

Yes, this is my recycled
Christmas tree. It was in the garbage and the bottom part of it was pretty bad, so Teresa helped me undo the bottom half and only used the top of it. Used a couple of cans of snow, old bulbs that were thrown out, an inexpensive teal beads, silver tinsel and there she is. All prim and proper. Then I did the garland with blues and teas, have my Santa's from Miss Wilma's on the fireplace and other junk as you can see sitting around. And yes, that is a real fire in my real fireplace.
I finished decorating today. It took me a long time this year to get a little bit done each day, but I finally have it up and it feels festive here. The snow outside helped too.....grin.
Hope each of you are enjoying your family and friends, relationships after all are the most important gifts we can give each other.........
cs
That is a picture from my folks front window. They can see Mt Rainer every morning when it is clear out. It sure is a pretty view is all I can say.
Makes me think about my views, what are my views during a day. I look out my sewing room window onto the road with the tall cedar tree across the street that looks really cool when it snows. I sit on my couch and have a great view of the maple tree out front in all its seasons. But their are other views with have every day. How we view ourselves, how we view those around us....I tend to view those around me with much more grace than I tend to give myself. So thinking more about the view of myself. Not physical but emotionally, mentally, spiritually..... how does pain effect all of these.
Last night was a very long night with pain and grief. Having to go another round of dealing with the fact that I have Fibro and that it does have limitations. That sometimes the pain just plain gets overwhelming and I can't take one more minute of it. Not pretending every thing is okay and fine. Having the cry that is needed. Telling a couple of close friends where I am really at, not hiding and pretending that life is just fine. Being real in life makes me vulnerable, but it is necessary for living a genuine life and for my mental health as well.
So let your life be genuine and real, no matter where you are at. Find those who you trust and let it all hang out. We need those friends in our life, whether they are family, adopted family, or friends that have become family to us. For in sharing we allow them to be who they are as well.
cs