I Hope You Hear Music...

May all that has been reduced to noise in you,

become music again...

Peace be with you...

Blessings,

Yaya

Lip Stick and Eye Liner

What is it that makes you so drawn to someone?

A complete stranger...

They didn't speak a word, but yet they resonated with the most beautiful energy.

This beautiful stranger was elderly.

Probably a young late 70s...

She was gorgeous, and stunning, but in a simple way.

She made her style look easy, yet elegant,

but a simple elegant.

Her hair was extremely long,

and

she wore it up in a 1960s Bardot messy French twist...

Not tight and sleek,

but tossed up quickly...

She wore the 1960s Bardot eyeliner.

The fabric of her blouse appeared to be baby-skin soft...

It was long, loose and flowing.

Her sandals were loaded with sparkle...covered in glimmering stones.

They spoke elegance, but with casual flip flop comfort.

Her shopping basket was loaded with beautiful TJMaxx treasures.

Everything about this older woman spoke beauty.

Her energy was beautiful.

The kind of energy that says her world is beautiful.

You just know it.

You feel it.

She resonates beauty.

I wasn't dressed to go shopping,

nor did I plan to be in this store. 

It just happened...You know how it is.

The Mercedes automatically stops there.

I had on work jeans, and a beach tee-shirt.

My trip into town was strictly to pick up herbs at Osa's Garden.

My lesson today...

It takes the same amount of time to put on 'simple elegance',

as it does dumpy work jeans...mom jeans...yaya jeans...granny jeans.

It takes only a minute to clip up long hair.

It takes only two minutes to line the eyes, blush the cheeks, add a dab of mascara,

and paint the lips...

It's a five minute fix from dumpy work jeans, to simple elegance...

And do not forget that 'simple elegance' can be pajama comfortable...

Certainly not pajamas, but as comfortable...

Silky and flowing palazzo pants with a baby soft and flowing top is magical...

Beautiful...quick...easy...comfortable.

Five minute elegance.

Note to self:  Line the eyes, and paint the lips...don't leave home without it,

and a mist of Bath and Body...

You look great...

You smell great...

You feel great...

Today I felt, well, dumpy...dumpy with unfixed hair.

Life is too short to feel dumpy.

Dress up...Feel good...

Your life is your stage...

Paint those lips!

Put on those sparkling shoes..

Make life beautiful!!

Blessings,

Yaya

Your People...

Set up a beautiful life,

and tribe

that lifts you up,

inspires you to soar,

and loves you

whether you fly or fall...

Those that will help dust you off,

and encourage you to try again -

Those that celebrate you...

For you...with you...

As you do the same for them...

Those that celebrate your beauty,

and greatness,

your uniqueness and imperfections...

We are all perfect in our imperfect way...

Those people are your tribe...

Your people!

They allow you to be you,

and love you just the way you are...

Those that do not allow this,

are not your people...

Never stop being you,

because someone else says you're wrong...

Grandstand the essence of you...
Be true to your unique self...
Do it,
and life will be beautiful...
And remember to always sprinkle kindness everywhere you go...

Blessings,
Yaya

The Porch

A late summer afternoon

on a southern porch

conjures up dreams...

There is no better place than the porch...

Problems are solved here...

Books are read here...

Friends sit here, sip iced tea and visit...

Grandangels play here...

Memories are made here...

The smell of cornbread baking is in the southern air...

Okra frying...

Pinto beans simmering...

Iron skillet fried potatoes crisp and brown on the outside,

soft on the inside...

Macaroni and cheese baking...

Blackberry cobbler is ready...

Slices of sweet onion, and Big Boy tomatoes...

Homemade bread and butter pickles...

Oh the smells of my mother's kitchen...

How I miss that...those loved ones of yesteryear,

and bygone days..

Time spent on my grandmother's porch,

this same porch,

but a different time...

I was the child...

Now I am the grandmother,

but the porch is the same...

Summertime,

and livin' is easy...

Fish are jumpin'

and the cotton is high...

Blessings

-Yaya

Fields of Gold, Light and Love

Finding beauty in the small things...

Smell the air, and feel the sky...

