Monday, September 30, 2013

make

Time spent with Bek is always an adventure. Whether we're romping around in the backcountry, playing 
in the river, or just hanging in her studio space, I am always encouraged by her. 
She challenges me to think outside of my box & she inspires me with her passion for making handmade goodies. 
Sweet Bek, keep doing what you're doing & thank you for always making me laugh while reminding me to enjoy the simple. 
ps-these photos are a glimpse of a short video I made to promote Bek's new venture. 

Friday, September 27, 2013

sleep


A Cradle Song
Sweet dreams form a shade,
O'er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams

Sweet sleep with soft down.
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep Angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child.

Sweet smiles in the night,
Hover over my delight.
Sweet smiles Mothers smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.

Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes,
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.

Sleep sleep happy child
All creation slept and smil'd.
Sleep sleep, happy sleep.
While o'er thee thy mother weep

Sweet babe in thy face,
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe once like thee.
Thy maker lay and wept for me

Wept for me for thee for all,
When he was an infant small.
Thou his image ever see.
Heavenly face that smiles on thee,

Smiles on thee on me on all,
Who became an infant small,
Infant smiles are His own smiles,
Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.
William Blake

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

lately

Fly fishing.
A well loved babe.
Asheville.
New tastes.
Trouty.
After school playing. 
Bath time.
Creel cutie.
Kisses. 
Garden goods. 

Thursday, September 19, 2013

davidson

The river continues to usher peace. 
So thankful for time away from the city.
Girls that know how to pull in hogs and laugh at the simple things. 
Thank you Em & Bek for blessing my life. 
You.Are.Loved. 

Saturday, September 7, 2013

growth

“All flesh is as grass,
And all the glory of man as the flower of the grass.
The grass withers,
And its flower falls away,
 But the word of the Lord endures forever.”
1Peter1:24-25
Today as I looked within I realized the importance of casting my pain onto the cross of Christ. 
I can hand my struggles and fear to our amazing Father & know that I am safe. 

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

peace

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.