were flying and couldn't carry a lot of stuff. I couldn't really Christmas shop when we returned because, Hello, I'd been on vacation and had to work.

So, I slid into Christmas this year in a sloppy, haphazard, unorganized way. And do you know what? It still came. It was still a blessing. Our family still enjoyed being together. Our children much preferred money to gifts.

But today I've been able to just think, blog, rest my soul and ponder what if anything I'd do differently next year.

I think next year we'll still see family, but the vacation? Maybe a little less time away and a little more time at home...sweet...home.

Being,
Lila

White Christmas

2009-12-27T17:01:00.005-06:00

We had a white Christmas! I think this was the first time that has ever happened for me. I remember one Christmas we had snow flurries in Birmingham, Alabama and that was pretty exciting, but we really had a white one this year.

On Christmas Eve Eve we watched White Christmas with Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye. Maybe we'll watch that again next year.

I had such fun taking photos around our neighborhood. The picture below is of our house.

This is a house down the street. Can't you just smell a crackling fire and hot chocolate?

This gorgeous house should be on Hallmark cards. I've always loved this house, but with snow, it's pure magic!

Caroline and I drove around our neighborhood snapping pickies. She suggested this shot. It's a good one. She always claims that Katie Lea and I are the artistic, creative ones, but that gal has an eye for composition and color. It was good to encourage her in her own creative journey.

This is the Church of Heavenly Rest, an Episcopal church in my neighborhood. I love this church. We've gone to Christmas Eve services here before. It's so stately and beautiful.
The icicles glittered like antique chandeliers.

This is a photo I took of our back yard and used in my blog header. I like the Andy Warhol look to this one.
I took this photo of Mary covered in sparkling snow. She's in our back yard. I got her at a garage sale for $5.00 because her nose was chipped off and her head had been concreted back on. She needed some love.

Isn't this red door just wonderful? I want to see what is on the other side of that beautiful red door. It is found at the Church of Heavenly Rest.
I have always loved this house. It's at about 7th and Amarillo. I think it is even an apartment but how gorgeous it is in the snow!

A simple rock wall can go unnoticed until the magic fairy dust we call snow blankets it.

Life is Beauty Full,
Lila

I'd Like Another Life, Please

2009-12-26T16:26:00.005-06:00

Before you contact the mental health authorities for me, let me explain. There are so many things I'd like to do, that it would be good to have another life to get them all done!

I'd like to be a painter, a decorator, a cook, a singer, a writer, an actress and a dreamer to name a few things.

Currently, I'm a wife, a mom of grown children, a daughter, a friend (though not a very good one lately) a director with a retirement community, an inn keeper, a student, a part time artist and a sleeper. (It takes a lot of sleep and quietude for this 51 year old introvert to maintain creativity, gratitude and joy.)

I'm reading a delightful book called Going Gray: What I Learned about Beauty, Sex, Work, Motherhood, Authenticity, and Everything Else That Really Matter by Anne Kreamer. It's thought provoking, for sure.

Why am I reading something like that, you may ask. When I was at the beach with my husband last week I noticed that my hair was looking a bit Cruella de Ville-ish . . . and it had only been 2 1/2 weeks since my hairdresser had worked her magic. For those of you in my decade, you remember the Clairol commercial, "Does she or doesn't she?" Well, this gal definitely does...did.

Yes, I've decided to let my gray hair be my crowning glory. I will look a bit like a calico cat for a few months, then I will be gray. You may be asking why I'm letting myself go. I'm not. I'm simply taking another step toward authenticity and being who God created me to be.

I've never fudged on my age when people ask me how old I am, though I will soon be old enough to be my mother's grandmother. She maintained that she was 29 years old her whole life. I'm thankful for the journey that God is walking me through in this life and I want to do it authentically. Of course, I want to have a stylish, sassy do, that's authentic, of course. smile.

I hope to be getting more writing done on my blog. More painting in my studio. More studying in my home office and more reading in my bed. So, Father, will you please show me how to accomplish the things you would have me to do today. As you can see, My To Do list is quite full. What is on your to do list for me?

Waiting,
Lila

Updated Website for our Bed and Breakfast, Journey's Inn

2009-11-21T20:44:00.005-06:00

I've just updated the website for our Bed and Breakfast, Journey's Inn, with some new photos by Chelsea Giles. Chelsea is a dear friend of our daughter, Katie Lea. Chelsea's photography business, Chelsea Lynn Photography, in Lubbock, Texas, is really taking off. When you look at her photos, you'll see why.

I still have some of the fabulous photos that Tammy Marcelain with Marcelain Photography took a year and a half ago, too.

We have changed out inn quite a bit lately. Check out the changes!

Roxanne Spradlin is the artist who painted the vine by the door. Roxy is a gifted artist! Check out her blog.

Surrounded by talented women!
Lila

Sweet Caroline's Birthday

2009-09-20T16:34:00.005-05:00

Our baby girl is 21 years old today. Caroline Elise Conwell was born at Georgia Baptist Hospital in Atlanta, Georgia. Through the years we (her family) have called her countless nicknames. Vann calls her Bug or Buggy. I call her Twink or Care Bear, Katie Lea calls her Care. Care is a very fitting name for her too because she does...care, that is.

It seems like only last week that Vann took me to the hospital to see our baby girl into the world. The night was like a lot of other nights. I went to bed a little early but just couldn't get comfortable. After several hours I told Vann I thought we needed to go to the hospital.

As we drove to the hospital I couldn't get Vann to go as fast as I thought he should go. 80 mph wasn't fast enough as far as I was concerned and I knew he knew nothing about "birthin' no babies."

We arrived at the ER at our hospital at 1:30 am on September 20th, 1988. They told us to go on up to Labor and Delivery. We asked for a wheelchair and they didn't have one so we somehow made it upstairs. Once they got me situated (whatever that means) they told Vann he'd have to move the car. (Are you kidding me? About to have a baby here!!)

He went to park the car and when he got back up to Labor and Delivery he was just in time to catch sweet Caroline. She was born at 1:52 a.m. Twelve days early and 22 minutes after arriving at the hospital. She weighed 6# and 2 oz. We were in love with this new baby girl. Katie Lea joined us the next morning wearing her big sister dress and bow and fell in love as well.

Caroline has been such a gift. Her joyful spirit, compassion for others, fearlessness and leadership are a sight for her family to see.

Thank you, Caroline, for being a gift to us on this your birthday. Thank you, Father, for this precious gift who is our baby girl.

Forever grateful,
Lila

My Newest Painting

2009-09-13T14:54:00.004-05:00

I worked on this yesterday and today some. I'm calling it simply, "Lila's Journey."

I'm not sure if I'm through with it yet or not. We'll see.

Journeying,
Lila

School Starts Tomorrow!

2009-08-23T19:16:00.005-05:00

It's been a long (looooong) time since I've been able to say that for me. Twenty nine years and eight months to be exact. I'm excited (translation: hyperventilating, nervous, scared, tummy rumbling, excited) about what is in store. I don't believe this semester will be all that tough but next semester will be a challenge.

I'm beginning my internship (yep, it's been a long time since I've said that, too). I'm not sure exactly what that will look like but it will be in addition to my job.

This morning in our worship time one of our elders asked all the support staff of a school system to stand up. Then he asked all the teachers, administrators, principals, etc. to stand. Then he asked the students to stand. I felt excited and a bit silly standing with all the students - - from the very young to...me.

