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! 😉 as a matter of fact, I’d like to go, again, right now! 🙂
Uncategorized
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.
We’ve all received it personally gift-wrapped by well-meaning friends, caring loved ones, and kind strangers. It usually comes delivered with the most beautiful of intentions; a buffer of hope raised in the face of the unimaginably painful things we sometimes experience in this life.
It’s a close, desperate lifeline thrown out to us when all other words fail:
Everything happens for a reason.
I’ve never had a tremendous amount of peace with the sentiment. I think it gives the terrible stuff too much power, too much poetry; as if there must be nobility and purpose within the brutal devastation we may 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 suffering all fits into.
It serves as an emotional distraction, one that cheats us out of the full measure of our real-time grief and outrage. We stutter and…
View original post 609 more words
No Secret
Words to live by…. Too good not to reshare…
I tend to see the good in people…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. 😉
**Spoiler Alert: this post is a little lengthier than others, but still about 1000 words….I’m so sorry if you’re looking for a shorter read today. I’m catching up on a week’s worth of “assignments,” or challenges, given by The Daily Post for Blogging 201… Please, feel free to peruse through some of the Poetry or Lessons Learned categories (widgets to the right) to find a little shorter post.**
Well, here I am again trying my hand at Blogging 201… I did this back in October, but I thought, “Hey, what can it hurt to attempt it again and see how much I’ve “grown” in blogging over the past four months?” If you’re curious to read those first notes on blogging, back in October, you can catch up here. This is the weekend, and yes, I’m playing a little catch up, as I didn’t start on Monday, and the week simply got away before…
View original post 907 more words
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, “Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red”, about the spectacular poppy installation at the Tower of London to commemorate the centenary of the start of World War 1. I meant to follow it up with a post about a huge ‘living’ poppy that was created locally at GCHQ. But 2014 ended as it had progressed, with accidents, emergencies and disasters of a medical, rather than domestic kind! Now that my own personal Annus Horribilis has ended, and a new year has begun, I am determined to continue with my blog. So here is my belated post on poppies and peace.
I have mentioned before that I live near ‘The Doughnut’, which is the local nickname for the building which houses the Government Communication Headquarters, GCHQ. Being an important part of our country’s security service, we rarely find out what is…
View original post 331 more words
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! ❤
Dear daughter of mine. You reached a milestone tonight.
Your first date.
Every dad dreads this day. And, I must admit, I am very much like every dad. 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. 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 wouldn’t want to date a superhero?
Don’t get me wrong. I am certainly not naïve 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 little…
View original post 879 more words
Bravely Looking (reblog)
Written by a great friend of mine. I just had to reshare. 💕
In the deepest winter when it seems all is lost. It is the ones who still bravely look for miracles find them.
My friends don’t stop looking even when every thing around you say’s 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 “I Love You” Without Saying a Word
by 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, “Would you like a bite of my sandwich?” “Can I get you some water?” 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, “Hi.”
At the end of the flight the woman next to me said, “Your husband really loves you. I can tell.”
And she’s right. He does.
As couples, we express love through our everyday actions — our gestures of kindness, our generosity, our attention, our touch.
We say, “Drive safely.” “Take an umbrella.” We kiss each other goodnight.
And our spouse hears,”I love you,” in a way that touches more…
View original post 681 more words
Rock It
Working on this – daily! 🙂
