Pursuit Of Peace

I am on a persistent pursuit of peace for 2015.

Each year I choose a word to set the tone for the next twelve months.

Last year was JOY and I feel I accomplished my goal.

This year I have chosen PEACE.

Peace in my personal life.

And to nurture peace in other lives.




I always associate ringing bells as the symbol for the New Year.








The last stanza of this old hymn:

Glorious then the dawning
With Thy presence near,
Beauteous wake the morning,
Peace bells chiming clear;

Long lost voices singing -
O, the sweet refrain!
E'en heav'n's bells all ringing
Peace on earth again.

If we all try, maybe this will be the year for PEACE!













Happy 2015!

See y'all!

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Feathered Nest Friday 

New Year - New Word: JOY!

As I hustled and bustled through the holidays, I noticed a certain word kept popping up.

JOY

There it was on one of my bottle brush tree projects.

I found it on the gift bags I used for Christmas presents.

Multiple JOY's were stamped on my Christmas cards.

I started my art journal for 2014 with a dictionary page collage featuring JOY.

Joy was defined as happiness, delight.  Along with "joy" on this particular page were the words "jovial", "jubilee", and "jubilant".

All words of good spirits.

So for 2014, I choose the word JOY.

Such a simple three-letter word, but so hard to achieve.

I promise to share my progress as the year unrolls before us.

Last year my word was LESS.

Read about the lesson I learned from a diary here. 

How did I do?

Well, there is a lot less clutter in my house.

There is less of me - I lost weight.

I finally grew enough hair to donate to Locks of Love so I now have less hair.

I made a conscious effort for less discord in the house.

So I give myself an A- as a grade. 

 Not perfect, but close.

Now for JOY.  Chucks says he will be keeping a close eye on how I can achieve this.

I told him the first thing that would make me joyful was for him to go to the gym with me.

I even joyfully took him shoe shopping Monday for walking shoes.  

I did not get provoked when it took an hour for him to choose two pairs of shoes.

Note to self:  JOY,  JOY,  JOY!!!

It's getting clearer!

See y'all!