I had to work early this morning. I stepped out of my back door and onto the porch at about 5:30 a.m. The stillness of the morning surrounded me. The sky to the east was just turning blue and pink; the sun not yet up. Then I heard it. Hoo...hoo-hoo... The coolest sound ever! I'm rarely outside this time of morning or during the night, so I've only heard this sound a few times. I listened and was treated to a second hoo...hoo-hoo. I guess it's the time for owls to look for mates? Here are a few owl pictures. Perhaps this is what my owly friend looks like...
Child-like painting...I like it!
Ah, I bet this is what he looked like! Looks like somebody caught him in the act of hooting! :)
I didn't remember that I was such an owl fan, but I think I am!
And now, a summer fashion show starring...Audrey, of course!
A side view...
I will add photos of her two-piece...after I remember to load them on the computer!
Driving my car home from work tonight, I realized how much I enjoy this quiet time. It was about 8:30 p.m. All I could see was the white lines on the road and the tail lights of the car ahead of me. The dark trees rose up on both sides of the highway. I caught an occasional glimpse of the fading blue of the evening sky reflected on a lake, while everything else was a black silhouette. It was a very peaceful feeling.
I often pop a music CD into the player and fill that silence with music. Sometimes that feels right, but tonight it seemed right to use this time to brainstorm, think about art, talk to God, plan something I want to write about. Silence is at such a premium in my life. Living with four adults and a baby, there is very little opportunity to just think my own thoughts.
I have to remember not to fill the silence with noise. Quiet time is a special treat.
Why does it always seem to happen? There's an art or writing challenge due today. Here I am with a headache. All I can think of is that ache behind my eyes. I spend hours looking at others' beautiful artwork and watching videos of how to sew together a small art journal. All inspiring stuff, but writing something just doesn't feel exciting. In fact, any time I have an interesting idea for something to write I'm at work or driving or somewhere that I can't even write the idea down. By the time I get to my computer my intereset in the idea has waned or I've forgotten it. Sigh. Inspsiration is a slippery thing. The IDEA of creating something is more exciting than actually doing it, I think. I see so many art journals crammed full of drawings and watercolors and quotes and feelings, but what purpose do they really serve? I feel guilty spending so much time on art for art's sake. I feel the need to justify the time I'm spending on this. What would God have me use it for? That's the answer I'm seearching for. It's much too easy to waste the time we're given, whether it's TV, computer, art. We can't just drift and never question...
This sounds so negative, but it's what plays through my mind a lot. God needs to be the center. Is He?
P.S.-I'm adding this later because I don't want to make others feel defensive about doing art. This was intended as a stream-of-consciousness type of writing; just putting my feelings on paper. So this is what I feel about myself doing art and what it's purpose should be in my life. I'm not judging anyone else because I, unlike God, don't know other people's hearts. I tend to have an addictive nature when it comes to art and it takes over to the point that I neglect other things. On the other hand, I'm also a bit of a martyr and have told myself I couldn't do anything with art for many years because I couldn't do it in a disciplined manner. So, I'm just talking to myself and I hope my readers will keep that in mind. Thanks for dropping by! :)
College. It seems to be a series of ups and downs; a rollercoaster experience. So, I've registered for my classes for next fall. All is well...I think. I determined that I would only have to drive to the school two days a week. Oh...change of plans. They've now decided that the Medical Microbiology lecture class should be split into two sessions so we would retain the information better. In other words, one more day of driving to the school. (It's almost a 100 mile round trip each day.) So now we're up to 3 days of driving each week. Oh...another change. One of my nursing classes has been changed from Monday to Friday. Friday wasn't a day I had planned to go to school. I had planned to work every other Friday and every other weekend. So now I will be driving FOUR days a week and won't be able to work on Fridays. AAARGG! Okay...take a deep breath. Check out the possibility of taking classes in Detroit Lakes instead of Wadena (aka Tornado Alley). Okay...nope. They don't even offer the two nursing classes I need. Well, that takes that decision out of my hands.
Okay, okay. I'll go back and look at my schedule again. Hey...the other nursing class has also been rescheduled for Fridays. Hmmm... Both nursing classes are on Friday and the lab for one of them is on Thursday. So...if I sign up for Medical Microbiology in the online version...HEY, I'm back to driving just TWO days a week! Thank you, Lord!! :D (He knew this all along, I suppose.)
