12.31.2011

a Toast, to 2012...

It is with both sadness and joy that I say 
adios and arrivederci to 2011...

Many wonderful things happened this year, 
many dreams came true and goals were reached.
But along with the sunshine comes rain, 
and many unhappy events and situations visited me, as well.

I can't go back, not to those glorious moments of our show on the farm,
to days with our family gathered and having fun there,
to clear star-filled skies I gazed at each night,
or to the wide-open future we saw before us each day....
until it wasn't so very wide-open anymore.
I don't want to go back.
I want to go forward
into the glorious moments in my future that haven't yet happened.
I know they are there, waiting for me,
I just need to let go of the past so I can move forward.

So my word on this last day of 2011 is
RELEASE.

I have been thinking of my word for 2012,
and there have been a few in consideration:

Accept / Acceptance
Restore /Restoration
Receive

I'm not really sure which one it is to be...
but it's not 2012 yet. ;0)

What's your word for the coming year?

Happy New Year, friends...
may 2012 bring you more than you can dream of
(in a good way!)
and bless you abundantly.

12.26.2011

A Message with a Message

 This was our grandson, playing with my childhood nativity scene two Christmases ago.
His favorite parts were the sheep and the 'baby cheesus' <3 

I heard a really amazing concept explained in a sermon 
at the Christmas Eve service we attended on Saturday evening... 

In the midst of telling the traditional Christmas story 
and sharing exactly WHY it was that 
God came to live among us as a man, born of a woman, in a stable, 
on  a night that we celebrate as Christmas, 
the pastor offered this insight:

"You see, we are, by nature, RULE BREAKERS. It's in our DNA. Someone tells us we CAN'T do something, we say "Oh YEAH? WATCH me!" There are laws of the land that we habitually break because we feel they are absurd or inappropriate or ineffective, or simply that they just do not apply to US. Pick one - speeding, passing on the right, jaywalking.... ;0)" 

At this point, the congregation laughed softly - that kind of laugh that says "uh oh, he's on to me". 

He continued: "We, of course, violate spiritual laws, laws that God has put into place. That is our sin. That is why we are in need of forgiveness from Him. Most of us know this. That's not really what I want to talk about tonight. I want to talk about the laws we impose on OURSELVES, and then BREAK."

Silence. He smiled.

"Oh, I see... you don't think you do this. Let's see.... today is December 24th, correct?"

The congregation nodded in agreement, still silent.

"What will you be doing in seven days? On December 31st?"

A small ripple of nervous laughter began to move through the sanctuary. They knew what was coming.

"Oh, that's right..... you'll be making 'promises' to yourself, and to others. You'll call them 'Resolutions'. But what they REALLY are is a new set of LAWS that you are imposing on yourself: Eat better, eat less, exercise more, save more, spend less, give more, take less, get a new job... whatever these things are that you decide you are no longer happy with in life, or feel guilty that you have NOT been doing, you are going to follow the time-honored ritual of turning the changes into New Years Resolutions. And do you know what HAPPENS, a few weeks or months later?"

Silence again.

"Of course you do! You're going to break one, two, some, most, or ALL of those 'laws'. Because it's in your nature to do so. You're going into this thinking that it's hard, it's unfair, it's not what you want to do, but for your own good you HAVE to do it. That's just like the laws you don't like to follow, the rules you break in life. Because it's opposite to your nature."

"And by repeatedly setting yourself up this way, you are repeatedly setting yourself up to FAIL. And then you can't forgive yourself for not being thinner, richer, more secure, more stable, or whatever it is that you REALLY wanted to change. So instead of getting closer to those things, you get further AWAY from them. Every time you try and fail, you make it harder to forgive yourself."

The assembly nodded nearly in unison, looking at him and each other as if little light bulbs had just been illuminated over every one of their heads.

He concluded "God knows this! It's WHY He became a man. He knows our weaknesses, our failures, our intentions, our nature. He knows we try - and fail sometimes. He knows how we beat ourselves up over those failures. He came, as a baby in a manger, born of a woman, because He wanted to show us His Love. His Acceptance. His Forgiveness."

