Day 9/29 Days of Giving is…

… my friends, have you nurtured yourself today?

have you taken just a moment, or perhaps two….

….to merely breathe in the world around you

have you taken a time-out to restore yourself….

…even for just a moment

yes, one little moment….

… of the stress, and responsibilities

that our lives hold…

….have you found a way to pamper yourself

a nice cup of tea perhaps…

…. maybe a luxuriously warm bath with a fresh-from-the-dryer towel

whatever indulgence it is that you feel drawn to…

go, now. make it happen …..

…it’s crucial to our happiness and to our health

give not only to others….

…but to yourself

that is how you offer the world and people in your life …

….the best version of ‘you’

i truly believe it’s life’s most vital, and most often overlooked skill.

 “The ordinary arts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest.”
-Thomas More

When I began this journey, I mentioned to you my desire of finding a way to work giving into my life again. To MAKE the time for it. Regardless of circumstances, finances, or my mood — it is becoming a daily part of my world again. I’m not always feeling generous.  It isn’t always easy. However, nothing rewarding or insightful… ever is.

One of the reasons I began this adventure through my blog, was the accountability – as I knew that no matter what the day had in store for me, I needed to find a way to give. To give with intent.  Challenging, at the least.

I have found that by the time each post is complete – I am somehow lighter. Happier. My heart becomes just a bit more open. Open to relationships with people, open to receiving, open to possibilities. Open to acceptance. Open to trust. To trust that with the bad, comes the good. Disappointments are inevitable, I don’t know why we are always so taken aback when they occur.

“But you now, you wear your soul on your sleeve, exhausting your energy, propping yourself up on a tree, mumbling, or bent over your desk, asleep. Heaven gives you a form and you wear it out by pointless argument. ” -Chuang Tzu

So today – I am not only choosing to give to you; but to myself.

I am making this post shorter. Simpler. I am eliminating the formatting woes. The lengthy descriptions. The hassles of photos. The all too time consuming aspects of it. I am going to devour that extra bit of time, and somehow indulge myself. Nurture my soul just a bit. So that tomorrow, I can once again offer you, my friends, my family, my beloved furbabies… the world – the very best me that I can give.

In that spirit – today’s giveaway invloves a bit of trust on your part as well. I want your hearts as open as mine is becoming. Open to the possibility, that it may be magic. Open to the possibility you may be disappointed. Open, that no matter which way it goes – your life may become just a bit better as a result.

I will tell you, it is comprised of multiple gifts that will be somewhat customized to the recipient. It’s my wish, that it shall provide you with moments of small indulgences, and perhaps help renew that sparkle you have inside of you too.

So, to those of you who are open to whatever i have in store:  

  • Leave a comment on this post & share with us some of your favorite, simple indulgences
  • Do this by: Monday, December 15th
  • Don’t forget to spread the word.
  •  Enter Day 0 & Day 6 & Day 7 & Day 8
  • Check out the first batch of winners!
  • Go, Indulge yourself. Now!
  • What are you still doing here?
  • Chrysti

    My Love List :: What’s Yours?

    Special thanks to MeganJane for sharing she likes purple’s   blog post & love list challenge. With that, I’ll start. 

    :: the risk ::

    I love an inspiring challenge.

    I love the sound of rain tap-a-tap-tapping on an old tin roof and watching lightning storms seemingly dance over the ocean. I love the way light looks bouncing off my beaded garland on a sunny afternoon through my little kitchen window. I love simple, guilty pleasures to indulge my senses in. I love Starbucks iced venti skim mocha’s; especially sitting outside on a perfect spring day where that almost perfect light breeze is brushing your cheeks. I love the smell of autumn winds and the sounds of leaves rustling while the trees whisper.

    I love custom gift wrapping in pretty colored boxes adorned with exquisite ribbons and perhaps even rustic branches tied on with twine. I love the smell of bookstores and the rush i get every time i walk into one. I love paging through old letters and diaries of people I never knew and imagining what their life must have been like. I love being connected with all that came before me. I love organizing, and making piles of trash bags to be wistfully carried away. I love finding that amazingly perfect conversation with someone you never expected outside at 2 am and staying up til dawn without ever realizing it. I love sunrises.

