Monday, August 25, 2008
Me, Fay and good mail
So... I'm back from Florida, I wish I could say I was able to enjoy a bit of the area, but that was not to be on this trip. I worked long days and with Fay hovering the entire time I was there - it was not conducive to going out exploring with the little time I did have. Not to mention I didn't have a car at my disposal, maybe another time! There was one day the office was closed due to a hurricane warning which turned into a little breeze and just a bit of rain - nothing serious thankfully. I was staying/working in the Tampa/Clearwater area, other areas were not so lucky. I will say... I'm HAPPY to be home!
Don't you love those days when you receive really good mail? Me too!
While I was away I received a wonderful package from Mexico, but I'm getting ahead of myself - let me start from the beginning. About a month ago, I answered a "Heart it Forward" challenge from Cami on her blog - Art, Like Bread. You can read all about the details...here. I adore handmade cards and was lucky enough to be the first to answer her challenge.
How cute are these?
I was losing daylight when I snapped these photos...
Not only were the cards included, but there were some other really neat items. The hearts in the first photo were included as well as these wonderfully colored paper items seen below.
And the beautiful beads and chips you see below.
Stay tuned - in the near future I will post my Heart it Forward Challenge
Leaves of Grass
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body - Walt Whitman