It reminds me of a story I heard from a friend. His mother was considering going back to school to get her master's degree. He encouraged her to do it. She said, "Yeah, but, I'm 62 years old." He dryly said, "and how old would you be if you DIDN'T go back to school."

So, here I am. Fifty years old (51 next Saturday) going back to school. What have I done with these feelings this weekend? I've painted, of course.

This painting is of another koru - - Maori symbol meaning new beginnings, growth and peace. The lime green symbol means "to attain one's goals." Seemed fitting.

My number 2 pencils are sharpened, my notebook is new. I think I'll fore go a bookbag. :)

Aiming for an A!
Lila

God's Opportunities are Everywhere!

2009-08-22T17:00:00.003-05:00

This week has had a lot of wonderful serendipity. OK, the hitting my head and toosh on the rocks wasn't so wonderful but other than that, a lot of wonderful.

Today I got my nails done by a new lady. We had the most wonderful conversation. She's only been in town two weeks and misses her home in the DFW area. We discovered many shared interests (piano, guitar, singing, art, writing to name a few). We talked non stop the whole time she was working on my nails. Sadly, she told me I was the only client who had talked with her since she'd been here. What? Why is that? I saw the Lord in this beautiful lady today.

Earlier in the week I met with my friend, Roxann e. She is a very gifted artist and is going to paint a mural on the outside of our inn (after the painter paints it in a couple of weeks.) We talked about possibilities for the mural and then launched into the most beautiful God breathed conversation. What a touching relationship she shares with our Father. I'm giggling as I recall some of the things she shared with me. Roxanne put flesh on our Lord for me that night. Our time together made me realize I was on holy ground.

One afternoon this week I was out on the hunt for some items for our Silent Auction at Wesley Court. We're working to raise money for the Alzheimer's Association. I stopped in Abilene's new store, Emerge on Southwest Drive, and had a delightful conversation with the new owner, Nicole Nunez. That's a great store and their make up line is fabulous! Nicole told me her primary focus for the store is to use it as a ministry.

Wow! Opportunities to share the love of God really are e v e r y w h e r e ! It's exciting to see God shine the spotlight on them daily.

Eyes wide open,
Lila

Just Call Me Grace

2009-08-19T21:55:00.001-05:00

Vann and I have a million funny stories about our dating experiences. Most of them involve my clumsy nature and his taking care of me.

Well, a couple of days ago I was working up in Blue Heaven. The ceiling in this room is slanted because it is an attic room. Well, I stood up from my desk and WHAP knocked myself silly. The front part of my head is still sore!

Then yesterday, I just walked into a door frame. I'm sure I'll have a long, lean bruise from my shoulder to my elbow.

Today's experience took the cake, however. I'm still not laughing about this one. Vann and I were moving an entertainment center out of the inn. We had just placed a different one in there. I was backing up around our big rocks around our waterfall and slipped and hit my tooshie on one rock and the back of my head on another rock all the while the entertainment center is landing on top of me. Talk about a lightning jolt!

Well, you know how heads bleed and bleed it did. We went to the walk in clinic that was supposed to close at 9 p.m. (It was 8:55) and most of the lights were out, the door was locked and Vann saw someone in there who saw him and they backed away and turned out more lights. Hey folks, not like my head is bleeding or anything! urgh.

I've just kept an ice compress on it and I'm fine. I think I'm going to be a bit sore, though. I'm thankful it was no worse than it was. And to think...I wanted to be a ballerina. : } Guess that's why Momma signed me up for piano.

Hard as a rock!
Lila

Compassion wears a Maintenance Uniform

2009-08-18T21:15:00.004-05:00

Today I had the task of letting one of my favorite residents (yes, favorite) know that her dearest friend (another resident) had died. Her friend had been having health problems and went into the ICU yesterday.

As I told her the sad news, she cried. She told me the last time her friend went in the hospital, she knew the "gig was up." Soon after, a knock came to the door. Louis, one of our maintenance men popped his head in the door to ask me a question. When he saw this resident in there he came on in and told her how sorry he was about her friend and gave her a big, burly hug. I witnessed this gentle giant hug this precious lady while she wept into the chest of his uniform. Unashamed tears. Comfortable grieving.

Yes, I work alongside gentle giants. I want to be more like the people who surround me. Thank you, Father, for Louis and his heart of tenderness.

Humbled by greatness,
Lila

The Dream is Free

2009-08-09T21:43:00.000-05:00

The dream is free, but the journey isn't. That's why dream believers are common. Dream buyers are rare.

John Maxwell posted this on his Twitter.

Journeying,
Lila

It's My Birthday Month

2009-08-04T20:00:00.001-05:00

Oh, I know. You're supposed to celebrate it quietly and not mention it. I worked with a wonderful joy mentor when I worked in Atlanta. Her name is Rita. She had a contagious laugh and loved life. She celebrated her birthday the whole month of April.

I thought that sounded like a great idea, so I began sending out an e-mail to my co-workers reminding them when my birthday month began. They giggled and I thought I was a bit eccentric. But then every August 1st, they expected it.

Last Friday (July 31st) I sent an e-mail out to some friends to remind them that the next day (Saturday) was the beginning of my birthday month. I knew they would be disappointed if I didn't do this. (smile)

This morning one of those friends told me she had gotten my e-mail and wanted to begin wishing me a happy birthday month. Our Executive Director was with us and doesn't know me that well yet. He said, "Oh, you're one of those kind of people." I asked him if he meant I was one of those kind of people who enjoyed every opportunity to celebrate life. He smirked and I told him, of course I was one of those types of people. We all need to be celebrating.

Do I expect gifts all through the month? Nah. It's mostly just to remind us to celebrate...something. There is ALWAYS something to celebrate, something to be thankful for.

Loving my birthday month!
Lila

Live Large or Go Home!

2009-08-03T21:37:00.004-05:00

My youngest daughter uses this expression a lot and I've come to like it! Live large or Go Home! Yep. So true.

Tonight we celebrated National Watermelon Day at Wesley Court with not only eating some watermelon (delicious but a bit boring) but with a Watermelon Seed Spitting contest! We had some great participants. Jim, who is close to 85 won by spitting a seed 10' 5". LaNell got the prize for the most creative by picking up her seed and throwing it. Even Barbara (90 years young) spit a seed about 10'.

Vann asked me before the event if I was going to do any spitting myself. "Why, of course!" I answered. "You've got to Live Large or Go Home. "(Thank you Caroline for that wonderful piece of advice.)

My friend, Judy, has always been a great one to do spontaneous and fun things. She's been a great example of living large. I remember one time shortly after we moved to Abilene I was having a group over to my house for Bunco. That night I was feeling particularly sad and missing our former city and friends. Well, in pops Denise, Donna, Lori and Judy (lead by Judy) all wearing green and orange wigs to remind us to Live Large or Go Home! It was at that moment that I knew I was going to love Abilene.

Piet Hein said, "Living is a thing you do. Now or never. Which do you?" Life is delicious. It's a gift. The opportunities to love and laugh are everywhere. Can't find them? Find a friend who lives large. They'll show you the way. Afraid? Don't be. People will want to follow you.

Joyful abundance,
Lila

Lectric Shave

2009-07-29T21:12:00.003-05:00

Yesterday one of our precious seniors came to our gift shop. She doesn't frequent the shop but maneuvered her motorized wheelchair in there and carefully picked out a couple of items. A bar of soap, some candy and some Lectric Shave.

