POLLUTION IS NOT THE SOLUTION

KEEP OUR WATER CLEAN BY NOT BEING MEAN

DON'T BE A GRUMP TAKE IT TO THE DUMP

DON'T BE A MINDLESS CRITTER LETS NOT LITTER

GIVE A HOOT DON'T POLLUTE

SUNDAY AWE

UNCOVENTIONAL

HIGH IN THE SKY

UNDERSTATED

STONE CROSS

DOUBLE SPIRES

SOUTHERN CROSSES

 Surrounded with Faith

Points of Wonder

Days of Sorrow

Days of Anger

That end to

 Days of Grace

IRONMAN IN THE SKY

TENNESSEE FLAG

FACES GAZE DOWN

PATRIOTIC

RIPPLES IN THE SKY

EXTINCT

THE WORLD ABOVE

SNOWY PETALS AND I LOVE EXCITEMENT AND ADVENTURE

I AM LIKE A BUTTERCUP

SCENIC PATH AND I WALK ALONE WHETHER I WANT TO OR NOT

PINK AND I LET MY SON JUMP ON HIS BED AND THE COUCH CUSHIONS

CANOPY AND I DO A GOOD JOB

SPRING HAS SPRUNG AND I DO YOGA

HONORING MYSELF

So last week's theme week was echos of the past. Which made me think of how I too often ponder the past without acceptance. Basically, it is hard for me to let go of past mistakes and things I can't change; inevitably beating myself up because of them. It is so easy to get down on yourself. Logically, I know it is silly and fruitless but I find I have wondered down the path before I realize where I was walking. As well as it is hard for me not qualify something good about me with yeah, but...This brought me to honoring myself, we are told to have gratitude for the higher power, people and circumstances in our lives, but how often are we told to light a candle to ourselves. I was just reading about how you should take a picture of yourself that you like that only has you in it and light a white candle and be thankful to yourself. Thus, this week I am challenging myself to come up with seven things I think make me kickass and I challenge you to do the same. My first being that I am doing this without shame!

NO MORE EASTER SERVICES HERE

The church bell tolled

The people gathered

The community stood

Until it fell

FALLING

Worn, leaning, better off torn down

But still standing

REMINDERS

Every beginning as an end 

And every end a beginning

NO MORE MEGA HOMES WITHOUT THE DOUGH