This month's mix is probably best listened to on Shuffle. It truly is a mix! It's got songs that remind me of high school, songs that take me back to college, and songs that I keep finding myself turning on when I'm running the kids to school…
Each Spring and Fall, I take the two hour drive from my home in Little Rock, Arkansas out to the Ouachita Mountains to dig up the quartz and quartz crystals that I'll be using for my jewelry in those coming months. The adventure never disappoints!
Do you remember when you were a kid and maybe you were asked to pick up a bunch of small toys and take them back to your room? As a kid, for me at least, one of the most efficient ways to quickly execute this chore was to hold out the bottom of my shirt to create a makeshift basket, pile everything into my shirt, and then carry it all back to my room in one fell swoop.
Too often, I think we picture a balanced rhythm as something continuous and consistent — no ebbing or flowing. It’s easy to think that for there to be balance there must not be anything lacking. However, dormant seasons, when certain resources are lacking, are in fact necessary for fruitful seasons...
This month, the music I've been listening to is what I consider perfect for sitting on the porch and watching a lightening storm roll in, or swinging in a hammock under a warm sun and a cool breeze. As warmer days creep in, I hope you'll find this mix to be a great soundtrack to those days spent outside.
During the first two or three months of each year, I start brainstorming my spring line of pieces. I may release a brand new full line or just a few new products. But let me tell you, my creative process can feel like such a struggle...
The question I get most often when someone asks for my handle and I let them know I’m not on social media is, “What! Why?” That question is usually very quickly followed by this question, “But how do you run your business if you don’t have social media?” Read more.
When I think about Valentine’s Day, I’ll admit that even now, at 30, I can distinctly remember that feeling of nervousness and excitement when I would sit in school, anxiously awaiting a Student Council member to visit our classroom and hand out candy-grams and carnations...
...I can safely say that the condition of the Quartz I use in my jewelry is a direct result from the conditions they were formed in. I think it is also safe to say that in life our own conditions are a result of the conditions we grow up in or choose to surround ourselves in...
Today, I would like to honor the stand that Dr. King took 55 years ago when he called our country to action, not gradualism, to be a soul force against physical force, and that if we are to judge each other at all, that it would be by the content of character rather than the color of skin.
Every year I struggle with the pressure that January 1st brings. Everyone’s making resolutions, setting goals and making plans. Perhaps it’s just my innate tendency to buck the system or challenge the status quo, but I loathe the pressure and expectation that 01.01 brings...
We need the Word of God. We need scripture, and we need to know what the Bible says. Because when it comes down to it, that's the only thing that is going to save you when the lies start pouring into your ears. Remembering what God says about your will always trump what the world says about you, but in order to see through the facade, we need to know the truth.
Since beginning my first semester of School of Ministry with my church, I’ve felt like a new person. I understand the Bible better than I ever have. I’ve learned more. I’ve grown more. I’ve loved more. At the base of it all, I’ve found that the Word of God is the greatest gift in my life. I hold the key to eternal life in my physical hands, and I can live on it.*
I walk into the bedroom that my 4 year old and 3 year old share, sit down in a cluttered rocking chair and quietly begin to cry.
Scattered blocks across the floor are fallen evidence of imaginary places and victorious conquests. Tossed costumes and strewn stuffed animals are affirmations of an exciting plot with a fantastic audience.
When I was a little girl, I had a toy purse shaped like a fluffy white cat.
It was my favorite toy. It made me feel so grown up like my mommy, carrying it in the crook of my arm. I filled it with little trinkets like broken sunglasses, forgotten pennies, and pretty rocks I found on the playground. With every somewhat worthless trinket I found, the heavier my little kitty became. My mom would warn me not to take it when we went out to run errands. She would say, “I don’t want your arm to get tired. I’ll end up carrying it for you,” and, “It’s better if you leave it here. There is nothing in that purse that you really need.”
I will not yield to being overwhelmed. When I do, I become paralyzed and ineffective. Being overwhelmed starts in my head and produces a full body affect of stress, anxiety, worry, fear, and panic in my days. What is the root of it?
There seems to be this misconception that everything done in the name of good intentions is a direct connection to God. Unfortunately, though this would make discernment a heck of a lot easier, understanding the will of God is a lot harder than saying yes to the thing that sounds the most “Christian-y.” But if it really were that easy, why would we need God?
True Story. It is February in Arkansas and nearly everything is in bloom. Daffodils have sprung, trees are covered in pink flowers, and the Bradford Pears have blossomed and are proudly emitting their unique stench.
Seriously, it astounds me every time I pass one that they can be so beautiful yet smell so bad.
Yesterday, we loaded up our family for a quick trip 30min. north to visit...
Yesterday, I woke up with the burning desire to sell my every possession, cancel the lease on my apartment, quit my job, and do something incredible. Needless to say, I got out of bed, threw on some clothes, and went to work. Anti-climactic, right? Yes, I am a bit less impulsive when it comes to major life decisions. But, if it’s any consolation, I did purge my over-stuffed closet quite a bit.
When I was in high school, math was never my friend. Let’s be honest here, outside of English, there weren’t many subjects with whom I was on good terms. Usually I would find my groove and figure things out, but there was one subject that always seemed to trip me up: math. Even to this day, I need a calculator to figure out my tip. My name is Rose Dudley, and I am a guesstimator.