"Whatever happens around you, don't take it personally... Nothing other people do is because of you. It is because of themselves." ~ Don Miguel Ruiz
I just copied this from my step-daughter's Facebook status. This is a rather pessimistic view of mankind; unfortunately it's all too true. How often, when we're visiting with a friend or loved one, do we wait for them to stop talking just so we can fit in our two cents worth? Were we really listening to them and caring about what they have to say, or are we thinking about ourselves?
Just something most of us, myself included, need to work on. We're a self-centered generation (with a few exceptions) and that's just the opposite of what Jesus asks us to be.
The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.
My son Josh and d-i-l Jess (parents of Nathan and Starry)
Click on photo to go to Josh's blog.
Daughter Micah and Adam (parents of Audrey and Hazel)
Before Audrey's birth...obviously.
'Simple pleasures are the last refuge of the complex.' ( Oscar Wilde)
“All around you, people will be tiptoeing through life, just to arrive safely at death. But, dear children, do not tiptoe. Run, hop, skip, or dance, just don’t tiptoe.”
Tony Campolo as quoted in "The Irresistible Revolution" by Shane Claiborne.
Grandson Nathan Aslan Richards
What a little sassyfrass!
Love that little face!
Granddaughter Danielle Starry Hope Richards
Feb. 3, 2012
A little doll!
Clever use of feet!
Granddaughter Audrey Rayne Yliniemi
Hazel Jane Yliniemi
Our little peach.
My Pen and Ink Blog
MY BOOK REVIEWS
"We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased." C.S. Lewis
I live in the northwoods of Minnesota on a small farm. My husband, Bob, went home to be with Jesus on November 19, 2013. God is leading me through this new part of my life. Our seven kids ranging in age from 23-52 are strewn around the country and I'm proud of all of them!
I love to read (especially English literature), write, draw and sing. My main goal in life is to become more like Jesus and make Him the center of my life. (I say goal because I haven't arrived yet!) My prayer is that my children will also live this out. Thanks for dropping by!
"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket-- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable."~ C.S. Lewis, British scholar and novelist. 1898-1963
My husband's great-grandfather, Hans Langseth. He's in the Guninness Book of World Records for his beard, which is 18-1/2 feet long in this photo. It is recorded as 17-1/2 feet because 12 inches of it were left on him when it was cut after his death.
Books Read from 2007 to the Present (in no particular order)
Fyodor Dostoevsky-Peter Leithart
Beyond Personality-C.S. Lewis
Green Dolphin Street-Elizabeth Goudge
Through Painted Deserts-Donald Miller (still reading)
Light From Heaven-Jan Karon
Blue Like Jazz-Donald Miller
Searching for God Knows What-Donald Miller
Hamlet's Dresser-Bob Smith
Crazy Love-Francis Chan
Breaking Intimidation-John Bevere
John Bunyan-Kevin Belmonte
One Writer's Beginnings-Eudora Welty
Agatha Christie-An Autobiography
Castle Blair-Flora L. Shaw
If You Lived Here, I'd Know Your Name-Heather Lende
The Irish Country Doctor
The Irresistible Revolution-Shane Claiborne
Bread and Butter-What a Bunch of Bakers Taught Me About Business and Happiness by Tom McMakin
I Capture the Castle-Dodie Smith
The Pastor's Wife-Sabina Wurmbrand
No Holly for Miss Quinn-Miss Read
Kabul 24-Henry Arnold
Reflections on the Psalms-C.S. Lewis
The Hollow Hills-Mary Stewart
The Homecoming of Beorhtnoth-Tolkien
Smith of Wootton Major-J.R.R. Tolkien
Leaf by Niggle-J.R.R. Tolkien
The Child From the Sea-Elizabeth Goudge
The Shack-William Young
You Gotta Keep Dancing-Tim Hansel
The World's Last Night and other Essays-C.S. Lewis
Letters of C.S. Lewis
In the Beginning-Chaim Potok
Space Trilogy-C.S. Lewis
On Stories and other Essays on Literature-C.S. Lewis
There are two kinds of people: those who say to God, "Thy will be done," and those to whom God says, "All right, then, have it your way." C.S. Lewis
Borrowed From Bread and Roses
Our minds need many kinds of exercise, and creativity which uses mind and muscles is a source of balance and a wellspring of joy. A woman who walks in the woods, who makes a lampshade, who bakes a loaf of bread, who refinishes an old chair, has not time for bitterness and depression.
-The Pace of a Hen by Josephine Moffett Benton
You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me. C.S. Lewis