no snakes were injured

"Watch for snakes!"

The warning I received after I had eased my way into the wheat field. Doesn't this happen all the time - the warning after you've already taken the step, the wonder of if you made the right move? I ponder if this is a natural reaction from somewhere deep in our inner being or is it a behavior I have learned over time.

 [WGACA tee, Buffalo David Bitton jacket, vintage skirt [DIY from a dress], BR necklace,
F21 bracelet and other random bracelets.]

I recently had a conversation about this particular subject posing the question - what if...
 
what if, the news focused more on the positive and less on the negative.
what if, we focused more on love and less on hate.
what if, we focused on our riches and less on our debt.

Maybe if we switched to the positive our inner programing would change, news would be celebratory, Facebook posts would be full of life, we would read about how many people had jobs versus how many are unemployed. Would life be dramatically different or would our inner beings still scream "watch for snakes"?

And if we're throwing honesty balls in the air, my mind never went to snakes but I did question whether my gluten intolerance would be affected by standing in a field of my own worst food enemy.
 
But I said screw it, why the hell not.
 
The attitude I've had most of my life. Another time maybe, we'll discuss.

Until next time,

Lex

Stop Trying to be Someone Else's Perfect

Thank you Free People's Bldg 25 blog for this photo.
I will be carrying a notebook with me from this day forward - excellent advice.

Until next time...
Lex

Soul Food

Hammocks, instant soul food.  Bare feet in the grass.  The perfect activity on a late summer night with the one you love.  The ideal place to be on a fall day, wrapped in a blanket, reading a book.

I need one with fringe.  It will hang perfectly with the hammock chair we bartered for in Ecuador that is still wrapped up in plastic, quietly waiting in the basement to be introduced to Kansas.   This was two years ago.  I know now exactly where I want it to be - in the northeast corner of our backyard with a rock path leading to the destination from the deck.

 

I can picture it perfectly in my mind.

These are the type of corners I've created throughout my house, places to feed my soul.  Antique chairs from my grandfather's house separated by a record player my father eagerly picked out for my Christmas present last year. 

A breakfast nook filled with a table my family spent many holidays eating at when visiting my grandmother.  The grandmother I take after, who leaves me messages in my dreams.

I need these places to keep me grounded, remind me of what's important...

Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot.  In you soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.  - Oscar Wilde

Until next time,
Lex