Alice, our receptionist, was checking her out and asked "Mittie" if the Lectric Shave was for her. Mittie giggled a little and sheepishly told her that it was... and it wasn't. Mittie went on to explain that her husband (that passed away this year) used to wear Lectric Shave. She said when she puts a little on her hands and rubs it on her pillow and his pillow, she can still feel his presence.

Every day there is a story like that. Growing older is not for wimps, nor the faint of heart. It is only for valiant soldiers who never give up. I get to see the bravest of soldiers every day. Most of them sport gray hair, glasses a hearing aid or two and a cane or walker, a smile and genuine concern for those around them.

I have the best job in the world, surrounded by amazing heroes.

When I grow up, I want to be like them,
Lila

Swirls

2009-07-28T20:30:00.000-05:00

I've been enjoying painting so much! It's odd how I've been drawn to swirls and more swirls. Before when I painted, I actually painted flowers, scenes, etc. Now, I'm just painting a lot of swirls. My friend told me I might be drawn to swirls for a while as there was probably something in me that needed to just paint swirls.

Well, she was right. Then not long ago I was in a shop and found a necklace with, of all things, a "swirl." Imagine that. But, not only was it a swirl, they called it a KORU. In Maori (from New Zealand) it means new beginnings, strength, peace. It is the symbol of a swirled fern frond.

It gave me goose bumps to realize that there was indeed a reason I have been wanting to paint swirls! I am in the midst of new beginnings, strength and peace. My decision, lead by ,to pursue my nursing home administrator's license wasn't an easy one, yet is affirmed daily. I'll begin classes in the fall.

So, even in my art, God speaks to me. He speaks to me in his beauty of nature and people. Isn't it amazing how God uses the gifts and interests he's placed within us to get our attention? I'm so grateful for a God who deals in details.

Yesterday I started a savings account for a trip Vann and I would love to take . . . to New Zealand. I never heard anything back from Ireland, but we'll see where this leads!

So, tell me, have you ever heard of a koru before?

Koru,
Lila

Crazy Idea

2009-06-20T22:04:00.002-05:00

I had a crazy idea the other day. I wondered if anyone who owned a Bed and Breakfast in Ireland would be the least bit interested in doing a trade with us at our B & B. We did a trade with Miss Lissia's Bed and Breakfast in San Angelo. Why not somewhere else in the world?

Well, I've put some e-mails out there to see what comes from it. Maybe nothing. Maybe something. We've always wanted to go to Ireland.

It will happen if it is supposed to. I'm sure of that. I'm thinking someone out there wants to see where the cowboys trod and where the buffalo roamed. Then, if they went to Perini's, they'd be hooked for sure!

Hopin' and prayin',
Lila

Dads

2009-06-20T21:54:00.004-05:00

I'm so thankful I've had the blessing of experiencing 3 wonderful dads in my life. Let me explain.

I had Diddy, my daddy, until five years ago. He died on April Fool's Day 2004. I never, ever, ever doubted his love for me. Daddy would rock me in the rocking chair until HE went to sleep.

I get to experience daily the precious dad that my husband, Vann, is to our girls and our "adopted son", Serge. Vann would do anything at all for our precious children.

Finally, I have my heavenly daddy who will cradle me in his arms and remind me that he is always there for me and that he is bigger than anything life can throw my way.

How many ways can you say thankful?
"Susan", "Susie", "Daughter of Mine"

2009-06-15T08:00:00.002-05:00

Happy Father's Day to all those dads who take an interest in their kiddos.

Goooo, Dads!
Lila

Overheard

2009-06-08T20:48:00.001-05:00

A 92 year old lady complains that when she goes to class reunions they all look so old.

Amused,
Lila

Conversation

2009-06-07T19:45:00.001-05:00

Our oldest daughter, Katie Lea, is working half time at our retirement community Wesley Court and beginning Monday will work half time at Mesa Springs, our sister facility. I've been amazed at her gentleness and concern with our residents and have been surprised at how much she has loved it.

Katie Lea cracks me up with her dry humor. She e-mailed me this conversation she had with one of our residents (that I've renamed) the other day. Funny thing is, she is right on target!

Pearl - *She walks up rubbing her arms*
Burr. It sure is cold in here! Aren't you freezing?

Katie Lea - No, I'm actually quite warm. I even have the fan blowing on me.

Pearl - Well, that is just crazy. I am freezing. The wind's blowing from the north today.

Katie Lea - mmm hmm

Pearl - Aren't you freezing?

Katie Lea - Nope. Not at all.

Pearl - TC Wesley is sitting out there on the pavement. I don't know why he's sitting there instead of those comfortable chairs.

Katie Lea - Well, I'll bet he enjoys that. The pavement is a bit cooler.

*Pearl walks over to the other side of the door and complains that the plant is in the way."

Pearl - Burr, it sure is cold.I would go see Tomcat Wesley, but it is so cold. Aren't you freezing?

Katie Lea - No.

Pearl - Well, I don't know if I wanna go see the movie tonight. I'm just tired of sitting in my apartment.

Katie Lea - You should go.

Pearl - TC is just sitting down there on the pavement. I wonder why he's not in one of those chairs?

Katie Lea - I'm not sure.

Pearl - Well, I guess I'll go back to my apartment now.

Makes me smile.

I really love my job,
Lila

Just Purr-fect

2009-06-05T19:06:00.006-05:00

Several months ago a stray cat came to visit us at Wesley Court. He's such a cute and friendly thing. Gray fur and a wompy-jawed incisor. No collar. No home, but lots of love.

Before we knew it our retired residents at Wesley Court were feeding the cat and even gave him a name...TC (Tom Cat) Wesley. It was so great to see some of our residents who are otherwise kind of listless perk up when the saw TC.

TC all of a sudden had his favorite chair, a little house provided for him, a food dish and yes, even a blankie. You'd see him jump up on Betty's rolling walker and sit on the seat while they walked around the lake. You'd see him hop up in Ruby's lap and turn over so she could stroke his belly. You'd see "Mr. Curmudgeon" become friendly and talk like a baby to him. All of a sudden, we had a gift from God...a pet providing therapy!

After he became so popular (and especially after they named him) I knew it was time for a meeting to see about getting a permanent home for him. We didn't want him attracting other cats (which he had done) or varmints (isn't that such a southern back woods word?) up close to our retirement community.

As we met together, it was clear that many felt that TC was a part of "the home" now while a couple of others referred to him as "that darn cat." I proposed that we take TC to the vet and have him fixed, de-wormed and to get his rabies shots. (One of our resident's children volunteered to pay for that and also to have his tooth pulled.) When I told the residents about someone agreeing to have his tooth pulled, the air went out of the room. No one wanted to do that. They said that was what made him so cute! (Agreed!)

The consensus was built that we would take him to the vet and then make his permanent home in our lovely courtyard - a very spacious outdoor area filled with beauty.

I picked up TC from the vet yesterday and Betty "babysat" him all night after his surgery. This morning he was "catting about" in our courtyard and having the time of his life. He loves his new home!

TC being in the courtyard was the buzz around Wesley Court today. I can see his special spot and his chair from my window. What a neat gift!

He's a well loved cat. The beautiful thing is he loves back.

