From Chaos Comes Happiness

I'm ready. I know many of you are, too. Good-bye 2011. I sat this morning and made up my little photo collage of the past year. I like to do this at the end of the year, sort of like putting a nice little bow on the year that was, and tuck it away for a while to let those memories simmer for a bit. In my mind, I'm welcoming the New Year with open arms . . . ready for it to take me in whichever direction it chooses. But I have to admit, as I look back at the photos of 2011 . . . I had one incredible year. Really. Absolutely incredible. Colorful, wasn't it? I like that. Color. It surrounded us this year. What a blessing. From banana suits, to meeting my dear blog friend Kiki,  it was a year of smiles. From quiet moments in my car, to vacations to New Orleans and Disney World, it was a year of adventures. From celebrating a Royal Wedding, to watching the birth of three baby birds, it was a year of watching as life unfolds around us. From duck tape purses, t

I'm finding myself again. Little by little, small pieces of me are coming back. Finally. I've been gone for a while. A few weeks, at least. Burned out. Unplugged. Drained. Every ounce of energy that once was mine had left me. I felt it. In my very soul. But, this very day . . . I feel it coming back. I threw myself into my business and my art the past few months . . . and took little time, if any, to slow down and breathe. It caught up with me. Periods of total exhaustion and emotional emptiness took over. And I shut down. This past week, I found our couch . . . and that, along with some wonderful movies (It's a Wonderful Life, The Bishops Wife, Sherlock Holmes, Gypsy, and Little Women) have pulled me away from all of the worry and the over analyzing. God Bless my PG, he has been picking up in my mental and physical absence; doing laundry, washing dishes, parenting, everything. I'm not totally sure he understands what has been going on in my mind, but I sure am grat

We're getting close, my friends. Time to look ahead to the New Year with one word. Yes, I'm talking about that Word of the Year! I'm thinking about it again. Wondering what my focus is going to be for 2012. The idea originates from Scrapbook extraordinaire Ali Edwards , who reminds us that, "One little word can have big meaning in your life if you allow yourself to be open to the possibilities." In 2008 , I wanted Peace . I looked hard for it. I took deep breaths often throughout my days, and I found it. I meditated. I prayed. I tried to live with Peace in my heart, and put peaceful energy into relationships that needed it. It was a wonderful word for that year. In 2009 , I sought Balance . I needed it, bad. With a husband whose job required him to travel more and more, I felt like I was drowning between home and my own work, between being a Mom and being Me. I needed it to stop. I needed to focus. I needed balance. I said “no” to more things, and I said “yes”

Much Love and Peace, Leanne

On Sunday, I shared my " I will . . . List" with you. The very " I will . . . List" that would soon become the outline of the next 12 months of my life, and probably many months thereafter. I will . . . Right now, I'm feeling like I'm moving in slow motion. An opportunity has surfaced since that very post, that would change my " I will . . . List" And I feel like I'm moving in slow motion right now until some sort of sign from the Big Guy upstairs comes my way, telling me what I should do. It would be so great if life happened that way, wouldn't it? If a simple telegram would arrive from Mr. G (that would be God, of course) telling me:    I understand you need guidance STOP My office is instructed to wire you all the guidance you need this very minute STOP Hee-haw and Merry Christmas STOP Mister G Oh, wouldn't it be wonderful to receive a telegram like that? STOP But, alas, that only happens in the movies. A possible

In a few short weeks . . . I will have the courage to start again. I will be braver. Stronger. More determined than before. I will paint something new. Many things, actually. I already see them in my mind, soon I will bring them to life. I will return to my blog, this place that has always housed my truest self, and I will fill it with dreams and possibilities. I will write more from my heart . . . like I used to, not so long ago. I will inspire. I will motivate. I will do the things that make me feel good. I will believe. I will listen. I will support. I will encourage. I will begin something new. I will  read your words, grow through your stories, and let you know that I am doing so. I will find my passion once again. I will listen to those quiet whispers in my heart . . . and keep moving forward. 2011, you've been quite good to me. But 2012 . . . oh, I've got some plans for us. It's going to be wonderful. I will never