Let your soul and spirit fly...

Wild gypsy soul...

Stop thinking,

and let God rush in...

HE will fill you up with more

love

than you know what to do with...

Soak it in...feel it...

Send it to them...

Light and love...

Create beauty...

Pray...Send out more love...

Pray...

Feel God rush in...

Be one with nature...the universal power...

Meditate...

Be still and know that I am God.

A lesson in the art of living...

Blessings

-Yaya

Summer's End is Nearing

Capturing every last moment of those precious summer days...

Picnics under the old peach tree...

Barefoot in the soft grass...

Lightening bugs in a jar...

Mud pies...

Peaches ripened and warm from the summer sun...

Peaches and cream...

Peach cobbler...

Baseball in the back yard...

Chase...

Butterflies and flowers...

Sitting in a tree...dreaming...

Ice cream...

Swimming...

Fresh country air...

Sunkissed faces...

Freckles placed there by angel kisses...

Thinking...

Dreaming...

Rocking chairs and porch time...

Water fountains splashing...

The sound of a tractor...a bumble bee...

Tomato Pies...

Cornbread Salad...

A southern sunset...

Twilight in the country...

Serenaded by the night orchestra...crickets...bull frogs...

Open windows, and screen doors that bang...

The problems of the world seem far away

from this tranquil country setting...

When I enter the driveway gates,

I feel such a sense of peaceful relaxation...

Summertime in the country is God's medicine for the soul...

The perfect place for that morning cup of coffee,

and bird song...

Or moon and stargazing

with a glass of wine...

Inspiring thoughts from the country house...

Bring a dream to life...

Be inspired...look for it...pass it on...

Blessings...

-Yaya

First Kiss of Spring

For a moment

I am seven years old,

climbing in fragrant trees

with gorgeous blooms...

The sky is deep blue...

It is almost twilight,

and a full moon is rising...

Spring is coming...

Spring is coming...

Fairies are dancing in the daffodillies...

Joy is everywhere...

A season of new beginnings...

Blessings...

Yaya

My Haven...My Retreat...

Our little countryside community

must be one of the most serene...

My beloved country house...

We've traveled the world,

but we always return here for a lifetime...

Home to me... my grandmother...

My mother was born on this property in the 1920s,

and before my mother and my grandmother,

my great-grandmother.

I love the country lane that takes me home...

A day in January can bring the occasional snow storm...

It is enchanting...

The firelight...

The candlelight...

Delicious coffee...

Flannel pajamas...

A book, and a lambs wool blanket...

I believe winter becomes us.

It provides the peace I need.

Serene within...

My refuge...my home...enchanted cottage...

A world away.

It is good to be home,

and it is good to have time to write again.

In creative writing they insist you write

EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

I haven't written in days...weeks...months...

But,

never stop.

Write when you can, and when you must.

Never, ever stop dreaming...

you can change your dreams a thousand times,

but never stop dreaming...

And never stop writing.

Blessings,

Yaya

An Island Out of Time...

An island out of time...

Where time has almost stood still...

Sea washed island of mine...

Are you a shell seeker?

Looking for a gift from the sea?

Could you spend a year by the sea?

Would you come away a changed spirit?

Sea washed and sun kissed...

My beautiful seagulls...

Their song is as soothing to me as the rushing of the waves...

The splash of ocean spray...

A foghorn beckons...

Or is it a ship leaving port?

It is time to return to the island cottage...

I will be greeted by the aroma of slow roasted chicken,

and vegetables...

Rosemary and lemon blossoms...

A sea fog settles over the island,

like a soft moist cloud.

A warm fire,

and a glass of wine...

Flannel pajamas,

some reading, and a little writing...

Peaceful bliss,

and soul renewal...

Teach us to number our days aright,

that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

Psalm 90:12 NIV

Blessings,

Yaya

Sea Walk

The winter has been mild on the island...

Cool and misty,

but not cold.

Soft cotton clam-diggers, and a heavy cotton sweater is enough to keep you warm...

A basket is packed with the most delicious sandwiches from the island bakery...

A bottle of wine...