Purr-fectly content,
Lila

The Count

2009-05-30T22:22:00.004-05:00

I was in my office the other day when one of our residents popped his head in. He said, "Do you know how many cars passed by in front of our building between 8:40 and 9:00 a.m.? I said, "Well, I would guess about 100!" He said I was wrong and told me that 398 cars had passed by and then showed me his counter.

I don't know why that stuck with me. As I get older I want to be productive, not just fill up the time with things that don't matter. This man is a loner, a bit negative and yet, he wraps himself around my heart every day!

Father, please open my eyes to your possibilities all around. There are more opportunities than I could ever imagine, I know. Father, I want to be useful to use in all things until the day I go to be with you.

My friend with the counter may have his reasons for doing his counting. Maybe it's to talk with others about the traffic on our road and get people in good conversations. Maybe it's just to pass the time of day. His typical response when I ask him how he's doing is to say, "Well, it's good I woke up on top of the ground instead of under it."

Father, please be with my friend and allow him to focus on other possibilities, too. May we show him the light of your spirit and kindness in all that we do.

Thank you,
Lila

It's Time to Paint

2009-05-26T15:52:00.001-05:00

I love to paint pictures, but now it's time to paint the outside of our inn! This photo is our house, but the inn is to the left and at the end of our driveway.

I want to do something different and fun on the alley side (where the guests park) and maybe even something a little different on the wall facing the courtyard and pond. Ideas? Our home is brick and painted cream with burgundy trim. It would need to coordinate, but not necessarily be the same.

I'm thinking serene. I'm thinking memorable. I'm thinking serendipity. Come on. Don't be shy. Give me some ideas! Thanks!!

Happy Birthday, Serge!

2009-05-25T16:03:00.006-05:00

Today Serge turns 22 years old. It's hard to believe! When we met he was 19 years old. Serge is our adopted son and we are his American family for those just tuning in.

Serge is from Rwanda and survived the genocide of 1994. He almost died countless times while the Hutu tribe were hunting down the Tutsi tribe to kill them with machetes. These were his friends. His church members. His neighbors. 800,000 people died in 100 days.

When Serge got to ACU he learned about the love of God and saw that it really did exist. He longs to go back to his country where he can educate those there about tolerance, acceptance and the love of God.Serge's birthday fifteen years ago was spent running and hiding in a bamboo marsh to save his life. He was turning seven years old. My goodness, what his eyes have seen and her ears have heard. My older eyes and ears have never experienced.

We're taking Serge and Esperance (his pledged girlfriend) to dinner tonight at Bonzai. Esperance is from Congo and lives here in Abilene. To be pledged in his country and to meet families is like our engagement. She is a lovely girl and Serge is so in love with her. He's most thankful she is a Christian - - a real Christian...not the kind that killed his people in 1994. Me, too.

Happy Birthday, son!

Thankful ,
Lila

Miss Lissia's B & B

2009-05-24T22:47:00.003-05:00

Vann and I had a wonderful time on our getaway. We stayed at Miss Lissia's B & B in Water Valley, TX. It's close to San Angelo. This quaint cottage was once an old school house that Michelle and Derek Doss purchased for a mere $51.00 to save it from destruction. They moved it to their homesite and acreage and found treasures underneat the bones of the building.

They've decorated in late 1800's decor with lots of lace and roses. They have a whirlpool bath, too. The best part for us was the front porch with the rockers. Bella and Suzie, their two dogs were precious and very loving. Patches, the cat made his home in our laps. Once I figure out how to show photos from my phone, I'll post them.

To feel the wind and hear the sights and sounds of west Texas, Miss Lissia's is a delight. Thanks, Michelle and Derek!

Thankful,
Lila

Busy, Busy

2009-05-20T22:13:00.002-05:00

It's been busy this week but I'll write just a little to catch up with you.

Sunday and Monday Caroline and I went to Austin. I had a lunch at a conference on Monday. We were able to take advantage of some great deals (shopping). Care commented that we probably lost 5 pounds just by our laughter on the ride home. What a great time we had. I'm so thankful our family values laughter.

Work is steady as always. Big news is that I've decided (and felt lead) to pursue my Nursing Home Administrator's license. I'll start classes in the fall. I believe God has prepared me for this and I'm excited about the next phase of life.

The Texas Association of Homes and Services for the Aging is starting a new program called the TAHSA Leadership Fellow program. I'm delighted they (and my company) wanted me to be a part. I'll go for our first session next month. I'm looking forward to that.

I met with a "physical health mentor" today for the first time. It's a longer story for another day, but I'm looking forward to "clean eating."

Last night I met with my book club. I love those women! We discussed the book, Zippy, but also talked about many other things. What an interesting and interested group of women. Two are attorneys and one is a graphic designer. The kindergarten teacher and manager weren't able to make it. Such a serendipitous group. (Then there's me. :)

I continue to enjoy reading and painting. Our art class on Thursday nights is so much fun. I finished The Glass Castle the other night by Jeannette Walls. A poignant read and a memoir. I highly recommend it. Our oldest daughter, Katie Lea is just about through with it and it touched her, too.

Vann and I are heading to a Bed and Breakfast near San Angelo this weekend to celebrate our 28th anniversary. We'll be gone a couple of nighs and I'm looking so forward to spending that wonderful time with him.

Well, that catches you up with me and my world for now. I always love to hear from you.

Thankfulness brings JOY,
Susan

Joy School

2009-05-11T20:42:00.001-05:00

I just finished this book. What a great book about middle school angst, feelings that are so real and ultra sensitive and just trying to figure out your own place in the world.

I really enjoyed Elizabeth Berg's writing. This was the first one of her books I've read. I purchased this one because of the title. A worthwhile read.

Next up - The Glass Castle.

I'm a Little Bit Country

2009-05-07T20:28:00.005-05:00

I'm not really country. I do have a Kenny Chesney CD I listened to...once. Also, I have a Willie Nelson CD. Not sure why.

This evening coming home from fantabulous, ultraspectacular art class, I was traveling down Hwy 80 when I spotted the full moon in my rearview mirror while the sun was in my eyes.

Before I knew it, I was working away on a song in my head with these lyrics. A Country (?) song with these lyrics. It's probably a good thing you can't hear what's in my head this second.

A full moon in my rear view mirror
The setting sun in my eyes
Creation's all around me singing
It doesn't tell any lies.

While He speaks to me of his glory
I look around with my heart
A full moon in my rearview mirror
The setting sun in my eyes.

God has always, always spoken to me through his creation and creativity. I remember sitting with my mom at the kitchen table when I was growing up and watching the birds. She taught me all the different kinds and how they hopped, or walked or sang.

One time I was especially bored and said in the annoyingly whiny voice that only a 13 year old girl can do, "I'm booooooooo-rrrrrrrr-ed!" My daddy asked me in all honesty how in the world I could be bored when there was one blade of grass to be explored. I looked at him with utter amazement (not the kind that invokes awe, but rather the kind of amazement that wonders if he has completely and totally gone off his rocker.)

But today, I realize I could never, ever be bored. God's creation is just so....

Yep,
Lila

No, Uh, Uh!

2009-04-30T20:03:00.001-05:00

Today I gifted myself (ha) by thinking of some of the ways I've been stubborn. Here are a couple...

I recalled the time when I was probably about 10 years old and was adamant about the 'fact' that "not all meat was from animals!" My mother, unable to convince me, tried to get me to see reason. None of that reasoning stuff for me. Even when I knew she was right, I wouldn't admit it.

