Catching Dreams

I guess we all need to dream at points - and I don't just mean the sleeping sort of dreams, I mean the wakeful sort, the day dreams that usually make us smile.

We need those moments in our lives. Some days more than others.

I have a great respect for and fascination for Native Americans. I love learning about their culture, learning about their tribal traditions and heritage and learning about the wonderful art they create. And I love teaching about it too. And so my photo of the day links the two random thoughts together - a display of handmade, handmade today actually, dream catchers. They are way too cute and were great fun (and quite a lot of hard work) to make.

I couldn't get my act together much over the weekend to do any scrapping of any real magnitude, but I did enjoy making another page of my art journal. Do you know, I never thought I would say that. I really and truly didn't. But I am finding the UKS Art Journey very therapeutic and strangely liberating.

The prompt this week was to be inspired to create from packaging. I looked around and didn't have a lot of packaging to be honest, other than in the candle and air freshner cupboard! Oh yes - there is a whole cupboard. I LIKE smells - nice smells. I am actually quite fussy about the smell. It needs to smell of 'clean' and so I like candles of fresh linen, clean cotton, coconut and vanilla. In the winter I burn candles of cinnamon and cupcake and frankinsence. I also use the plug in air freshners. I think it stemmed from having cats and being terrified my house would smell of animals. I am assured by everyone that it doesn't but as I was worried about it when we had our first cats,m that's when the candle obsession started.

So I used that as the focus for my page

 
Today I am thankful for

• having positive moments (as well as some negative tearful moments)
• Nigel sorting stuff out for me 'just in case'

And this is my one minute devotional calendar today - I really like this one.

Before going to a friend’s house last night, I gave myself a manicure. I was taking a gift, but I couldn’t wrap it till the polish dried. I couldn’t get dressed, either, or work on my hair. I stood in the bedroom, fanning my hands in the air, helpless without them.

Hands. Those miraculously designed tools I used this morning for everything from hammering a picture hook into the wall to tying my shoelaces. Sensitive, strong, flexible, adaptable, surely the human hand is one of God’s most awesome creations!

Our life stories could be told as the record of what our hands have touched. These hands have held babies and washed dishes and worn rings, held flowers and pencils, scrubbed floors and gripped the hands of strangers.

What if they could do none of these things? I have a paraplegic friend whose fingers are curled against his palm. Watching him struggle just to hold a spoon or turn the page of a book, I think I’ll never again take for granted the matchless dexterity of “ordinary” hands.

But, of course, I do. Within an hour, mine are performing a hundred needed functions quite unnoticed. Until, that is, a coat of nail polish interrupts their activity long enough to remind me that hands are also active when they’re folded in a prayer of gratitude.

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[Scrappyjen]

I do hope you are ok. Take care pet. Sending positive thoughts your way. Jenx