"The thing is, it's a GIFT. We can not do ANYTHING to earn it from Him. 
No matter how good and right and rich and stable and thin and healthy we are - or aren't - our worth never changes in His eyes, or His heart. No matter how many awful or lawless things we have done, we are still able to receive his Love and Forgiveness. His forgiveness was offered when He, as His Son, in human form, took on our sinful human nature himself and died on the cross to pay the fines for our unlawlessness, our rebellion, our willfulness." 

"And has not God said to us that we are to forgive others, as He forgives US? Yes, He has. So the charge is to forgive YOURSELVES. Realize that if Almighty God can look upon you with love and forgiveness, and absolve you of your guilt and shame and sin, and reminded you of your great and immeasurable worth to Him, then He has asked and empowered you to forgive others and your SELF in this same way. It's not YOUR forgiveness - it's HIS. He gives it to each of us, to pass on. To share. To multiply. To embody."

"Especially at a time of year when we need that more than any new exercise regimen or diet. Once we have forgiven ourselves for past failures and mistakes, we can more clearly see what it is we need and WANT to do to make our lives and selves what we want and need to be to serve Him. Once we are certain of our worth to God Almighty, we can no longer doubt that we are worth a chance to change and improve. It's not about obtaining perfection, but about accepting forgiveness for our inability to achieve it. We can't do it on our own. But HE can do it for us. We just have to accept that gift. The gift of Forgiveness, and Worth, and Value. That's why He came to earth, born of a woman, in a manger, on a night we celebrate as Christmas."

Silence again.

He said a bit more, but that's what my brain clung to. There is a message in there that I sorely needed to hear right now in my life. And perhaps at this time of year, we ALL need to remember that holding on to our past failures, guilt, sorrow, hurt, pain, and shame  - as well as that we experience in relationships with others - is not only preventing us from moving forward and accepting all of the wonderful things yet to come, it is very nearly a refusal of the forgiveness that God so generously and openly offers us.

It's certainly an issue I am dealing with right now - 
forgiving myself so that I can be clear, and forgive others. 

What I took away from this young pastor's sermon on Christmas Eve was that I don't need to find, manufacture, drum up, or create that forgiveness for myself and others. God gave it to me already. I just have to accept the gift, unwrap it, revel in its wholeness, and then share it. 

That's a Resolution I can follow. <3


12.24.2011

To You and Yours...

I wish you all a very Merry Christmas,
a Happy Hanukkah,
and a Happy New Year....
Blessings to all in 2012

12.22.2011

Gertrude Gets Glam!

 Some of you have seen my original 'Junk Queen Crowns' at shows over the past few years.
This tiny little crown, which I ended up calling the 'Junk Princess', 
was the very FIRST one I EVER made -
Even before I made my big honkin' heavy crystal-embellished one.
I kept it 'cause it was the first, and cute, and yes, I've worn it once or twice!
But this holiday season, I'm letting someone else wear it.

Gertrude Gets Glam.
Yup. Gertrude.
Blinged up beyond belief!
Here's The Story:

Gertrude was a deer mount that we found at a garage sale in Truckee, California back in the late 80's when we lived there. Bob doesn't hunt, but he wanted that whole 'Mountain Man Cabin' look in our house, so we got it for ten bucks. [We also got a moose antler mount at another sale, but that's another story.]

Gertrude was a boy - we know that, because A) you can't shoot and mount females and b) this guy has antlers. But for some Godforsaken reason, everyone in the family started calling it Gertrude. The name stuck. And every Christmas, poor ol' Gert would suffer the indignities of being trussed... no, wait.... dressed up in some kind of ridiculously corny Holiday getup: Split a hollow red plastic ball in half and pop it over the nose - VOILA! It's Rudolph! A clown hat and 'big nose glasses', a Santa hat and a red & white scarf, a rainbow wig and garish necktie....you name it, Gert's worn it. I can only imagine if the poor thing could speak, what tales of woe and humiliation it would share....

Well,. last summer, poor Gertrude was hanging in Bob's workshop. Getting horribly covered with sawdust and grime. I had had it, and was about to pitch her/him into the trash. Then I got an idea: It was time for a MAKEOVER for Gert.

I spent two days stripping off the deer hide (eeeeeeeeeew - Bob ended up doing most of that, actually) and giving the remaining papier mache' head form and real antlers a good brushing. Then I gathered up bags and bags of the broken-shell kind of sand that we had over at Utsalady Beach. I smeared tile mastic all over poor Gert and pressed the sand into the mastic. I artfully placed a few small shells on the nose and at the crown of her/his head. When it all dried, I sprayed it with clear acrylic spray. 