I recalled another time that my mom told me that not all people chose to be happy. I was about thirteen at the time. I think I all but rolled my eyes out of my head at that "stupid" comment and all but said (out loud) that she was a nincompoop. Ah...early adolescence.

It was probably about during that thirteenth year that I told my mom that you didn't have to brush your teeth to make sure they were clean. (Huh?!)

All that vying for power and control. Whoo-ee. We do that from such an early age. I'm praying that as I grow older, I'll become less and that God will become more in my life.

Would you be willing to share any time you were absolutely certain you were right, but discovered you were wrong?

Giving it up,
Lila

A Girl Named Zippy

2009-04-28T18:00:00.001-05:00

Growing up small in Mooreland, Indiana

I think I've been thinking about my growing up years more lately because of the book I just finished for my book club. A Girl Named Zippy - Growing up small in Mooreland, Indiana by Haven Kimmel.

I'd recommend this book for it's poignant imagery and Haven's creative way of hilarity. I'll begin another Haven Kimmel book tonight or tomorrow, She Got Up Off the Couch.

Behind the Red Door

2009-04-25T19:27:00.004-05:00

Some people don't remember their childhoods very well. I remember so much about mine (except how to get to my grandmother's house 3 hours from our house - I slept all the way there and back about every trip. tee hee!)

I found myself remembering something from elementary school the other day. When I was seven years old we moved "over the mountain" which in Birmingham, Alabama was where all the new growth in town was happening at that time. Much of the former pastures and farmland were then becoming new subdivisions, schools and shopping centers.

When we moved I began going to a new school and riding the bus. On the way to school every day we passed nice homes and new neighborhoods and all the people riding on the bus "looked like me." All except for Starr...

We stopped the bus every day at the Cloverleaf Honky Tonk bar. It was a hold out in our part of town. The Cloverleaf looked like it was practically falling down and was sure enough painted green. In the lower part of the Cloverleaf, there was a red door, a red light and a stoop.

It was from that door that Starr, dressed in dirty dresses, sporting unruly hair and a forlorn expression, made her appearance daily and trudged up the stairs of our new bus to be blatantly ignored by the other students.

Little did I know then that Starr's mom was a prostitute. Little did I know that Starr's childhood was probably horrible. Little did I know.

I'm sorry I didn't reach out to Starr. I wonder where she is now. She most assuredly isn't living in the Cloverleaf. It was finally bulldozed about 20 years ago. But, I wonder if she has a red light outside her stoop. I hope not.

Father, make me aware of the Starrs out there who are living in their own horrible place. Open my eyes and heart to see how I can just love with your love.

That's why we're here.
Just to love.
Just to show the Father's love,
Lila

40th Birthdays

2009-04-18T19:11:00.009-05:00

Once upon a time, there were three imaginative girls. They were closer than close in high school. They told each other their juicy secrets and spent evenings imagining what they would become when they grew up. The future was bright with promise, but the unknown loomed behind every corner.

Every year they celebrated their birthdays together as their birthdays were all within a week of each others.

Graduation day drew nearer and in a desperate attempt to hold on to the good times they had had, they promised that no matter where they ended up they would get together on their fortieth birthday week.

Life took them far from each other and joy and hardship came. Time went by and the promise that was made was pushed to the back of their minds.

But as the fortieth birthdays of the girls drew near, the promise again resurfaced.

Those three girls are turning 40 this week - - twenty two years after their graduation. They are reunited and remembering old times and planning their next adventure.

I'm thankful that this memory maker of a weekend is taking place in our little Bed and Breakfast...Journey's Inn.

What dreams have you forgotten? Is it time to stoke the fires again?

Possible,
Lila

Rhythms of Life

2009-04-12T20:27:00.009-05:00

I'm up in Blue Heaven. I hear Caroline, our youngest, in the next room packing up again to head back to college. It's been a great Easter weekend with her.

Ah, the rhythms of life.

I remember holding my tiny baby girls and thinking my heart would just tear in two if they ever left me. Then they begin growing and exerting independence and wisdom and short of clipping their wings, it becomes impossible to let them not fly.

In fact, you really want them to fly. It is what they were created to do. It is a beautiful thing to see them becoming the women they were created to be. They aren't perfect. (Neither am I...) They won't be. (Neither will I...) But, they are growing. (So am I...)

So, as Caroline shuffles down the staircase with her suitcase to put her things in her car, I can anticipate another climb up the stairs for her to come in and give me a hug and a kiss and let me know that she is looking forward to Wednesday night's dinner together. Me, too.

Life. Ebbs. Flows. Goes. As my mother used to sing to me, "Que Sera, Sera. Whatever will be will be." Yes. That is true.

I'm comforted to know that God is walking and sometimes carrying me and those I love in our rhythms of life.

Que Sera Sera,
Lila

For the record, I was right. Care did come back upstairs and kiss me and let me know she is looking forward to dinner. Thank you, Father. What a gift.

Mrs. Tyndal's Good Friday

2009-04-11T18:01:00.001-05:00

I went to a public elementary school. It was different then. The teachers started off the day with a devotional or a Bible reading and the principal would have a prayer over the loudspeaker. Times have changed.

In 5th grade, Mrs. Tyndal was my homeroom teacher. She was a love. She was at least 85, though I know you had to retire back then at 65. Her husband was a Methodist minister.

The day was Good Friday and Mrs. Tyndal asked us to settle down in our seats as she wanted to tell us a story. The time was 11:50 a.m.

We quietly listened as she got out her old, worn Bible. Mrs. Tyndal told us that Good Friday was sometimes known as Black Friday because of what had happened.

She turned to the passages where Jesus was betrayed and continued reading up to the point where Jesus died on that splintered cross. She finished reading right at 12:00. The room was quiet and still. Mrs. Tyndal closed her Bible. The sun went behind the clouds and the sky turned very dark. Every ten year old eye in the room turned around and looked outside. The fear, the bitterness, the alone-ness of Jesus dying was palpable. We were quiet for several minutes and felt at a loss.

Then, Mrs. Tyndal said, "Class, there's good news! There is no reason to be sad!" She went on to read about the open tomb and is if on cue, God removed the clouds from the sun and it shone brightly again. Mrs. Tyndal proclaimed, "The grave couldn't hold Jesus! He rose from the dead!"

I don't think I'll ever forget the feeling I had that day, at ten years of age, that God was bigger than anything I could ever worry about. He'd allowed his son to die and then raised him up.

Easter's coming!
Praise our ALMIGHTY GOD!
Lila

EASTER MEMORIES

2009-04-10T17:13:00.005-05:00

This weekend conjures up many memories from past Easters. For about 22 years the Wiseman family and our family celebrated Easter together when we lived in Atlanta. Their families and our families were far away so we spent the holiday together.

When our children were born (their boys are our girl's ages) we continued the tradition and took turn at each others homes with a fun Easter lunch and the usual round of Easter egg hunts. Looking back on those photos through the years brings tears to my eyes. I miss Kimbra, Brent, Justin and Chet at Easter.

Another memory that pops into my mind was the Good Friday when I was in 2nd grade. I was in Mrs. Granger's class and she and the parents had put on a fabulous Easter party with punch, cake, chocolate and all sorts of Easter goodies. After the party, we went outside for recess to run off some of that extra sugar high, no doubt. We were coming back inside to go to Mrs. Gibson's class' Easter program when I started not feeling so good.

