Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Nostalgia for Dovie



Soft, sweet Southern Spring mornings. Morning glories, covered in dew.  The sound of an old-fashioned percolator, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee.  She drank it from a saucer.  Hot homemade biscuits, real churned butter and real milk, melt in your mouth cantaloupes.  Roosters crowing.

Wild cherries and peach blossoms and pears and plums.  Cotton clothes hanging on the clothesline.  Flowers...everywhere!  Hanging pots and honeysuckles.  Hydrangeas hyacinths and roses and lilies.  Magnolia and wisteria.  Gardens.  FRESH vegetables, canned for the Winter.  

Daddy long legs and bumblebees.  Porch swings and snapping beans.  Buddy, the squirrel (I have a scar from a bite).  FiFi!  Scary (terrifying) ghost stories.  The pearl-handled gun.  Afternoon "stories" and afternoon nap time.  Afternoon mischief ;-) Playing in mud puddles (yes, we did).  EXPLORING.  Fighting.  Discovering.  Laughing.  

Family.  Love.  Dovie.  I'm missing her today.  

She was an anchor for us all.  A core of youthful gathering.  Summers were long, and many memories were made at her humble home.  A tough, independent woman, my grandmother was a true survivor.  And she taught us all so very much.  She was loving and generous in her own special way.  She cooked and baked and gardened and canned and planned. And we all gathered and grew and learned about life from her.  I have so many wonderful, treasured memories of the time spent with her and my cousins during the long, hot Georgia summers.  Her place, her being...she was a solace.  Not like soft cashmere, but more like warm wool.  

Today, I just want her to know that I miss her and I sincerely thank her for being my grandmother.  As a child, I desperately needed a place, a space, to feel safe and warm and protected.  She was that place.  And I will never, ever forget...I Love You, Dovie. Today and always.  




Sunday, March 16, 2014

Reclamation!


rec·la·ma·tion:   the act of returning something to a former, better state. 


SPRING is almost upon us...almost.  For those of us in the Midwest, she is much like a highly anticipated visitor we've been waiting to see for months, and her arrival continues to encounter delay after delay.  Nevertheless, she's close and for me, Spring is the perfect time for welcoming renewal, rejuvenation and another "R" word, reclamation.  

We live in a very busy and sometimes chaotic and stressful world.  There are timelines, and deadlines and waiting lines.  There are demands and deliverables that cannot be negotiated.   But in the midst of all the outside pressures, remember that you have the power to reclaim the significant pieces of your beautiful soul that seem to be scattered and lost.  As the March Full Moon occurs, remember to release what no longer serves you, and meditate on bringing your heart's true desire back into focus.  RECLAIM some time, RECLAIM so rest and relaxation, RECLAIM what you love to do ~ cooking, reading, photography, painting.  RECLAIM YOUR SOUL!  

“I will not die an unlived life.

I will not live in fear

of falling or catching fire.

I choose to inhabit my days,

to allow my living to open me,

to make me less afraid,

more accessible;

to loosen my heart

until it becomes a wing, 

a torch, a promise.

I choose to risk my significance,

to live so that which came to me as seed

goes to the next as blossom,

and that which came to me as blossom,

goes on as fruit.” 

~Dawna Markova~

"I Will Not Live an Unlived Life - Reclaiming Purpose and Passion"


Sunday, February 23, 2014

The Shades of a Woman


“Though fairy tales end after ten pages, our lives do not. We are multi-volume sets. In our lives, even though one episode amounts to a crash and burn, there is always another episode awaiting us and then another. There are always more opportunities to get it right, to fashion our lives in the ways we deserve to have them. Don't waste your time hating a failure. Failure is a greater teacher than success.” 

I've just finished re-reading this fantastic book, and was reminded, once again, about the ebbs and flows we, as women, experience during our lives.   We laugh and we cry; we feel like we are on top of the world, and just as quickly as we reach a pinnacle, we plummet back down to a crevasse.  For so long, I thought I was alone on this crazy journey of emotional ups and downs, seeking answers from all the wrong places.  Yes, I do not deny that depression is real, and must be addressed holistically.  But I'm speaking here about the normal, natural cycles that women experience from a very early age, and will continue to experience as she matures through life.  

One day, we are brilliant, bright hues of reds and oranges and yellows; passionate and expressive, overflowing with creativity and abundance of joy and love.  During this cycle, we immerse ourselves in loving and learning and playing.  Our muse is surrounding us, and we go with her, freely and fully.  These are the days we will not forget.  We don't want to forget; we'd live here forever if we could.  But then it happens.  A little gray sets in and the next thing you know, we are catapulted into a deep, dark place that feels so lonely and remote.  

During this cycle, we feel sad and empty, and seek solace from what feels like never ending drama and chaos.  We are bone tired; exhausted. We withdraw, and enter into our silence, where we ultimately get back in touch with our souls, which is where true healing takes place.   

We become grateful again, and just like the first daffodils peeking out of the cold earth as Spring slowly appears, we emerge with a softness and gentleness that only we can understand. Here, we weep because we are happy.  We embrace and live in the moments of simple pleasures like spoiling those we love.  This space is like a little piece of heaven on earth.  

You see, we are all kaleidoscopes of color and emotion, and it's okay to encompass ALL the hues of life.  It's a beautiful life and without the darker hues, we'd never realize the full brilliance of all those beautiful, bright, lovely colors.   

