Life Is Better Sharing

Hey friends, 

Our word for the day was "share" and it's got me to thinking... 

...Thinking about all the things I've learned somewhere 

from someone along the span of my  life. 

Just a little while ago my phone lit up and our oldest son asked 

"Hey momma, can you tell me how you make your sloppy joes and meatloaf?" 

He's asked me both those things before ... and I told him and I think he's made them 

but he forgot.  

When my Momma was alive, when I wanted to make her potato salad 

or macaroni salad I'd call  and ask the same thing.  Hey momma... how you make that again? 

Thankfully I wrote her recipe on the back page of a cookbook so I do have it.

But every time I make it I remember all this and still sometimes get teary.  

Life is better with her potato salad and macaroni salad and 

apparently to Trent life is better with his momma's sloppy joe and meatloaf.  

I learned how to make all of that from my momma.  

Those were gifts to me.  

Likewise so many people have bestowed their gifts to me because they too shared.  

Recipes- sure.  But also so many other things.  

Like Miss Mary taught me all about raising chickens and goats, 

milking, and raising and even butchering rabbits.  She shared what she knew. 

People shared so many plant slips with me and taught me how to grow my own food 

and flowers.  Pam told me I needed God in my life and Cora watered so many seeds that 

my Grammy, Father Geditz, and catechism teacher planted. They all shared things. 

Perusing the internet there have been people who dared to share hobbies and books, and 

art styles, and so many things that have enriched my life so much.  

Things I love to do and would miss terribly if I couldn't do them again.  

It's crazy really.  

Have you ever read someone talk about a new food they tried and in reading it you 

thought you'd like to try that too?  Then you do and it might become your new favorite thing?  

It's amazing; especially when you really put thought to it and can see the bigness of all it!  

There are movies I want to see... books I'd love to read... painting styles I want to try...

recipes I want to give a go, places that look fun... - all things I learned about 

because someone shared them.  

The same thing works in reverse as well.  

Someone might share something they're doing and you might not want any part of it.  

It could sour you, and you in no way want it.  You might hate it. 

That's all a  learning curve too.  

To share; ... it might be scary to put yourself out there. 

You might think... you're  not good enough. 

Or  think you  have nothing to offer.   

Or you compare yourself thinking there are other people way better at that thing you do 

so  they should be the one to do it .  

Wrong!  

Share anyway!

Someone out there will relate to you.  

Someone wants to know how you do that thing you're doing.  

Someone will be intrigued ... 

interested... curious....

Someone will enjoy listening.  

Especially when you're real.  

Maybe that's more the thing... ?

Because we're all imperfect and I for one enjoy reading others and 

gleaning from them when sometimes they're a mess too.  

There's someone I used to watch on youtube.  

Because she dared to share;  I learned alot about art journaling, 

 sketching and documenting life. 

I already knew I liked to journal but seeing  how she went about it blazed 

beautiful and wild new  trails for me.  

I look her up every now and then but she mostly shares now only on patreon.

I'm grateful though for all the things I've learned through her.  

So I encourage someone reading this to share.  

You are unique and God made you just the way you are on purpose.  

The even quirky things you do... someone else will love and enjoy.

You just might inspire someone.   

Could be;  that it is meant to be for you to share.  

Now, I'll share something of my last 24 hours.. 

Awhile back I got an antique chandelier at Belle Star antiques.  

It had been wired direct and had an old cloth cord that looked kinda scary.  

I've always wanted a sparkly chandelier in my little art porch but 

they were always too expensive.  This one was priced right; made in Spain and 

Myguy said he'd rewire it for me.  That was probably well over a year ago.  

So all this time it's hung on a hook like a dead crappie out of water over my art table. 

Okay that sounds funny but hey... let's keep it in there anyways.  

It's my story and I can use a bad analogy if I want to.  

... So  last night ... Myguy took it down and headed to his shop.  

I cringed a little because he just headed through the house with all those prisms 

jinglin like it was some kind of tamborine.  

I waited a good while  then went out to check on him and see how it was going. 

I imagined his greasy workbenches... and wondered if he'd even use paper towels or ??? 

I know ... "gasp!"  

Heaven forbid.  

Nope; this is what I found.  Looked like he was doin a major overhaul.

The chandy was up on the car lift even. lol  

The man was shakin his head tho and I think plumb regretting his 

offer. haha   His biggest problem was seeing what he was doing. 

If you're over 50... you probly get that.  

Bless his heart he got er done!

It lights up my little space so much; I can't get over it.  

Someone out there I'll just bet relates somehow?

You either have a man who's usually like a bull in a china cabinet like me... 

or you too buy broken things to fix... maybe you like old chandeliers.... 

or ... could be you're just blind as a bat like us... ??

 

Time to sign off and fix that sweet guy his favorite 

yellowstone eggs.  I'm got some serious 

butterin up to do for all his aggravation.  ;) 

Until we meet again,

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