I told Mrs. Granger. She was warned. They packed the four 2nd grade classes all in Mrs. Gibson's class. I told Mrs. Granger again I wasn't feeling well. She encouraged me to sit down and cool off (impossible on that hot day and in a room with what must have been 100 hot, squirmy kids and no air conditioning.)

Beautiful Mrs. Gibson with her lovely bouffant hair, her slim fitting dress and high heels got up and excitedly began telling the students and teachers all about their Easter program. I, sitting on the front row, right in front of this beautiful lady, felt the volcano in my stomach about to erupt and stood up and literally be-came the girl in the Exorcist, sharing all my recycled punch, cake and chocolate with beautiful Mrs. Gibson.

Have you ever felt like you would like to just die? Well, me, too. But, I tell ya. Mrs. Gibson was gracious and beautiful even outfitted with all my regurgitated goop. She was the epitome of grace.

I'm thankful for kind people. Tomorrow, maybe I'll write about Mrs. Tyndal and her Good Friday story.

Thankful for grace,
Lila

Fairies Abound

2009-04-09T21:24:00.005-05:00

Our retirement community has at least two fairies. Fairies, you say? Yep.

We have a delightfully wonderful Flower Fairy. She works diligently in the courtyard planting and caring for flowers. Then as the flowers bloom she makes her way around cutting the blossoms and putting in cups to take to our residents in our nursing centers (and some very appreciative staff, too.) I love seeing her flit up and down the halls with her flowers spreading sunshine wherever she goes.

We are also blessed to have a Hug Fairy. This precious lady has some memory loss but goes around day after day giving hugs. She'll come to my office, peep her head in and ask how I'm doing. After my usual response of "I'm doing well" she comes back with, "How are you REALLY doing." To which I always reply, "I'm really doing well." She'll then ask if I need a hug. Of course, ALWAYS!

When her task with me is done, she flies away searching for her next hug recipient. Lucky person!

I want to be a fairy, too. I think I want to be an Encouragement Fairy. What kind of fairy do you want to be?

Flittin' and Floatin',
Lila

I Feel Like Dorothy

2009-04-05T15:03:00.003-05:00

Yesterday Vann and I went to Frisco just for fun. We had a great time just relaxing and doing whatever we wanted to do.

I needed to get my nails done and Vann found the most fabulous place. (He didn't stay, but I wanted to give him credit for finding this Oz-like fantasy land.) It was called simply, "Nails Now." I liked the Now part. Instant gratification and all.

Well, I went in and asked them how long it would be before they could take me...after all, it was a Saturday morning and they said, you guessed it, "right now. Go have seat in chair 8."

So, I did and was greeted by the most beautiful young Vietnamese girl named "Helen." She got the fact that I like to wear my nails short and that I don't want to paint them with a design and that I just wanted a little white at the tips. Wow! There were between 10 and 15 customers already in "Nails Now" getting their nails done or pedicures or something. There were also about 10 - 15 other nail, wax, massage techs waiting for that valuable customer to come in the door so they could take care of them "now."

Helen spoke beautiful English with just a touch of a Vietnamese accent. She explained to me every service and why this extra service would be good and would cost a little more. That's o.k. An informed customer is a happy customer.

It wasn't long before another tech came up to me and smiled. She watched Helen doing my nails and then gently asked me if I'd like to get my eyebrows waxed. Why, yes, I would. I expected to have to go back into their little room and lie on a makeshift stretcher while they applied hot wax to my eyebrows. But that wasn't the way this scenario unfolded. She came right over with her little wax kit and used a wax roller thingamabob to wax my eyebrows...all the while Helen was working on my nails. I was beginning to feel like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. Remember the scene when they are getting her all dolled up so that she can meet the wizard? Someone is working on her hair, someone is painting her nails, etc.

Well, the eyebrow waxing went great and Helen was getting close to finishing my nails. When "Joyce" came up to me and said, "You want massage? Feels nice? I just give you massage - - one minute." I asked her how much and it was "$1 for 1 minute." I told her to give me 10 minutes.

Helen is working on my nails, my eyebrows are newly waxed and now Joyce is taking me straight on the stairway to heaven by giving me a massage - - and I have never left my chair!

All I can say is, sometimes

It's great to be Dorothy,
Lila

Boy Howdy!

2009-03-31T19:18:00.003-05:00

My husband is having way to much fun with my last post. (And to think I thought it actually had merit. ha!)

For those of you who are unaware of what I speak, I posted a graphic on my last blog post that was pretty terrible. It was purely, completely, TOTALLY an accident. I thought I was just posting some random Chinese graphic to go along with my post. The graphic even said to turn your head to the right (which I never did). But, boy, howdy, when a friend alerted me to the fact that I needed to look at the graphic again, I did... Let me just say, I've been mortified all day! I apologize, friends.

It reminds me of the time I got a dress with a loud print on it only to discover that the loud print was a bunch of naked women. Shoot, I just typed in "learning Chinese" into Flickr and chose that stinkin' graphic.

Thanks for believing the best about me. My gracious. Trust me, that is not the kind of message I'm wanting to get out! There's bound to be a lesson in there somewhere... I'm up to learning it if anyone has a clue what the lesson is. : } I think I'll go without a graphic tonight...

Rather pink,
Lila

Celebrate Every Gorgeous Moment

2009-03-30T20:12:00.008-05:00

The artist who calls herself Sark said, "Celebrate every gorgeous moment." Love that.

When others ask me about my day (especially if it is a work day) my usual harried response is "busy." I'm quite bored with that response, to be frank. I even say it in such a way that I think they are going to want to glimpse into my life and really want to see exactly how busy I've been. Bor-ing (said in a sing-song voice).

We're all busy. I'd like to instead be more focused on the fact that I'm celebrating "every gorgeous moment." Now, that's something worth talking about.

Today I had several gorgeous moments. A resident came to see me. She is usually a sour person and when she had a seat in my office, I inwardly sighed. But, we had the most delightful conversation. I learned that she felt she had to continue learning. How exciting and enlightened. I also learned that she had learned to speak Russian and had attempted Chinese! I learned that she has a love for roses, too and we had a delightful conversation about different varieties. That was a gorgeous moment . . . and very unexpected.

Another gorgeous moment I had was with another resident. He's going through some medical trials and tends to be a bit of a curmudgeon. I tease him every time I see him and tell him to "be extraordinary." I think he lives to tell me what "extraordinary" thing he did. Good.

And yet another gorgeous moment I had was when someone offered a "kick" in my direction. Usually, when this person does such a thing I get all bummed. But not, today. I remembered that turkeys will be turkeys and bunnies will be bunnies. And...I'm not a turkey. : ) It didn't even phase me. That was a gorgeous moment.

When I can see the truly gorgeous moments, I'm seeing things in a way more like God. Oh, to have his eyes, his heart and his ears.

That is my prayer,
Lila

Please note that no real names or photos of residents at my facility are ever used in this blog.

Labyrinth Learning

2009-03-23T22:09:00.004-05:00

Tonight I was meeting Vann for dinner and was a few minutes early. (That never happens.)

I had just enough time for a walk around the labyrinth at ACU. The wind was blowing hard as I walked the path. I realized that life is like that. At times, the winds blow and try to take you off course. Sometimes, they actually do get you off the path. But if I keep my eyes and purpose on the path, God is faithful to help in the midst of the winds of change.

Another takeaway from my time on the labyrinth was that you don't always have to finish something to get benefit from it.