 Gert at BarnHouse in July

Gert looked SO very stylish and modern and hip that I took her/him to the BarnHouse show, absolutely certain that she/he would sell in a snap. No such luck - although there were many admirers and a million comments about how COOL that idea was, no one forked over the bucks. So, I brought Gertrude back home and hung her/him in the family room. She/he was cool.... too cool to go back to the shop. 

Then during our recent move, I looked up at Gert hanging on that wall and decided that she/he has been such a big part of the Holidays for so long that I just couldn't let her/him end up at the thrift store. So, I brought Gert here to the new place and found the perfect spot on a wall in the little living room. I knew I'd find something to liven her/him up for Christmas.

When I was going through the bins of selected ornaments & decor, I found the strands of antique German glass bead garland. And some white floral picks, to match the white tree. Then I went to my jewelry box to grab a strand of silver beads I have - and found the Princess crown. I just went overboard and put it ALL on Gertrude. 

And I have to say, this year there is no doubt that Gertrude is a GIRL. 
SHE's never looked so good as in all this bling! 
 And she's here to stay... even though the crown and bling may not be.
Merry Christmas, my DEERS ;0)

12.19.2011

Letting Go


It's hard to do.

A lot has happened with me, with us, with our life and our business, over the past few months. Especially over the past month. And I am working on walking through it, learning from it, experiencing it, rather than trying to run from it and hide. It's painful, but then so is childbirth. And I feel like that's an apt description for this... something, someone, is trying to be born. Something within me is trying to evolve and grow and emerge through the rubble of the mess my life has become. My past almost fifty years are dragging along behind me in a tattered dirty suitcase, tied to my heart, trying to impede my progress on the journey. I am determined to cut the rope and let them go. To chose the future instead of the past.

I've been accused of being a fake, a phony, a liar... by people I don't know at all and people I know very well. And yet the overwhelming thing is that they don't know ME at ALL. I've lied to MYSELF, and that's been my biggest mistake. I've lied, and covered up and hidden the truth, because the truth was that I have been in pain and anger all along. Nothing I did or achieved 'out there' could fill the emptiness or take away the guilt or pain, because I wasn't being honest with myself. And so when I prayed to God to help me, He destroyed the facade. He broke my heart. He decimated my soul. Because everything that you all saw was what I thought life needed to be for me to live a meaningful existence. To matter. To 'be'.

I was wrong. 

I had to let go of that dream, that plan, that 'me' so that I can find out who the REAL me is. I struggled and I fought and I argued and I cried, and I finally figured out that I needed to let go and submit to the process willingly. Now I am on a journey to find out who it is that I am supposed to become, to be, and what my purpose for the rest of my life is.

I realize the futility of thinking that I had a plan and a dream and a goal to chase. Nope. I have a heart that yearns for love and forgiveness, and only God can give me that. Only I can forgive myself, because I know that there are people in my life who NEVER will offer that. They can't. They can't love me when I don't love myself. They can't forgive me when I can't forgive myself. And they can't see any other way to treat me, because for so long, I have been that excuse, that reason, that causation for the pain that they suffer. I've accepted and built that role for myself, have allowed them to treat me this way, and have lived it for so long that even I believed it was all I was here for.

God destroyed all that. He destroyed the mirage of my life, both what other people saw and what I believed about myself, and offered me clear, clean water instead - the truth. The truth is that I need His strength to endure this process, and I need to forgive myself and love myself and let Him show me where He wants me to go. And I need to shut up. I say too much, I share too much, I want so much to be understood and accepted that I write things like this and open my heart to people I shouldn't.... and then I get wounded when they strike back, and wonder why it happens to me. LOL. Because I put myself out there!

I don't deserve some of the awful , terrible, heartbreaking things that  have happened in my life. I do deserve some of the troubles I have faced, because of bad choices I have made. Some repeatedly. I deserve the awards and accolades I have received for hard work and dedication - in a few cases, I deserve more than I got. I deserve to live and love and make a difference in the world - everyone does. And for now, I deserve to take time to figure out what comes next. To do nothing and rest and recover and discover a new way of being the me that I was destined to be. 

