“One of the things that makes high fashion designs so expensive is that they are one-of-a-kind creations. A woman who buys haute couture designs knows that she isn’t going to see her dress on any other woman.
Warning: this post contains very real and authentic emotions putting me in a vulnerable position. So if mushy love puke is not your thing – move on.
For those of you who don’t know me… I am VERY sentimental and symbolic! (I will find a metaphor in most things)
So when a very precious friend gave me a gorgeous pair of swallow earrings today, my metaphoric mind started churning. I have a love of little birds like Swallows and Robins(my middle name is Robyn). I think they are the sweetest little things. I especially love what they symbolise.
I am loving this sentence!
I find myself in a place of such peace and serenity with where I am at in life. Admittedly, life has thrown me some ugly curve balls, but I do believe that I have allowed them to be used to develop my character. I am now also equipped to help and encourage others who are enduring pain.
A couple of nights ago whilst unable to fall asleep, a million things whizzed through my mind so a very bright-eyed and bushy-tailed me picked up a book that a dear friend had given to me. ‘Come Away My Beloved’ by Frances J. Roberts. I just knew I had to share what I read. It was so beautifully impactful and poignant.
The story was called, ‘The Master Artist’
Today’s post comes from a metaphor I thought of to help some of my friends through some rough patches. Quite often I have a heart-broken and unhappy face staring at me for answers. Often I don’t have them, and every now and then a genius metaphor comes to mind…
This particular metaphor has put a lot of things in perspective for me and quite a few of my friends. It goes something like this. ‘Are you Drive-Through or are you Designer Dining?’
This past weekend has been a rough one, with extreme highs and extreme lows. I love being creative and find doing something arty so therapeutic. I see a psychologist once a month since the attack (initially once a week) and she has encouraged me to be creative as a form of relaxation. I find writing this blog to be quite therapeutic too. Thanks:)
Today I took some time to be creative and reflect on this last weekend. I have such incredible friends who have prayed me through the toughest of times.
I am pretty sure that Gary Chapman, the author of The Five Love Languages, missed out on a sixth love language – ‘ Drinking Coffee!’ For me, there’s something so special about sitting across the table from someone, savouring a cup of java and ‘connecting’. I am a sucker for good conversation, so I feel so blessed when I am taken out for coffee, or when I in turn get to take someone for a coffee. Even having someone make me a cup of coffee within my own home, makes me feel blessed (my mom provides lots of beverage blessings!).
The idea of ‘growing up’ seemed like a phenomenon that wasn’t going to happen to me (well not for a long while). I have solemnly sworn that I will always dance in the rain, bake cupcakes and ice them with icing that is WAY too bright, wear bows in my hair, and talk and laugh loudly.
Just a reminder