I was about 3/4 of my way through the labyrinth walking when out of the corner of my eye I saw two children barreling down the hill bound for "my" labyrinth. They ran across the labyrinth and started talking excitedly and loudly as children sometimes do wondering where to start the maze. When they saw the start of it they, you guessed it, decided to walk it as quickly as possible.

My initial irritation turned to peace as I realized that I don't always have to complete a task to gain benefit from it. I left the last 1/4 of the labyrinth "unwalked" for today. That's o.k.

God is teaching me when OCD is good and when it doesn't help me.

Thanks for reading,
Lila

She's a Beautiful Piece of Work

2009-03-21T21:40:00.002-05:00

I've mentioned what a great week my oldest daughter, Katie Lea and I had last week. Vann and Caroline were on a mission trip during spring break to New Orleans and Katie Lea and I were machines, I tell ya!

Katie Lea painted three rooms during the day and I worked. At night we would get together for a quick bite of dinner and start putting the rooms back together. We completely re-purposed the two attic rooms and gave a brand new look to our bathroom.

In addition to the painting and redecorating, we also prepared for a garage sale and gave a successful garage sale on Saturday!

During the beginning of the week I noticed our waterfall was slowing down. Us pond owners know that means we have to clean out the pump. As wonderful as a waterfall and a pond are, cleaning out the pump is not so wonderful. It means sticking your hand down into the murky water to retrieve the pump and clean it out. I won't go into much more details as I think most of my readers are women. Let's just suffice it to say, ewww...

Anyway, I told Kit that I needed her help to clean out the pump. I needed her to plug it back in. I was going to give her the less gunky chores since I know she is a whole lot like I was at her age. :)

Well, I couldn't get the stinking thing to working right and our daughter who has never liked putting her hands in a sink of soapy, wet dishes, dug her hands and up to her forearms in ooky water to get that pump going right. It didn't even seem to phase her! I was stunned. I thought some alien had inhabited her body, but I sure liked this alien!

Several months ago Katie Lea discovered I had a tattoo. I had not ever intended to tell anyone and she discovered it much to my chagrin. She was so touched by learning that I had a tattoo that she said she saw me in a whole new light. She said she was having to figure out who I was all over again and she liked this new person. wow. Funny thing is that I was still the person I always had been.

Well, that was the way it was for me when I saw our daughter not even flinch and stick her arm down in that fish poopy water. We had such a beautiful bonding week together. I think it was our best week ever. I'm so thankful. It will be a week we'll both remember for a long time, I'm sure. God is growing her up.

He's growing me, too,
Lila

Life is a Puzzle

2009-03-19T19:00:00.001-05:00

And God is the master designer...

I used to tell my older friend, "Sylvia"that I wanted to be like her. She had such a close relationship with God and was so loving to others. But, I didn't ever want to go through what she had to go through in order to be like her. She spent many years with her husband jailed for a crime she contended he didn't do.

There have been countless others I've wanted to be like but would not want to go through what they went through in order to have the qualities that refined them.

When we moved to Atlanta many years ago, I got a job as an Assistant Director at the County Community Council on Aging. As a college Social Work major, I never once listed working with older adults in my top ten wish list. Handicapped, mentally ill, poor, etc. But never did I want to work with older adults.

Shortly after I got that job I was offered another job as a manager of a senior citizen's high rise. I didn't want the job but took it because it was a good opportunity. Many years later I was the Administrator of that same high rise. That first job was 1982! Yes, all these many years later I'm still in this industry. I believe God knew me well enough to know I'd have a hard time being an older adult and wanted to saturate me with experiences to prepare me. (Yep, that would fit.) Today, I can say I see God's hand in my work experiences all the way through.

I've often said that working in this industry has allowed me to see what I want to be when I grow up - - and what I don't want to be. : }

Today I saw where my experiences at my job in Atlanta helped in my job today in Abilene, TX. Some of the issues I had there really helped with a situation I was faced with today.

Life really is a puzzle at times, isn't it? Sometimes it seems so clear. The edges of the puzzle are in place and the middle is starting to make sense. Other times, someone comes along and throws their homework on top of the puzzle and pieces scatter to the floor.

Do you remember the movie "Signs" with Mel Gibson? Everything in that movie began fitting together. I was scared by that movie, but also touched. God's hand.

God's hand is everywhere. Even when we can't see it. Even when we choose not to see it.

Today I'm sitting here very thankful that today...at least a little...I was able to see God's handiwork in my surroundings and in me. It's my prayer that he opens my eyes and heart to what he sets before me each day.

Working on the edges,
Lila

Living Until We Die

2009-03-17T20:47:00.005-05:00

Isn 't she adorable?

I heard a thought provoking comment many years ago that still resonates with me. "God gives us the biggest challenge until last. Living until we die."

I've often used that in my career with older adults. But now, I'm realizing, I am an older adult. Ew.

But what does "living until we die" really mean? To me, it means clarity of thought, purpose, direction. It means looking someone in the eye and really trying to understand what they are saying (or not saying). It means seeing with my heart the things that God has put smack dab in front of me to be grateful for. It means seeing things in a new, exciting way.

Last week our oldest daughter Katie Lea (Kit, Kitty, Kate, Kittenfur - all names we use for her) and I were hard working, well oiled woman machines! I wish I could say I was a little buffer or slimmer for the effort, but, ah...no.

Katie Lea painted 3 rooms. She painted Blue Heaven. It's still Blue, just a softer blue. See previous post. She painted Bliss - a new name for Caroline's bedroom and our new guest room. Care has informed us that she is basically on her way out. (My goodness, the audacity of our 20 1/2 year old!) Kit also painted our 2nd floor bathroom. It's a beautifully soothing "spa green" as Care says. Kitty also painted the ceilings in these rooms and I like it.

Anyway, back to the main trail and off the rabbit trail...

Tonight, as I sit with my computer in my new office and creating space (Blue Heaven) I noticed for the first time in the 4 years and 2 1/2 months we have lived in this house that I have a magnificent view of McMurry's chapel tower out of my Blue Heaven window! The tower is lit and magical. How have I missed this? Curtains. (I just now looked out my window again and saw it. tee hee!)

How many other things am I missing? A lot, I'm sure.

I have some more thoughts, but will save them for another post. Too much is too much.

Clearly,
Lila

The Soft Glow of a Conch Shell

2009-03-08T21:01:00.001-05:00

I'm excited about this week. This is the week we're repainting the attic rooms.

Caroline's old room (now a lime green) will become a beautiful pale beige pink . . . the palest color of a conch shell. It's the close to the color circled on the shell above. I'll use silver, brown, taupe and cream accessories and it will become a serene guest bedroom and room for Caroline to retreat to when she is home. We have an antique chenille bedspread the same color. I need a new name for that room. Ideas?

The other attic room, Blue Heaven that I've written about, will be painted a much airier blue. See the photo of the tree and sky above. It's close to the color in the circle. The color of fresh air. It will still be Blue Heaven, just serene blue.

Life has been so busy lately that I'm craving the serenity of soothing colors and things. I'm excited about these changes. I'm also even looking forward to the garage sale next Saturday. Finally, a chance to clean out! Simplifying is freeing.

Now, let's just hope I don't have jury duty all week.

Freer than air,
Lila

Fifteen Minutes to Insight

2009-03-07T15:23:00.007-06:00

I love a labyrinth as it is not a maze that can confuse and frustrate you. In a maze there are many different paths. In a labyrinth, there is one way.