I am re-reading Iyanla VanZandt's books 'Yesterday, I Cried', 'In the Meantime', and 'One Day My Soul Just Opened Up'. Her story is not my story, but her 'issues' are my issues. I found words that she wrote that have echoed in my soul for SO LONG that it brought me to tears. I wrote them down in my journal, and cried again. When I read them, I cry. When someone else has experienced something that echoes your experience, that can cause them to utter words that you have uttered, it is a profoundly healing experience. And that, I suppose, is why I am writing this post. The hope, the wish, that if Iyanla and the Brave Girls can share their pain and somehow touch someone's heart and cause healing to begin, then maybe just maybe my words can do the same for even one person out there.

I don't know if I can keep up with sharing my heart. It's broken and ravaged and tattered, and I don't know how brave I can be. I wonder if anyone reads this blog anymore; I wonder if I shouldn't just stop being personal at all and resign myself to sharing pictures of decor stuff from the web here. I have been told I should not share what I share, here or anywhere, as it reflects badly upon me. The people who say this have never been transparent about their lives or feelings, sometimes not even to those closest to them, so I tend to discount their opinions. Right now, God moved on my heart to share this message. I don't know what comes next... and I am not a girl who likes to say that.  I ALWAYS want to know what comes next. God is breaking me of that, it's clear. 

Big huge changes are in store for me... I can feel it. 
Yeah, even more than the big huge changes that have gone on in the past month.
(Closing a business, moving out of my dream house, letting go of dreams and goals,
and realizing certain things about myself and my family and my life).

I just have to come to a place where I can accept the changes and give in to them, and move forward from the pain and shame and guilt and damage and loss. If you are in that place too, then let me share something with you: Iyanla wrote a marvelous message about birthing a new life here that I think might just touch your heart. I keep re-reading it and I get something different out of it each time.... which is why I am re-reading her books again. When we moved two weeks ago, I found them on a bottom shelf in my office, and packed them in a box to come to our new house. I began reading the first book two nights ago. I am now beginning the second. 

I've figured out that God needed me to be in this place to speak to me in a way I could hear. To begin to heal me of my past, so that I can accept His plan for my future. I just need to be open to accepting it all, and be patient with Him while He is doing His work in me. That's my job right now, and I think that may just be my word for 2012: Acceptance. Not sure yet. 

I told God I want to be a writer. Full time, all the time. I want to write about a lot of things. Whether or not that is HIS plan for me remains to be seen! But if God decides to move on my heart to write and share here about what it is that I am going through, I will. If not, you'll probably see photos of pretty seasonal rooms here. ;0) In any case, whether you stay or go, I thank you for listening. 

I hope with all of my heart that if you are going through a dark night of the soul, if you are laboring to birth a new you into being, that you will find a way to succumb to the process instead of fighting it. Because we all know that once it's over, the pain is gone and the memory of it isn't nearly as bad as the pain and process itself. Take a deep breath, and let the pain fill you. Breathe out and let the pain escape. Do it again. And again. And again. You are not alone, God is with you. You can do this. I can do this. The world will be a better place if we can be honest with ourselves, and do the work to be who we are destined to be. We can let go.

Blessings,
Deb

12.12.2011

It's Ornamental

I LOVE decorating Christmas Trees!
However, I am decidedly NOT a fan of those flimsy little wire ornament hooks sold everywhere.
Neither is my vacuum -
That horrific sound it makes when it inadvertently sucks up one of those wire hooks makes me cringe.
And let's not even think about stepping on one.

For years now, I've been hanging my tree ornaments in a much simpler and prettier way:
Chenille Stems (formerly known as 'pipe cleaners') formed into an 'S' hook!
 Let me show you this easy little trick, and I bet you'll never use a wire hanger again. 
(Cue Joan Crawford!)
Grab a large package of chenille stems /pipe cleaners from the craft store. 
If you want the hangers to disappear, get the same color as your tree (green or white).
If you want them to stand out as a decorative element, try black on a white tree, or white on a green tree.
Or sparkly silver or gold for some bling!

Cut the chenille stems into halves for larger hangers, or thirds for smaller ones.
Twist both ends around a pencil or pen, forming an 'S' shape.
Hook an ornament on one end, and slip the other end over a tree branch. 
Voila!
A no-slip hanger - that will also show up if it falls onto the carpet. ;0)