So, I don’t even know where to begin to write a post about what I learned from BlissDom this year. This was my first blogger conference ever, and I really had no idea what to expect. I walked in with one blog idea, and walked out with at least two. I threw business cards together the day before, but at least I brought some. My to-do list to help this blog stand up to the test of time is endless. The amount of information dumped into my little notebook is massive. From the first speaker to the last, I was overwhelmed with inspiration. I do not know how long it will take for me to set up the blog the way I dream, to write the way I want to write, and to finally tell my loved ones what I am up to. However, I now know that I have found a community of people that get me in a way that I am not sure I have been gotten in a long time. That alone is pretty cool.
Tag Archive: Inspiration
While walking through the mall just before Christmas, my husband and I passed a kiosk in the mall selling multi-colored clay molds. While the whole idea was pretty cool, these hands in particular kept speaking to me. Here, let me hold that for you. First of all, they are HUGE, bigger than any hands I have ever seen. My hands looked like a child when I placed my hands inside these. It literally felt like He was holding out his hands as a virtual catch-all for my worries. Even my 10 year old asks to drop off his worries. I could not argue with the overwhelming peace that fell/falls over me when I place my child like hands in these large clay hands. I know that it is a figurative gesture, but I someone who likes to hold onto everything. It feels good to have a place that I can drop it as I come in the door. It is just a shame that my husband thinks they are too creepy to actually keep by the door.
I am unwritten, can’t read my mind, I’m undefined
I’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We’ve been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can’t live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