I've wanted to walk the new labyrinth at ACU (Abilene Christian University) and got a chance this morning. It's a lovely area close to the lake and fountain. They've done a wonderful job of landscaping the grounds with vibrant tulip trees and great west Texas grasses. The labyrinth itself is engraved in thought provoking words along the path...endurance, patience, devotion, etc.

I almost didn't go this morning though I had planned it. The wind has been ferocious today. I imagined a sinus headache that wouldn't go away until next Wednesday if I went. The headache didn't happen, but clarity and insight crawled up my legs and worked their way into my head and my heart as I was journeying the labyrinth.

Some takeaways from this morning...

AS YOU THINK YOU ARE ABOUT TO GO LEFT, YOU GO RIGHT.
Life is unpredictable as hard as we try to make it predictable.
TRUST THE JOURNEY.
You may not see how you are going or have the "big picture" but if you just follow the path, you will get there.
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11
Stop trying to figure it out. Just know you'll have more understanding of whatever when and if you are supposed to.

I worked with a lady named Ann once who always seemed calm. Even in the midst of chaos or rude or mean people. I asked Ann what her secret was about staying peaceful in the midst of upheaval. She simply said, "Susan, you just do the next right thing." Indeed.

Results of labyrinth . . clarity and peace.

The winds whipped, but my spirit calmed in the midst of the battering wind. My wish for you this day is

Peace,
Lila

What Makes our Spirits Soar?

2009-03-04T20:47:00.010-06:00

Have I mentioned how much I'm enjoying my art class? My new friend, Jo Ann, taught it. We worked with acrylics and I learned a lot of new techniques. I like it even better than watercolors, I think. You can make mistakes with it and cover them up. You can't do that with watercolors.

Beginning tomorrow night our group is going to get together just to paint - - not real instruction as such, but I can't wait until then!

When I paint, something wonderful is released in my spirit. I took a watercolor class when our girls were small and I felt the same way then. It's been too long since I've painted. It's like your spirit being constipated. (Sorry, I just couldn't think of a more "ladylike" way to say that.)

I let commitments get in the way of refreshing "me time." I forget to take care of myself. You've heard (probably many times) about how important it is to put the oxygen mask on yourself before putting it on the child in an airplane. Seems cruel. But, how can you take care of the child if you can't breathe.

How can we take care of those we love if we are running on empty? We can't.

What makes your spirit soar? What makes you feel alive? Really alive?

For me, it's art. Sometimes it is writing. Sometimes it's reading. Always it's laughing.

Last week I went up to Blue Heaven (my favorite attic room in my house) and just sat...for 30 minutes! I didn't have a note pad. The television or radio weren't on. In fact, I don't even have those things in Blue Heaven. I just sat there. I prayed some. I looked around the room. And, I just sat. Meditated. It was the most clarifying 30 minutes. It was oxygen. I was just being.

After that I could see more clearly. Respond more appropriately. When I take time to just "be" my spirit is calm enough for God to speak. Rather...when I take time to just "be" my spirit is calm enough for me to Hear God speak.

What sets your spirit to flying? What makes your heart sing? My friend, Sarah feels she was born to be a writer. (I think she is right. She's quite good. Check her out.) What is your spirit soaring dream. If we speak it, we are closer to realizing it.

Don't be shy,
Lila

Hi Friend

2009-03-02T21:22:00.005-06:00

I apologize for not coming up with some poignant, life altering, insightful musings lately. : } (Not that I ever really do. Anything good comes from the Father anyway.)

For the past while, I've been putting a lot of energy into "doing the next right thing" - - namely my job. I've been working a lot of hours. (Can I hear a collective sigh? ha!)

God is reminding me daily that I can crawl up in his lap when I become overwhelmed, frightened or just weary. I take him up on his offer, too!

I hope to have something more stimulating or at least "ponder worthy" to share soon, but my extra energy when at home has been going into being creative with beautiful things I can see. That feeds my soul. The other time has been spent on being with my sweetheart. And yet the other little bit has been spent on taxes. blech. There just hasn't been a lot of mental or emotional energy left over to process. That's o.k. For everything there is a season.

Being,
Lila

New signature

2009-02-27T20:17:00.005-06:00

I have a new signature for my paintings. What do you think of it? It says "Lila."

I wish I could have the life I've become accustomed to by just piddling and painting.

One can dream...
Lila

How to Simplify Your Life - Part 5

2009-02-25T20:36:00.003-06:00

Cut back on debt. Consolidate your different debts into one and pay it off. Put your credit cards in a spot where you won't be able to use them until you're debt-free. Track your expenses for a month, then cut back your spending on items you don't need. For instance, pack a lunch rather than buying one at work. Mix and match your outfits rather than constantly buying new ones.

Plan time for a vacation every year. Some people claim "I haven't had a vacation in three years" as if it was a badge of courage. It isn't.

Find time each and every day to be grateful. Begin the day with it. Remind yourself during the day and recount your blessings in the evening.

Blessed,
Lila

Is This Real Life?

2009-02-23T21:57:00.004-06:00

If you are looking for something deep and insightful in this post, just click on over to someone else's blog. My eldest daughter showed me this and I laughed until I cried! I know. I'm a scamp for laughing at other people's misfortunes, but y'all, I just can't help it! tee hee!

Check out poor David after his visit to the dentist.

Laughing,
Lila

Get Those Shackles Off My Feet!

2009-02-21T18:16:00.003-06:00

My bloggy friend, Suzanne at Lily of the Valley posted this. I love this song and what it says. Sometimes the shackles are on our feet and sometimes they are on our heart and mind. Whenever we lift our arms and our hands to praise him, the shackles fall.

I just want to praise him!
Lila

The Father's Love

2009-02-16T21:09:00.001-06:00

This song makes me think of my friend, Anne, who sounds like an angel when she sings this solo.

Thank you, Father, for bringing so many of us to you through your beloved son.

Humbled,
Lila

How to Simplify Your Life - Part 4

2009-02-13T17:00:00.000-06:00

Make a plan for the weekend that doesn't involve work. Plan to spend more time with your family or with people who make positive contributions to your life.

Stop spending time with people who are a drain on your energy or vitality. Get with nutritious people and avoid excessive time with toxic people.

Carry a smaller wallet or purse. Start by cleaning out the one you've got. Get rid of unnecessary credit cards and other clutter that you don't use regularly. (I love this idea! When you go in Target and have to get a cart for your purse...something's wrong.)

Make time for yourself. Set aside time each day to reflect quietly, go for a walk, plan for your future or pray. Visit the park instead of the mall.

Cut back on your children's planned activities. If they have to use a time planner to schedule their activities, and you spend all of your time taxiing them around, they're probably too busy... and so are you. One little boy said to his mom, "I work hard at school all day, go to boy scouts, take Taekwondo. When do I just have time to be Jesse?" Indeed.

Clearer and clearer,
Lila

Be Still

2009-02-07T06:52:00.003-06:00

"Be still and know that I am God." Psalm 46:10

I love the way God's spirit speaks without speaking.

This has been one week. Fast paced, chaotic and stressful. For those of you who know "know" me, you know that I love and relish and most importantly need balance. This week has provided little of that.

Last night when I took the opportunity to take a deep breath, there was God's spirit beneath all the debris that had collected in my heart saying, "Be still and know that I am God."

A more profound thought was never uttered.

Ever thankful,
Lila