Thursday, December 3, 2015

Dreaming of Dreams

Eight hours of sleep

What a dream

To get that kind of peace

I would truly weep

The joy of such slumber

With no more counting numbers

The sheep must have all been sheared

For them to have been up all night
Pulling their wool over my eyes

From their constant weaving

And some still gently holding my lids tight

A whole night of restful sleep

I'd be living one of life's delights

© Sheri * November 2015

Wrapped in Ribbons


I've been following those tendrilous trails of poetically put pieces of your heart...the intricate  workings of your mind...warms my soul like a gentle, soft feathered angelic friend.

The essence of your hope filled words I long to wrap around me while I dance...they feel like silky ribbons caressing my being...swirling round and round, patterns of color and life moving freely about...anticipating you sharing the beauty of your life story. 

© Sheri * September 2015
Dedicated to: William Garza

Broken Wings

Sad indeed, but please take heed.
We can choose to let go of those hurtful needs

The scars will still be there, and when we walk down that lane, there will be some pain, for all that love surely was not in vain.

Memories of the best, are the sweetest to keep.
As for the rest, I force myself to toss in a heap.
And when I catch a glimpse of that pile,
Oh, how my heart still leaps.
And again, I have to fight those feelings of defeat.

Our hearts are such precious things.
So we must protect, for our souls cannot soar with broken wings

© Sheri * November 2015

Calling All Angels


Down, down, down, the flakes they fall.
 Heavy and wet, makes a packed snowman tall.

The limbs of trees are all laden...
with shimmering ice crystals...
like heavenly braids of milk maidens.

The call of snow angels at my feet...
but I walk away in cold crunchy defeat.

Someday I hope to get down to play...
 but today all I can do is pray.

© Sheri * November 2015


About the Calling All Angels poem:

The first snowstorm of this winter! So different than last year, that was crazy!

Something else crazy...I didn't have to drive in it yet this winter. I know, it was on the weekend, but still, nice not having to venture out in the midst of it. Not that I didn't venture out on foot...just had to get out there and feel it for myself. And it was coming down pretty good; noisy wet, but cold and crunchy.

Another thing kinda crazy to me, still having to use my cane when I go for walks outside...sometimes I still get muscle spasms, needing the cane for stabilization until they subside, kind of stops me in my tracks. Had a laminectomy, L4-5 lumbar fusion, this past March, and I'm still struggling with mobility. I'm no longer in the excruciating sciatic pain I was in while trying to work before the fusion surgery, but then I'm still not able to work yet. My days of working myself like a mule are done and gone, just not going to happen anymore. I'm going to have to do life different from here on out....and I'm not even going to waste my time and pout! 

Though in all honesty, there are many simple things I miss not being able to do yet...still, especially without pain. But I'm still hoping someday those things I'll be able to do with more ease....Oh please!
And those prayers...took me to the title, which took me to a favorite song sung by Train, Calling All Angels.....love the music, and the words:

I need a sign to let me know you're here
All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere
I need to know that things are gonna look up
'Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup

When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head
When you feel the world shake from the words that are said

****
And I'm calling all angels
I'm calling all you angels

I won't give up if you don't give up
I won't give up if you don't give up
I won't give up if you don't give up
I won't give up if you don't give up
*****

I need a sign to let me know you're here
'Cause my TV set just keeps it all from being clear
I want a reason for the way things have to be
I need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me

****
And I'm calling all angels
I'm calling all you angels

I won't give up if you don't give up
I won't give up if you don't give up
I won't give up if you don't give up

I won't give up if you don't give up
****

When children have to play inside so they don't disappear
While private eyes solve marriage lies cause we don't talk for years
And football teams are kissing Queens
and losing sight of having dreams
In a world that what we want is only what we want until it's ours

*****
And I'm calling all angels
I'm calling all you angels


I won't give up if you don't give up

I won't give up if you don't give up
I won't give up if you don't give up
I won't give up if you don't give up

And I'm calling all angels

I'm calling all you angels

I won't give up if you don't give up

I won't give up if you don't give up
I won't give up if you don't give up
I won't give up if you don't give up
****

Calling all you angels......


(Song lyrics by: Train)

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That's how the poem came about....the pic...my angel on my door.




Monday, January 26, 2015

T-paper Tower Project

                     
 Don't know about you, but I love storage stuff...especially with drawers. I know, kinda weird. But big drawers, little drawers, doesn't matter..I will find a place for the piece, and find things to put in them. Please don't read more into that than what was said.

My latest drawer find was for my bathroom, although I had bought it for my laundry room, just didn't have enough room between my washer and dryer. I found this treasure at my favorite store in Caledonia, Accents of Home. Unfortunately, I didn't take any before pics, but it's not hard to visualize a plain white Rubbermaid storage unit. I'm not sure what it's called, possible not made anymore...yes, as in something retro, something my Grandma might have had in her bathroom.

