Through Darkness

How can something cold make me feel warm?/ Your little bits of selves/ Flying joyously, furiously, through my sky/ Outside the windows where the flood lights brighten/ A million things aloft on some wind/ Through darkness/ You are masks/ To block me from the world I don't want to see/ Just for now/ Just right now/ I'll kneel on the carpet/ Lay my chin on the windowsill/ And think only about falling snow.

RebeccaLynne Jewelry

You may have noticed a new button on the sidebar here. Definitely click it - it's the link to my new shop on Etsy.com. If you have not yet discovered Etsy, it is a site that allows sellers to set up their own little "shop", offering handmade or vintage items. There are multitudes of very cool things on there. You can buy everything from craft supplies to vintage women's shoes to jewelry to art. Very cool! I have just begun on Etsy (http://www.rebeccalynnejewelry.etsy.com/) so I am currently working on creating, photographing, and posting new items. So far it's a lot of fun - partly because I have a penchant for naming and describing each piece of jewelry. I sell both face to face and online, so if you see something you like in my Etsy shop but live close by, email me (rebeccalynnejewelry@yahoo.com)! I will work it out for you to get your hands on the item without having to go through Etsy and pay shipping and all that fun stuff :-). I also do custom orders. Hope you enjoy browsing my shop!

Best Things

"The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life."

I didn't mean to write another blog post today. I was in the middle of several other things, when I decided to find something clever to post as my Facebook status. I found one good quote, but couldn't help letting my eyes fall down the page, and quite suddenly I stumbled on this quote from Robert Louis Stevenson. It sets some of my well-tumbled thoughts going again. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Why slop through the mundane marshland of the slow life when you can explore, discover, and conquer exotic locales? And yet someone has to clean the oven, pull the weeds, hang the laundry. Someone has to be a mother, someone has to be a farmer, someone has to paint lines down the middle of a country road. Of course not everybody could - or we'd have some really confused motorists. But somebody has to! The dutiful are no less beautiful than the daring. What is calling you? Remember that life is made up of lots of things: the bold as well as the quiet. What is your duty? Sweeten it with willingness. I don't do that, and it hurts to face it. But I want to. By the help of Jesus Christ, I will.

I've Been Bitten!

That's right, I've been bitten by the freebie/giveaway bug! Check out the Silver Savings, Freebies, and Giveaways blog and look over all the giveaway opportunities listed there. It's easy to enter the drawings, and it's exciting because there's some pretty cool stuff on there. Today I entered to win a $20 gift certificate to Affordablescarves.com. Click on this post's title to go to the entry page.

Hello, week. Hello, snow.

Another Monday come and nearly gone. I'm going to be really cliche and wonder where the time goes... Yesterday morning I woke up to the first snow of winter for us in Kentucky. It was a little flashback to when I was a little kid and got so tickled when the first snowflakes fluttered down in the dark. Some nights I'd kneel by the window of my room, face close to the cold windowpane, and stare out at the snow. I felt so safe and snug and happy. Sometimes from downstairs Pop would flick on the flood lights over the driveway for a few minutes, illuminating the thousands of little white pieces. When I was ready to go back to bed, I could nestle back under the covers and lift my eyes up and see out the other window to the sky. I loved having my bed right under a second-floor window. Some winter nights I'd open the window just a few inches and then snuggle into the blankets, feeling the chilly night air only on my face. My parents probably would have told me to close the window against the cold since I was letting heat out, but it was worth the risk.

December's eve - a street with houses on both sides. Few sounds. Dusk falls, and the trees ahead blackly rest under the pink sky. Somewhere not far away someone has a fire lit in a fireplace. I can smell the woodsmoke - warm, even as the air tingles when it touches my nose. It's chilly, but I wouldn't have it any other way. This chill makes warm so much cozier.