A cloth is spread,

and canvas beach chairs are open.

Soak it in...

The salty air, and sea spray...

The song of the sea birds...

Such peace...a kind of peace that can only be found by the sea shore.

Go.

It is bliss...

It is tranquility.

Go somewhere undeveloped...not full of tourist.

An island cottage at the end of a narrow lane...

A Hemingway state of mind.

If ever you sleep on an island,

a piece of your heart will stay.

Pssst...do you see the mermaid?

Rambling thoughts from the island cottage...

The mighty one,

God the Lord,

speaks and summons the earth

from the rising of the sun to its setting.

Out of Zion,

the perfection of beauty,

God shines forth.

Psalm 50: 1-2

The Lord is my rock...

In the shadow of your wings...

Your life is your greatest work of art...

Give God your weakness,

and He will give you His strength...

Blessings,

Yaya

Hello Beautiful. I Love You.

Love yourself...

Do your best...

There may be days when your best is just a little...

That is okay...

All is perfect, whole and complete in this moment.

You are one with the power that created you.

You are beautiful.

Rejoice...

You are a child of the most high God...

Your Father is King of kings...

You are beautiful in his spirit.

Look in the mirror...

You will see God's creation....

Hello beautiful...

You are wonderful...I love you...

This is the best days of your life...

Everything is working for your highest good...

Whatever you need to know is revealed to you...

Whatever you need comes to you...

All is well...

-Louise Hay

Open wide the windows of your soul

and let God's love fly right out.

Perhaps someone near may catch

a bit of your song...hope...joy...

Walk in peace, and without fear...

The angels walk with us.

Remember, you are one of God's masterpieces...

Hello, Beautiful...

Blessings,

Yaya

Rambling Thoughts From the Country House...

Did I offer peace today?

Did I bring a smile to someone's face?

Did I say words of healing?

Did I let go of my anger and resentment?

Did I forgive?

Did I love?

These are the real questions.

I must trust that the little bit of love that I sow now,

Will bring forth many fruits,

Here in this world and life to come...

-Henri Douwen

Blessings...

Yaya

Spring Cleaning List...

Spring cleaning, and spring fever go hand in hand...

With the warmer weather,

I want to clean,

and clean,

and clean...

As we pack up the Nashville house,

and prepare to return to the country house,

I'm ready to get home and start spring cleaning...

I was reviewing our tenant agreement for the rental house in Nashville,

and thought its move-out list was a good beginning for any spring cleaning list...

All cabinets, kitchen and bathroom, thoroughly cleaned...inside and out.

Thoroughly clean stove eyes, stove hood, inside oven, dishwasher,

and refrigerator...inside and out, including top and underneath...

All ceiling fans cleaned...top and bottom of fan.

All light bulbs in working order.

Bathrooms thoroughly cleaned including commode base, and mirrors...

Baseboards, window seals, mini blinds, doors, and walls thoroughly wiped down,

and cleaned...

Carpets shampooed and all floors thoroughly cleaned...

Fireplace cleaned...

All air conditioner unit vent area cleaned and filter changed...

Must have new filter.

Water heater cleaned...top and bottom.

All glass storm doors, and mirrors cleaned.

I thought it was a good list to use for the beginning of home spring cleaning...

along with my own personal list...

Windows washed...

Decks washed...

Porches and outside furniture painted...

Thresholds scrubbed...

Closets organized and cleaned...

The list could go on and on and on...

Do you ever get it ALL finished?

Do you ever find yourself with absolutely nothing to do?

Food for thought...

Make home life a priority...

The power of order...being organized, and clean.

An extraordinary life begins at home...

It's so much easier to keep a neat and tidy house clean.

Don't put it down, put it away.

Chaos does not invite peace.

30 days of cleaning...

It will be Monday through Friday.

I need weekends off.

Happy Cleaning...

Blessings,

Yaya

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Packing for a New Adventure

"I want to help, Yaya."  

"I love the beautiful paintings, Yaya."

"Are we leaving the Nashville house forever,Yaya?"

And so it is that another project is finished...

Another adventure to remember,

and a future adventure to look forward to...