I started with removing the drawers, which I've decided to leave them just like they are; no painting those. I then painted the unit with the latex paint I used on one wall in my bathroom; Urban Nature. After that was dry I used my craft sea sponges to apply some craft paints I already had. After that was dry, I then applied with Mod Podge the fabric shower curtain pieces (from the same curtain I used on the little cabinet I did a year or so ago).

 I wanted to use the top storage for toilet paper rolls, so I cut an empty Christmas paper roll to fit the edge to allow the toilet paper to have a smooth glide to roll across; I painted that also.

Then finally today, after finding the stencils I wanted to use yesterday, I finished the unit stenciling with various colors I already had. The brighter turquoise color is not the Urban Nature paint, it is acrylic craft paint Indian Turquoise, which I applied randomly and lightly with a craft paint sea sponge.

I haven't used stencils that much, this may be my second time in a project. Usually, I think the lighter colors would go on top of the flower design, but I didn't want to give them a stark look, I wanted to have a more subdued look to them. In a few days I will go over that stenciled area with Mod Podge, or some other sealer to protect the paint when it has to be washed.

Here's a pic of the little cabinet I did prior to this T-paper tower project.






Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Give a hoot and be thankful!

What??? A snow day before Thanksgiving? Maybe not the first, but I don't remember one in quite some time (hopefully that wasn't last year...ahhhmm). I enjoy doing projects, no matter what kind, on a snow day. So, today I charged up my Nikon 3200 while decorating four recently acquired ship etched glasses (beer, champagne?). I found the quad treasure at my favorite store in Caledonia, Accents of Home. I purchased them for my Mom for a Christmas gift; she loves ships. Don't worry, she's not an internet gal, so I'm not spoiling any surprises here.

I figured they would be safe on my shelf until Christmas...if she should get a chance to visit before Christmas, I would get to see beforehand if she likes them or not. If she doesn't seem to like them, I would just find something else for her, and give the glasses to someone else. Neither her or I are frequent alcohol consumers, but there are other beverages you could drink out of them...or you could fill them with other things like I did in today's decorating. I love pine cones and cinnamon sticks, so that's what I used. But, you could put sand and shells in them...or colored stones, flowers, or just stuff you like to look at and would look good in them.

I have decided to print out some Christmas cards with one of the pics I took. So, if my Mom doesn't see them at my place, she may notice them on the card. 

Update:  Showed my Mom one of the pics of the glasses...she looked real surprised to see them and asked me where I got them...then she said she had some just like it, and showed them to me...yep....she has six of them. Well...I was right in thinking she would like them, but she doesn't need four more. I think I know of someone else who may like them.

















Monday, September 1, 2014

Tears Can Bring You Blessings



At the end of the day...

Thoughts of Jack helping me ran through my mind....

Thankful tears started to swell in my eyes...

Tears filled and overflowing with love....Oh how I appreciate...
                        
                              Thank you Father...

                                For blessing me with a son so thoughtful and sweet.


Jack, I do appreciate your time with me spent...

Peace and tenderness you can truly possess...


Your future wife will be so blessed.



Lord, please bless Jack....

With a wife of Your choice...

Someone to share in bringing You glory. 

Help them build a home filled with

     Your joy, love, and peace; 

   To rejoice in You Lord, always.



© Sheri * September 2014


My son, Jack, came over and helped me put together a swing for the deck....he was so helpful!!!!! Actually...he did most of the putting together...I just tried to be helpful. Usually I can put things together by myself quickly from written instructions....but today was one of those days when just reading the directions seemed like too much work...in other words...too complicated!...for today anyways, (no more giving up and just throwing in the towel...or the glass, or whatever's at hand : )

I was so thankful at that moment to be spending time with Jack; doing so helped restore some faith in me for mankind. It was so amazing to see a grown man not hesitate to read instructions, AND ask questions....honestly...I'm not being sarcastic. Working alongside him was so pleasant....he can be so patient (maybe a good thing I can't read minds though), but there was no body language that stated he just wanted to get it done and get going. And when I commented on how good he was at putting things together, he replied with something like...."Well, maybe someday I will have a wife that will appreciate that in me." I was instantly touched at how thoughtful he was, that he would even think that may be important to a woman...a true sign that he will appreciate having a wife.

When I went to bed that night, Jack taking the time to help me ran through my mind, and thankful tears started to swell in my eyes...tears filled and overflowing with love. And then...a poem started to flow out with those tears...

At the end of the poem, Philippians 4:4-8 (KJV) comes to mind:
 Rejoice in the Lord always: and again I say, Rejoice.
Let your moderation be known unto all men. The Lord is at hand.
Be careful for nothing; but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.     
        
Cross/Bible clip art: Microsoft
Heart/key clip art: Fotolia