Flower Power

If you follow my photo site on Facebook, then you heard about my daughter’s boyfriend ambushing us on Valentine’s Day. I picked her up from college for a weekend visit and he was waiting for our arrival with a bouquet of beautiful flowers.

Unfortunately for her, and fortunately for me, her dorm does not allow flowers in the dorm rooms. Something about them being a fire hazard. I asked her if they realize the flowers are in water…she rolled her eyes. So, pretty flowers got to stay with me.

This morning before work the sun was streaming in through my glass block windows and created a great light effect. I was lucky enough to have a few minutes before I had to leave to snap a few photos.

Enjoy!

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Morning Has Broken

Do you know who Eleanor Farjeon is?

I did not, but today is her birthday. Per Wikipedia: Eleanor Farjeon was an English author of children’s stories and plays, poetry, biography, history and satire. Many of her works had charming illustrations by Edward Ardizzone. Some of her correspondence has also been published.

The reason I’m bringing up Eleanor Farjeon is because I saw information posted about her on a Facebook page this morning. I didn’t stop because of her name, or her birthday, but because lines from a children’s hymn she wrote were posted. A hymn she wrote in 1931 that you probably know and love.

Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
Praise for the singing! Praise for the morning!
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word!

Sweet the rain’s new fall sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dew fall on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in the completeness where His feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight! Mine is the morning
Born of the one light Eden saw play!
Praise with the elation, praise every morning,
God’s recreation of the new day!

Now this hymn has special meaning to me, which is what made me stop and notice this morning. As many of you know, and for those who don’t, I am a musician. I started playing guitar when I was five. Before I could read, even. And sometime around 3rd, 4th, 5th grade I played this hymn in church – solo me – on guitar. I remember so clearly standing up on the stage (sorry, if that isn’t the correct church term, I’m not so churchy anymore), with me guitar playing away with Cat Stevens singing in my head.

It was quite a moment. I’m sure that wasn’t my first time playing, as a matter of fact, I remember playing a lot in grade school. For assemblies, for show & tell, even sitting in art class. I used to sit and play while the other kids were working on projects. Looking back I led quite a different life. But standing up there in the quiet church playing in front of the congregation was really something. That feeling has stuck with me all these years. And that song always touches my heart.
Happy birthday, Eleanor. And thank you.

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Me, circa 1973

Did you see the new headers?

Ok, I know this isn’t a life shattering post, but just wanted to share that I did a little work on the blog and made 6 new headers. They are set to display randomly because I couldn’t decide which to use right away. I liked them all. But that’s the point.

Do what makes you happy. And for now, these fit the bill.

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Did I ever explain the blog name, by the way?

Since I decided to combine the Blanket Statements blog and the Leslie A Photography blog into one to simplify my crazy hectic life, I wanted something that would encompass both aspects. To try to tie everything together. You know, the moving on with life part. But also the focus on the betterment of situations part. I’m an almost 47 year old (who still feels 16, mind you) who has decided my entire life is suddenly laid out before me like an unpainted canvas. There’s a path to take, or rather several paths to take judging from the photos – and I want to see where they all go. But not forget where I came from or what I can do to give a hand to those that are coming along.

Going forward. Giving Back. I don’t think it gets any better than that.

Hello world!

 

This is the first post of my newly combined blogging experience. I’ve been writing on five different blogs, a couple personal ones, one about my impending divorce, one for my Blanket Statements business, and a new one for my new photography gig. Those, plus facebook, twitter, pinterest, and the websites themselves was proving to be way too much work. So I’ve decided to pare down the blogs and just write one. One that will encompass all of it, since it is all of me. One me, doing it all. I was beginning to feel like I had a multiple personality disorder trying to keep everything neatly contained in little boxes.

Since the Blanket Statements blog was pretty well established I will notify those followers to come join us over here. And I will link this blog to all of the other pages. I am also going to try to figure out how to link to the other blogs for the “good old stuff” rather than bring the posts over here. But going forward, I’ll just be posting a mishmash of everything here.

Read me when you want, or skip me when I’m whining, but from now on we’re “Going Forward and Giving Back.”

In all ways.

Love you!

Leslie A.