The past weekend was a toughy for me. A door that I had really hoped would open career wise didn’t and I felt disappointed, rejected, lonely and somewhat sorry for myself (Just being honest here – if people actually attended Pity Parties, I would have had one in grand style!)
I have just read a beautiful article written by TD Jakes that really caught my eye and I knew I just had to share this… It’s called, ‘Designer Original’.
“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.
‘The exuberant joy of new things springs forth in former desert places.’
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.
Last week Wednesday, the 21st of June, was the longest night of the year.
Painful situations or times of struggle are often referred to as dark nights. During recent weeks I have had some very, very, very long and very very dark nights.
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.