I love antiques! I love antiques that have been refurbished, like my desk that has been refurbished from an old Singer sewing machine. 
I have an antique china cabinet, an antique chest and an antique bench. I even have an old Dutch Doughboy that dates back to the late 1800’s. It’s really a cool piece! I won’t say I buy antiques simply because they’re antiques; however, I do love perusing through the antique stores just to see what I can find! 
In Georgia, some of the best towns to go seeking for antiques are Ellijay, Dahlonega, Madison, Clayton, Buford, and Monroe. These small, southern towns have so many shops and antique malls through which to browse. If you’re looking for antiques, you’ll love these! I could spend a whole day in each of these town…well, actually, I have! š as a matter of fact, I’d like to go, again, right now! š
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I Hear You
Surrounded by rushing waves
I hear Your voice on the waters
The leaves rustle in the trees
I hear You calling in the wind
The woodpecker peck the trunk
I hear You knocking on my heart
The scurrying through the brush
I hear Your rememberances of love
Enveloped by a swarm of lightening bugs
I hear your flashes of warning for dangers near
The song of cicadas among the branches
I hear your symphony of serenity
The children’s laughter in the sun
I hear Your delight for Your own
The twinkle of a father’s eye
I hear Your whisper of promises
You are my love
You are my promise
You are my child
You are forever Mine
Penned – MG – 7/6/15
Why Everything Does Not Happen For A Reason
This is so good. I couldn’t not choose to reblog!!
That phrase.
Weāve all received it personally gift-wrapped byĀ well-meaning friends,Ā caring loved ones, and kind strangers.Ā It usually comes delivered with the most beautiful of intentions; a buffer of hope raised in the face of the unimaginablyĀ painful things we sometimes experience in this life.
Itās a close, desperate lifeline thrown out to us when all other words fail:
Everything happens for a reason.
Iāve never had a tremendous amount of peace withĀ the sentiment. IĀ think itĀ gives the terrible stuff too much power, too much poetry;Ā as if thereĀ mustĀ be nobility and purpose within the brutal devastation we mayĀ find ourselves sitting in. In our profound distress, this idea forces us to run down dark, twisted rabbit trails, looking for the specific part of The Greater Plan that this sufferingĀ all fits into.
It serves as an emotional distraction, one thatĀ cheats us out of the full measure of our real-time grief and outrage. We stutter andā¦
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No Secret
Words to live by…. Too good not to reshare…
I tend to see the good in peopleā¦hard for me to focus on anything but the good.
Looking Back…Moving Forward: Growing Pains and Pleasures
Correction: it’s only about 1000 words; so, lengthier than some I write, but not too bad, I suppose. š
**Spoiler Alert: this post is a little lengthier than others, but still about 1000 wordsā¦.Iām so sorry if youāre looking for a shorter read today. Iām catching up on a weekās worth of āassignments,ā or challenges, given byĀ The Daily Post for Blogging 201ā¦Ā Please, feel free to peruse through some of the Poetry or Lessons Learned categories (widgets to the right)Ā to find a little shorter post.**
Well, here I amĀ again trying my hand at Blogging 201ā¦ I did this back in October, but I thought, āHey, what can it hurt to attempt it again and see how much Iāve āgrownā in blogging over the past four months?ā If youāre curious to read those first notes on blogging, back in October, you can catch up here. This is the weekend, and yes, Iām playing a little catch up, as I didnāt start on Monday, and the week simply got away beforeā¦
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A Living Poppy in a Doughnut (reblog)
Wow. Simply amazing, and a wonderful memorial to WWI and all those involved.
A Living Poppy
Before Christmas I wrote a post, āBlood Swept Lands and Seas ofĀ Redā, about the spectacular poppy installation at the Tower of London to commemorate the centenary of the start of World War 1.Ā I meant to follow it up with a post about a huge ālivingā poppy that was created locally at GCHQ.Ā But 2014 ended as it had progressed, with accidents, emergencies and disasters of a medical, rather than domestic kind!Ā Now that my own personal Annus Horribilis has ended, and a new year has begun, I am determined to continue with my blog.Ā So here is my belated post on poppies and peace.
I have mentioned before that I live near āThe Doughnutā, which is the local nickname for the building which houses the Government Communication Headquarters, GCHQ.Ā Ā Being an important part of our countryās security service, we rarely find out what isā¦
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An Open Letter To My Daughter On Her First Date – by Scott Dannemiller
Wow. This is wonderful. Every little girl should have a Daddy who believes in her, and every little girl should receive a letter (and a date) like this! ā¤
Dear daughter of mine.Ā You reached a milestone tonight.
Your first date.
Every dad dreads this day.Ā And, I must admit, I am very much like every dad.Ā So, to ease the sting of the first date and assure you were treated like a queen, I took matters into my own hands.
I asked you out.
The good news is you enthusiastically accepted.Ā No doubt my probability of success was buoyed by the fact that you believe I am a superhero, capable of throwing your giggling, 36-pound body into the air to unspeakable heights, and catching you again before you konk your head on our food-splattered wood floors.
And who wouldnāt want to date a superhero?
Donāt get me wrong.Ā I am certainly not naĆÆve enough to think that my doorstep will never feel the heavy boots of a poorly dressed, angst-ridden, mouth-breather intent on breaking curfew with my littleā¦
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Bravely Looking (reblog)
Written by a great friend of mine. I just had to reshare. š
In the deepest winter when it seems all is lost. It is the ones who still bravely look for miracles find them.
My friends donāt stop looking even when every thing around you sayās to stop. The day you stop will be the day your miracle is lost. Keep faith, hope, believe in God and bravely seek.
25 Ways to Say “I Love You” Without Saying a Word (Reblog)
This is so good. I had to reblog…
25 Ways to Say āI Love Youā Without Saying a Word
by Ā Winifred M. Reilly
Recently, on a cross-country flight, my husband and I were seated on opposite sides of the aisle. Several times, he leaned toward me to ask, āWould you like a bite of my sandwich?ā āCan I get you some water?ā Once he offered to share the last bite of his cookie. A while later, he reached over and put his hand my arm, just to say, āHi.ā
At the end of the flight the woman next to me said, āYour husband really loves you. I can tell.ā
And sheās right. He does.
As couples, we express love through our everyday actions ā our gestures of kindness, our generosity, our attention, our touch.
We say, āDrive safely.ā āTake an umbrella.ā We kiss each other goodnight.
And our spouse hears,āI love you,ā in a way that touches moreā¦
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Rock It
Working on this – daily! š
