backside of hand decorated wreath

Twisted Can be Beautiful

Welcome to my entry for the Weekly Photo Challenge, twisted.

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In our society, “twisted” seems to have gotten negative connotations. Sometimes this is obviously for good reasons.

But I believe that often we can find beauty and art in those objects or even life situations where things did not go as planned or turned out differently than we expected.

Sometimes we just have to make the best of what we’ve been given.

backside of hand decorated wreath

Hand-decorated wreath (backside).

I bought this cute, oval, grapevine wreath for a few dollars at a second-hand store. I then decorated it silk flowers and leaves I had left over from other projects. At first I thought that because I didn’t have any ribbon left from the larger wreath I had just finished at the time, I’d have to buy more for this wreath. But then I decided to use what I had and fashioned a design without the traditional use of ribbon or a bow. The twisted vines provide the perfect backdrop for my kitchen door wreath.

 

 

oval floral wreath on door

Proud of my pretty, economical decor.

 

I wrote more extensively about making something beautiful of our imperfections some time ago, and about using what you have as well.

Even twisted can be beautiful.

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shoe rack under windowsill with potted herbs

Place in the World

Today I’m trying something new. I’m participating in The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge. This week’s theme is Place in the World.

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Where do I belong? Where is my Place in the World?

My initial response is at home.

our shoes under kitchen window

…with my three tall, wonderful men,

cat and slippers

cat on chair pillow

…and my two boy kitties.

 

And although I love my home here in New England, I come from a neighbouring country.

coffee on car dash

Whenever I cross the border,

Canada US customs

…I feel a sense of relaxed belonging, even after twenty-plus years of living here in the US.

I still have family there, especially my parents, a 100-yr. old grandmother, and many close relatives and friends.

And on some vacations, if we keep driving north, we reach one of my favourite places on the earth, the Algonquin Park area. It’s a place shared by my original family and the one I’m part of now with my own husband and sons. We still meet here together with my parents and sister’s family and make new memories to add to those collected over the years.

We stay in cabins and soak in the beauty of nature for a week…

cottage dock at Oxtongue Lake

…relaxing,

Oxtongue Lake rowboat and neighbour cottage dock

…having fun together,

Oxtongue Lake evening canoe ride

…admiring the tranquility of God’s grande creation.

So if you ask me where I belong, I will tell you that these places inspire feelings of familiarity, comfort and peace.

But the greatest thing that unites them all is my family.

They are my place in the world.

Place in the World

Family plaque and photo

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