Just remember that you own your rainbow and 
you are the creator of your own masterpiece.  

Don't allow others to paint your canvas!  


Monday, February 3, 2014

Find Her!


She is in there, waiting to get out.  
Yes, that's her, your inner hippie, and she's light and free and happy.  
She's not concerned with making the rules or breaking the rules.
She just wants to BE.

She's the innocent child, the spirit that wants to fly.
She has learned that in order to truly be happy, 
she must practice the art of release and bittersweet goodbyes.

She not only stops to smell the roses,
she becomes the flower.
She flows like the river, and smells like gentle showers, in the Spring.

She is comfortable in her own skin, and doesn't hold onto chaos, or pain, or loss.
She chooses love and peace, instead of guilt and fear.  
She's one of the stars, and her light embraces all who are near her.

She is there, begging for you to notice her sweet, sweet soul.

~SC~
2014

Today, I hope you release the things that no longer serve you.  

PLAY
BE FREE
RELEASE and
SHINE YOUR BEAUTIFUL LIGHT!




Saturday, January 11, 2014

"Don't Go Back To Sleep"


“Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering 'it will be happier” 
~Alfred Tennyson~

Greetings to my beautiful, wonderful friends!  I must say, thank you, sincerely, for your continued support, encouragement and friendship. I won't spend time lamenting about my lack of blog posts during 2013 because...IT'S A NEW YEAR!  And I'm on to bigger and better things.  I finally feel like I"m emerging from a long, deep slumber.  A sleep filled with dreams of distraction, exhaustion and a "focus deficit".  

SO many things contribute to our ability to create, effectively.  It's my believe that creativity flows from and through Spirit, but we must be open and receptive to the flow.  Sometimes, the daily challenges of life block that process, if we allow it to do so.  Although I never stopped creating and moving forward during the past year, my process was definitely impacted by outside factors, none of which deserve the courtesy of a mention, because I've released them, softly and quietly.  And guess what...this year of now off to a GREAT start!  I've been met with so many positive changes, just within the first 2 weeks of 2014.  This year is already "happier".
Visit my new site!
For those of you who follow me, you know my website has been in flux for a long time now.  But I'm happy to announce that I've streamlined, and have decided to manage my products through "Big Cartel".  Finally, Liby Luly has a customer-friendly interface, which collaborates with Facebook and Pinterest.  For Facebook, the store is right on the page - just click the "Store" icon.  Please take a moment to visit the site.  I would LOVE your feedback.  This format allows me to quickly and easily add new products as they are born, and interact with you on a whole new level.  Look for new creations coming soon!

This is just ONE of the wonderful changes you will see for me and my business this year.  A blog giveaway is coming soon, so look for opportunities to win some one-of-a-kind creations from Liby Lula.

Thank you all, again, for being part of my life.  And HAPPY NEW YEAR to you and your family...

XOXO

My Best Friend!

Monday, March 25, 2013

Some Southern Sparkle...

SOME VINTAGE JEWELS FROM RECENT TREASURE HUNT
Yes M'aam, I'm a Southern Girl!  Born and raised.  Can you ever imagine then, where I get my LOVE for sparkling, shiny and decadent jewelry?  I have such fond memories of my Grandmother, and, of course, her jewelry box.  I would spend what seemed liked hours, trying on her "aurora borealis ear bobs",  and playing with her rhinestone chains. I will hold the magic of those moments in my most treasured memories forever.  

My love for this era has translated into modern and rich jewelry that can be worn today, and for years to come.  By integrating a piece of the past, a moment of history, into my designs, my fondest memories are captured within each special piece I create.  Each time I design something new with vintage elements, I'm instantly transported back to Georgia, and once again, I'm that little girl mesmerized by my Grandmother's shiny, sparkling jewels that, in my mind, are as priceless as diamonds...and so are these memories.

May your days be filled with Southern Sparkle!

Here are some new items in the works!  I've been busy, working on the "business" side of Liby Lula, but please stay tuned!  There are so many new and exciting things on the way, I can hardly wait to share them with y'all! 









Sunday, March 24, 2013

The Voice of Spirit


Sometimes, when Spirit speaks, it's very quiet and soft, like a gentle breeze.  Other times, it nudges you, a wee bit firmer, yet never rude or bothersome.  And sometimes, more often that we realize, the voice of Spirt speaks SO clearly to our hearts that it simply cannot and will not be ignored.  This is when we MUST, without hesitation, open our minds and our hearts to its call.  We know the voice, yet oftentimes, we get so busy in our daily routines that we ignore it.  But lately, I've been listening, and I must tell you, my heart is leaping!  A purpose, a calling, a reason...it's all coming together, piece by piece, bit by bit.  The ideas, the people, the "cause and effect" actions that have lifted me up recently, so much so that I've felt joy that is difficult to express.  

I urge you, this week, listen to your heart, with the intention of hearing the voice of Spirit.  What things, even seemingly insignificant, make you happy?  Is it giving someone a genuine compliment?  Is it paying for a cup of coffee for the person behind you?  Perhaps it's listening to a friend, truly listening, and walking away from the conversation knowing you've helped that person through a very difficult time.  These things...giving...without expectation of anything in return...this is when Spirit is most present.  And I promise, when you GIVE...you will RECEIVE, gifts so abundant and magical, you'll be in a state of awe and wonder.  Do things that make your heart leap, for Spirit wouldn't want it any other way!