  Image from Disney's "A Christmas Carol" starring Jim Carrey Feeling a little . . . blah today. Feeling tired. Unmotivated. Uncertain. Feeling like Ebenezer himself gobbled up my cheery soul.  BAH-HUMBUG! I think it's from lack of sleep. While we had a rather exciting weekend (which I shared with you on yesterdays "Magnificent Monday Vlog"), I spent two days last week caring for little Ella, who came down with a 24 bug, and was once again woken at 2:30am THIS morning by Katie, who seems to fighting a bug of her own now. I'm going on with about 3 and 1/2 hours of sleep right now. Oh, lack of sleep is a terrible thing. And with that, comes feelings of poopiness. Those of you who know me, know that I am just about the cheeriest person this time of year. I am usually glowing with Christmas Spirit and fill most of my December days with the jolliest of activities. For the past three years, I have captured all of these holly-jo

What a fast week that one was! Congratulations, again, to Yenta Mary . . . the winner of last weeks give away! I've got two really fun stories that I'm sharing on this weeks Vlog, so I hope you stick around and watch them. I'm fairly sure they'll leave you with a smile! Have a wonderful week, dear friends. I'll be back soon with more!!! Peace!

So, did I ever tell you about the amazing Tina from Knitting Contessa , whom I met in September at The Creative Connection Event? No?  Oh, how could that be?  Tina . . . she's a gem, I tell you. I remember when I first saw her walking into one of the sessions . . . she had the most beautiful knitted scarf draped over her shoulders as if Tim Gunn himself placed it there. Only later did I learn that she, herself, knitted the scarf. Yes, she is a gem. She's as lovely as Paula Deen, and even craftier than Martha Stewart. Well . . . she's just about the next best thing to sliced bread. Really. I searched and searched through my photos from TCC, praying to find a picture of Tina to share with you. I found not a one. I did find, however, what I am certain is a photo of the dessert waiting on our table during, what I am sure, the meal I ate while sitting next to Tina . . . does this count? (I'm sure there were all sorts of grammatical errors in that sentence . . . bu

Oh, dear. Oh, me. Oh, my. I had a moment. You know. An ugly Mom moment. And while I'm sure that Halloween passed us by well over a month ago, I swear my head spun around and some green stuff flew out of my mouth. What brought it on? My children, of course. Well, not them . . . directly. More like, their actions. Well, not their actions . . . directly. More like, the mess they left in the basement. And the family room. And the living room. Oh, and the hall way. Yep. They were everywhere. And I could tell, you see, from the mess. I love these children. I really do. But 30 minutes before three mothers from the "Room Mom" group were expected at our home, I lost my cool. Yep, I did. Then, I had an epiphany. A realization, you see. That . . . I am not perfect. Who cares if the house wasn't "perfect". I am NOT perfect. Nope. I'm not. I'm actually far from it. My house? Nope. It's not perfect, either. And it's ok. All of it. Becau

Wow . . . what an exciting time of year! Like all weeks, I've got lots of great things to share with you . . . lots of lessons learned this past week . . . lots of things to think about as the holiday season is upon us. Do you have your coffee (or tea) in hand? Pull up a chair . . . it's time to chat . . . Now . . . leave me a comment below, so you can win THIS pendant . . . I'd love for YOU to have it in your lovely hands as soon as possible! SO, leave a comment TODAY! (The winner will be drawn and announced on THURSDAY, December 8th!) Tweet it, facebook it, tell your friends to leave a comment on THIS POST to be entered!  Have a Magnificent Day! 

Just a quick hello and announcement . . . . We are off on an adventure that I can't wait to tell you all about. Just a day or two. But it will delay my Magnificent Monday Vlog tomorrow (sniff sniff!)!  So, please come back and have a cup of coffee with me on TUESDAY this week!!! Have much to share with you, as always!!!! Happy Holidays, friends!!! Be back tomorrow!!!! p.s. All Ornaments ON SALE NOW for $5!!!!! Pick one up while you can!!!! :)

A boy I went to grade school with passed away last week. I haven't seen him in 25 years, at least. But his memory is haunting me these days. In my mind, I see the young 11 year old boy just as I remember him. He is sitting behind his desk, wearing his Catholic school uniform of yellow shirt and brown pants, and he is laughing. In my memory, I am sitting across from him. And I am laughing, too, at something he has just said. He was that type, you know. Always saying something to make someone laugh. It's as clear as day. He was 41 years old. I don't know how he died. All I know is that he is gone. And it is bothering me. Terribly. Like most things in life, I have to write about it. It seems to be the only way I can work it out. You see, I can't help but wonder about his life the past 25 years since I last saw him. We weren't particularly close. As I mentioned, I haven't seen him in about 25 years. But I remember him. So clearly. He was a nice guy. Really