Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Dining room. Sorry, I don't have a before.
And last, the bathroom:
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Living room with the original Italian marble fireplace.
The cabinets you see are original. Mike and Patrice added the island, backsplash and countertop.
The details in the arches, there are twenty-seven, and the original lighting of this home are magnificent.
This is the view of the courtyard from the library. Mike always had a fresh flower floating in the fountain. So beautiful. So serene.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
And a season for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die,
A time to plant and a time to uproot,
A time to kill and a time to heal,
A time to tear down and a time to build,
A time to weep and a time to laugh,
A time to mourn and a time to dance,
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
A time to embrace and a time to refrain,
A time to search and a time to give up,
A time to keep and a time to throw away,
A time to tear and a time to mend,
A time to be silent and a time to speak,
A time to love and a time to hate,
A time for war and time for peace.
Ecclesiates 3:1-8, The Bible NIV
I’m fifty-two. Letting go of my youth has been hard. I have come to realize that I have been in a grieving process… I think I am finally to acceptance.
Throughout our lives, we define and validate ourselves by our families, our jobs, our appearance, our roles, our natures, our innate gifts, our strengths and our weaknesses. I took most all of that for granted. Now, it has all fallen away or changed. Some of the falling away or change I welcomed. Some of it I resisted with all my might. In the end, all of it changed… and, I have finally let go.
The slate is clean. I am free to be.
Friday, January 2, 2009
I woke with an incredible sense of joy this morning. I have been stumbling through a maze of menopausal madness for the past year and a half. Today, I think I see the light filtering through the fog. Thank the Lord!
Recently, I have discovered blogs. Late and behind the times, I know. But, I am excited! I am excited to know that there are others out there who share some of the same passions and trials. I am excited at the prospects of inspiring and being inspired! I am crazed for integrity, old homes, warm nights, and wicked passion. Passion for anything. It is the zest that gives life to living. Mine has been dormant for too long… time to wake the dragons.
Don’t let me mislead you. Not for a minute do I believe this journal will be all roses and sunshine. I intend for it to be real. And, some of me is not pretty.