    I love life’s little luxuries; breakfast in bed with cute pajamas on high-thread count, crisp and oh-so-cool white sheets. I love soft, cozy, squishy pillows that i can scrunch up and snuggle against; bonus points if they are cool. I love the sound of birds singing filling the air, and the way my cats crank their adorable little heads to watch. I love losing myself in a striking sunset and the joyous reminder that the world is filled with everyday beauty. I love old chandeliers with pretty prisms. I love hanging ornaments on a tree. I love google.

    I love kitchenware; platters and pitchers and pottery that tells stories. I love using my grandmothers beat up old pots & worn down casserole dishes relishing the knowledge that her hands once were upon them as well. I love pausing for a moment, just to breathe that memory in. I love the original creaking, old, knicked-up hardwood floors in houses that are a century old and just begging to have their stories told. I love main streets and small towns almost as much as I love countrysides. I really do love dancing about when noone’s watching and fresh cut flowers strewn about the house. I love long, drawn-out and dramatic monologue’s and cheesy i-will-die-without-you-love speeches in movies. I love getting a french manicure and putting on a plush bright white robe after a shower. I love giggling when people fall.

    I love writing letters with a micro-tipped  black ink pen on elegant stationery. I love envelopes sealed with a pretty sticker or better yet a wax seal. I love bakers twine wrapped around a stack of tattered old love letters with a strand just plaeading to be pulled. I love walking into paper source and touching every sheet of lush paper as I walk by it. I love pretty fabrics just begging to have my hands run over them. I ab-so-friggin-lutly love the genuine smile of a child at the precise moment you needed it or the kiss of a dog when you least expect it. I love serendipity. I love having the insides of my closets painted in pretty colors, and the suprise you get each time a door is opened.

     

     I love softly colored nature photos with smooth and silky bokeh. I love the smell of woodsy bonfires and the memories that rush back right along with it. I love going to Mt. Washington and peering over the city I was raised in. I love sitting amidst a crowd unnoticed and watching people pass by, observing them when they don’t necessarily know they are being watched. I love receiving a shipment of sharpies or caran d’ache watercolor crayons or faber-castell artist pens when every imaginable, glorious color is included. I love journals: small journals, big journals, journals covered in fabric, journals with pretty tassels, journals made by hand or laminated with eye-catching art. I love simple little moleskine journals, and elaborate journals with highly textured handmade paper. I love all the unclaimed dreams lying between each page. I love an iced-cold new castle beer on a sweltering hot summer day and a fresh white v-neck tee shirt paired with a pair of crisp new faded blue-jeans.

    I love possibility. I love the never-ending plethora of options we have in life. I love the way words dance and I love talking in silly, nonsensical accents…just because. I love laughing; not just a simple  giggle or a slight chuckle.. but that from-the-gut super deep in-the-pit-of-your-belly laugh that often leaves you with tears running down your cheeks when you’re done. I love that life makes us smile, even when it breaks your heart. I love living, even when it’s not easy.. especially when it’s hard and delighting in the day it was all worth it. At the end of the day, I love being me and all the fateful flaws, hopeless optimism, oddities and eccentricities that entails. I love singing at the top of my lungs and not caring if it’s on key and the surprise that I was ‘caught’.  I love sarcasm, horridly bad puns and so-stupid-they are funny one-liner jokes. 

    I love remembering all the things i hold dear, and truly love.

    That… my friends, is my little list — for today anyway. I think i may just do this once a week, cuz’ boy oh boy did it make my day much lighter. I sense this coming on as a new theme for an art journal.

    Now kiddos, let’s see your “love list”.

    As she loves purple  said: “*I challenge you to make your own list. The only catch? You can’t include a single person you know on your list. No “I love the way my husband laughs” or “I love hearing my little girl call for me.” It’ll be tough, I know. (Think about it, I couldn’t include MOLLY on my list.) But this particular little exercise is about stripping away everyone who defines you and figuring out what you (not his partner; not their mother/daughter/sister/friend) love.”

    Be sure to leave me a link to yours!

    Warmly,
    Chrysti