Renew My Home: Found Treasure: some of my favorite things from Junk Market under Glass, Long Lake, Minnesota, September 2011

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Found Treasure: some of my favorite things from Junk Market under Glass, Long Lake, Minnesota, September 2011

A box, a can, some metal and architectural pieces.

I worked at Gretchen's booth (Mimi-Toria's) at Junk Market under Glass in Long Lake. The pieces in this picture sold right away. She uses vintage elements to create wearable art.

A stenciled pillow from J. Hill designs.

This was my
favorite furniture booth at both of the recent shows. Histories (Lee and Tracie from Wisconsin) rebuild old farm and industrial objects. The lamps look like something out of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. They make me happy.

Caractacus Potts strikes again. (lamp by Lee and Tracie Anderson, steampunkindustries.com)

A stunning example of junk-turned-art. These old gears are hauled out of obscurity, polished and mounted, and displayed as sculpture. (pieces by steampunkindustries.com)

My sole purchase at the show. You could call it my "soul purchase." I've been looking for this book the last 20 years. I doubt I can get my college-age sons to sit on the sofa with me and listen to these poems......but now I have the book, so I can borrow some little nieces and nephews. They will love poetry, they will, they will.

A gift for my friends: a poem for summer's end. (by Robert Louis Stevenson)

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JamieNovember 21, 2012 at 7:10 AM
My girls LOVE that poem!

And I love, "They will love poetry, they will, they will." I'm feeding my kids a steady diet of poetry, and I think it's working! :)
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Hush

"Can we say 'Hush' to ourselves? Can we command our thoughts? I believe we can. God has given us the power to close the shutter of our minds upon hurtful, weakening thoughts. He has provided all manner of shutters. A book that swings us off ourselves and into another world is a very good shutter; a song set to music; beauty; the dear love of those who love us. Above all, there is this: look at Calvary. Look steadfastly. Take time to look and all within you will be hushed, for power streams forth from Calvary. We need never know defeat." (Amy Carmichael)

A Prayer (Not by Joel Osteen)

"Take from me, Oh Lord, that self-pity which love of myself so readily produces, and from the frustration of not succeeding in the world as I would naturally desire, for these have no regard for your glory. Rather, create in me a sorrow that is conformable to Your own. Let my pains rather express the happy condition of my conversion and salvation. Let me no longer wish for health or life, but to spend it and end it for You, with You, and in You. I pray neither for health nor sickness, life nor death. Rather I pray that you will dispose of my health, my sickness, my life, and my death, as for Your glory, for my salvation, for the usefulness to Your church and Your saints, among whom I hope to be numbered. You alone know what is expedient for me. You are the Sovereign Master. Do whatever pleases You. Give me or take away from me. Conform my will to Yours, and grant that with a humble and perfect submission, and in holy confidence, I may dispose myself utterly to You. May I receive the orders of Your everlasting provident care. May I equally adore whatever proceeds from You."
-Blaise Pascal

Solitude

by Henri Nouwen

We enter into solitude first of all to meet our Lord and to be with him and him alone.
Our primary task in solitude, therefore, is not to pay attention to the many faces which assail us, but to keep the eyes of our mind and heart on him who is our divine savior.
Only in the context of grace can we face our sin;
only in the place of healing do we dare to show our wounds;
only with a single-minded attention to Christ can we give up our clinging fears and face our own true nature.
As we come to realize that it is not we who live, but Christ who lives in us, that he is our true self, we can slowly let our compulsions melt away and begin to experience the freedom of the children of God.

A Meditation

by Henri Nouwen

To listen is very hard, because it asks of us so much interior stability that we no longer need to prove ourselves by speeches, arguments, statements, or declarations. True listeners no longer have an inner need to make their presence known. They are free to receive, to welcome, to accept. Listening is much more than allowing another to talk while waiting for a chance to respond. Listening is paying full attention to others and welcoming them into our very beings. The beauty of listening is that, those who are listened to start feeling accepted, start taking their words more seriously and discovering their own true selves. Listening is a form of spiritual hospitality by which you invite strangers to become friends, to get to know their inner selves more fully, and even dare to be silent with you.