Make your own kind of beauty.
Create your own special art.
Make your own kind of happy.
Even if nobody else smiles along.
Cheers & Hugs,
This work of reused, repurposed, recycled building materials is proudly and prominently displayed outside of Construction Junction – one of my favorite shopping spots in Pittsburgh. Construction Junction is a non-profit warehouse that supports and promotes conservation through the sale and reuse of donated used and surplus building materials. I visited this past Saturday with a friend when I snapped this photo. Then…. as so often happens, a favorite song came to mind. The song “Make Your Own Kind of Music” came into my head, and I made my own “Make Your Own Kind of Beauty/Art/Happy” lyrics.
It wraps itself around you
like vining tendrils
sprouting delicate buds
that unknowingly unfurl
into beautiful blossoms.
Cheers & Hugs,
I took this photo at a beautiful outdoor wedding reception I attended this past weekend. This vining white clematis seemed so symbolic of the blossoming love of a new marriage. It also made me think about the blossoming love I have for my newest granddaughter – only a few weeks old – but who is so tenderly wrapping herself around my heart.
There are some that believe the fuchsia flower symbolizes overflowing abundance. Looking at the abundantly-blooming baskets hanging on my front porch, I couldn’t help but be inspired to feel the overflowing abundance life has to offer. I hope you will think about it… if only for this moment…. and choose to live a life of overflowing abundance. Abundance because you choose to love and laugh and give and receive and work and play abundantly.
The recent suicides of two very famous people last week – Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain – have brought back a lot of memories for me and have had me thinking a lot.
Those of you who have been around here for a while may recall I lost my brother to suicide a year and a half ago. He took his life two days after Christmas on December 27, 2016 by stepping in front of a train. He left a note stating “no Clarence for me.”
There are moments – some clumped together in periods longer than others – that I dwell in the sorrow.
I want to have some magical answer…. some greatly insightful advice.
I don’t want to just talk about it. I don’t want to just be sad. I want to declare the solution. I want to shout out the answer. I want to rid the world of this grief.
But I can’t find it.
Except to say let’s love one another.
Let’s be there for one another.
Let’s support each other.
Let’s hold each other up… allow others to lean on us, and allow ourselves to lean on others.