We travel with work,

and we have learned to make the best of it...

It isn't for everyone, that's for sure,

but it has worked for us...

I have always chosen to see the travel as a blessing...

A gift...

A new adventure.

Everywhere we go, 

we collect...

and collect...

and collect some more.

Oil paintings,

books,

Italian dishes,

English china,

table linens...

Antiques...

Chandeliers...

The list goes on and on.

It is always exciting to load the trailer,

and the big Ford truck,

and the suburban,

with all our collected treasures from each trip...

Each project...

Each new adventure...

We are not sure what direction the next adventure will take us,

but for now,

we will spend time at the lake house,

the island house,

and the old family country house.

That, within itself, is a huge blessing,

and one I'm looking forward to.

I'm ready to get back to the countryside, and plant hundreds of buttercups,

Irises, Knockout Roses...a million flower seeds...blooming shrubs...

The list goes on and on...

A few thoughts for the day...

Celebrate beauty in everyday living...

"I want everything in my world to be beautiful,

and resonate with love,

and God,

and angels...

Peace...

Kindness...

Tranquility...

Passion and an excitement for life...

And travel...

And adventure."

Blessings,

Yaya

The Island in Winter

It was snowing in the north Alabama countryside...and Nashville...

Several inches of winter wonderland snow expected...

Schools were closing...

Oh, it was falling, falling, falling...

Big beautiful flakes...

But it did not stop her...No...

She got into her Mercedes and drove, and the snow fell...

Beautiful, enchanting snowfall...

And she drove on...

South...

Toward her island...

There is a point when you reach the salt air...

Six hours of driving south, and it is in the air...

Salt air and sea mist...

Upon arrival,

One must quickly bundle up and go to the shore...

Breathe...Just breath it in.

Ahhhh.....Island time.

Winter island time...

And so it is that she is a sunset chaser...

Every single day...by the shore,

listening to the sea birds,

and breathing in the salt air...

Sea mist in her long, blonde, wavy hair...

Wrapped in cashmere,

sipping hot mulled wine,

soaking in the beauty,

and capturing every moment with her beloved camera...

And always...

Always...

The seabirds embrace the beauty...

The peace...

The tranquility...

The love...

I think they know her...

I think they say, "We have missed you."

"Where have you been?"

"You've been away for such a long time."

"Welcome home."

Back at the island cottage,

potatoes are roasted in olive oil, and Herbs de Provence...

A tray of cheese, grapes and New Orleans French Bread are prepared...

 Italian wine is poured into crystal glasses with sail boat etchings...

The Sandpiper is in the DVD player...

Bedside books are...

"The Old Man and the Sea"...Ernest Hemingway,

and "Islands in the Stream"...

"Shell Seekers"...

Sail into the Mystic...

Dreaming...

Somewhere on an island,

wrapped in cashmere by a warm fire and candle glow...

Blessings,

Yaya

Blizzard Winds, Some Snow, and French Onion Soup...

Rustic yeast bread rising...

Snow falling...

Blizzard winds blowing...

Wind chimes chiming...

Red birds visiting...

The scent of fresh bread baking fills the country house with a delicious aroma...

It's comforting...

Like a warm snuggle blanket...

Home is my comfort,

a sacred place where my spirit is restored...

Sweet onions...butter...olive oil...

The base and the beginning of French Onion Soup...

With cream...

And crusty home baked bread,

covered in Mozzarella,

toasted to a golden brown,

in Italian bowls...

Sweet...

Creamy...

Comfort...

Served by the fire with a glass of Merlot...

Warmth and comfort on a cold night...

Musings and thoughts from the country house...

There are simple solutions to complex lives;

Love.

Harmony.

Comfort.

Accept what this moment provides,

and its energy will spread beyond all boundaries...

Put pleasure into living...

Country life...

It's a very good place for thinking...

My house,

my home,

is the expression of my soul...

Blessings,

Yaya

Our Country Cat, Lucy, and Another Winter Storm...

Every country house should have a cat...

Sweet Lucy...

She acts like a dog.

She goes out with them to do her business,

and then she is right back in to nap by the fire...

The down-filled leather chair,

which was my special place to recharge,

has been taken over by her.

So, I move to the velvet French sofa,

in front of the fire...

It is like a beautiful pair of high heel shoes...

Pretty to look at, but not so comfortable.

I have a down-filled seat on it,

but somehow,

one doesn't sink into it.

It is comfortable enough, but not like a cloud of feathers...

Down cushions help to give it some softness, too...

But oh how I love the velvety plush...

The warmth of velvet is like none other.

And books...

And journal...

Another winter storm is on the way,

and this time,

we are expecting more than just a cold rain.

Parts of Alabama will actually get some snow.

That requires cooking.

Just the word 'snow'...

Every country house in the area will have soup pots going...

Chicken Stew...

Rustic Potato Soup...

Beef Stew...

Chili...

Vegetable Soup...

Creamy Chicken Soup...

And home baked bread...

Yeast bread...

Cornbread...

Snow...

It is like a planned celebration in the south...

So this is where I will weather this next winter storm...

On the velvet sofa,

in front of the fire,

eating homemade soup, 

and home baked bread...

Reading....reading....

Journaling...(is that a word?)

And reading beautiful blogs...

And writing some, too...

And pictures...playing with the Nikon...

A passion I love, but know not much about.

Stay warm, and well...

Curl up, and rest a spell...

Rambling thoughts from the country house...

An extraordinary life begins at home...

Romance your home...

Bon Bons on the coffee table...

Everyday is beautiful if you choose to see it...

Blessings,

Yaya

A Cold Rain, and Rustic Homemade Bread

The weather was bitter cold at the lake house in Kentucky,

and a winter storm warning was in effect.

Oh how I would have loved to stay and get snowed in,

but that was not to be.

So, we drove the winding back roads,

and returned to Nashville.

Bitter cold, and winter storm warning there, as well.

I needed to return to the Alabama country house before the winter storm arrived...

The highways in the Alabama and Tennessee hills are not where you need to be driving during a snow storm...

I packed up, and arrived at the country house one day before the storm arrived...

There is something about a storm...

It causes me to feel the need to bake, and cook...

It seems comforting, and cozy, I think.

I love the smell of fresh bread baking,

and a pot of soup on the stove.

Candles flickering...

Fireplaces burning...

Soft music playing...

The clouds are so grey,

and the candle light looks so pretty reflecting off crystal pieces.

The rustic bread is fresh out of the oven, and ready for a soft butter spread...

A glass of Merlot,

a bowl of soup,

all served in the den by the fire,

on little wooden tv tables with pretty white table cloths...

This is my Zen spot...

Everyday comforts...

Making home a haven...

Blessings,

Yaya

Winter...A Time of Rest

Winter...

A time to slow down...Twilight comes early,

and the setting winter sun drops into a cold dark night.

It is 14 degrees in Nashville, and 6 degrees at our Kentucky lake house.

We left the city on Friday, and drove the winding, country back road toward 

Lake Malone...My haven...a place of solitude...

We arrive...unload...get the fire going, and supper, too.

Candles flicker throughout the house...

We have a glass of Merlot while waiting on supper,

and we listen to the silence...

Such peace, I cannot describe.

The ducks come into our cove often,

and I felt as if they were welcoming us to this beautiful place of tranquility.

I walk to the edge of the lake with food for the ducks,

and in turn,

they stay awhile and allow me to get many beautiful pictures.

They linger, as do I....soaking in the peace, the quiet, the soul soothing, mystic feel...

I am ready to wrap myself in cashmere, and flannel...Oh so soft and snuggle warm...

I am ready to sip hot mulled wine, and read,

while listening to beautiful cello music...

And I am ready to sit by the fire,

and do absolutely nothing.

Or, maybe I will knit...

Or paint...oil on canvas...yes...the ducks!

Or maybe I will write...

Whatever I do,

it will nourish the senses...

A few rambling thoughts from the lake house...

Be your own kind of beautiful...

Build a beautiful life...

Listen carefully to the sounds that bring you joy...

Winter allows you time to slow down...Isn't it wonderful?!

Winter Blessings,

Yaya