Creativity is a gift that shines brighter than any diamond I have ever seen.  I was leaving a comment on a friend's social media post when I stumbled upon this lyrically blessed genius.  His response was far from ordinary and I knew he had a story to be told.  Rhythmic, poetic, musically inclined, and gifted.  I am excited to share his story with all of you, so without further delay, I introduce, Verso Turner! 

◆ How are you doing on this amazing day?
I'm great, but communicate better in rhyme
so I'll answer every question as a poem of mine
ya see, we all gotta talk the way that God had us designed
instead of formulating sentences... this poem is mines

◆ Writers are known for having thoughts at any given time.  When do you have your best ideas?
After I meditate, or listen to music
or talk to my spouse, she is someone I can muse wit
or any day that I pray and speak to that higher power
writing now takes a minute when it used to take an hour

◆ If you had to give a title to the blueprint of your life, what would it be called?
Life Path No. 9

So, I have these notions to jump into projects around the house.  It's in my nature and I cannot stop the thoughts once they enter any portion of my brain.  On Friday, I decided it was time to get into the backyard and spruce it up a bit.  What started as a small project in my mind turned into a full-on outdoor fresh event.  If you have ever done any form of yard work then you realize outdoor fresh is nothing nice. 😷

Day 1:  Pulled weeds.  Cleared my area and started putting down my border.  My sister cut down weeds growing through my fence while my brother cleaned my gutters.  A true family affair.  As the sun continued to blaze down on me I felt even more determined to get it done.  My progress seemed to be light considering I had been outside for 8 hours straight.  At the end of day 1, I counted no less than 15 mosquito bites.  Oh, this is going to be so much fun said no one ever!

Day 2:  The weed pulling frenzy continues and my vision is crystal clear.  I know exactly what I want to do and just how I want it to look.  The only problem, I need to return to Home Depot and Lowes for more stuff.  As if digging in the dirt was not enough I'll just grill as well because who doesn't like to feel completely exhausted by the end of the day. 🙄​

Determined to tackle the glorious pile of sticks the previous owners left for me I had choice words for them that I am sure are illegal somewhere.  Mom says it must have been a fire pit.  In the pile, I found a single sock, a hot wheels car, and an old screen.  My idea of a beautiful and serene fire pit is a bit different, so please stay tuned.

The more I pulled and cleared, the better it started to look.  And then Sammie the Snake appears.  I run and scream for my whole entire life and retreat to the safety of my deck.  My blood-curdling scream should have cleared any rodent, critter, or insect within a 20-mile radius, so I returned to finish what I started.  While my family thought I was certifiably insane for wearing boots in close to 90-degree weather, my handy dandy outdoor, weed pulling, yard boots were right on time.  

Not letting a silly slinky snake stop my flow so back to it I go.  About 5 1/2 hours later.  Many breaks and stops in between I finished one side of my project, which by the way I absolutely love.  While there are mosquito bites covering most of my body, I can stand outside and admire my work while scratching the skin off of my limbs, but hey, it was all worth it.  

The best thing I found of the previous owners was a small piece of white chalk.  I wasn't quite sure if that's what it was at first.  Quick sniff test and it was confirmed.  Hey, don't judge me.  I already had it in my hand so the damage was potentially done.  It made me smile and brought back the kid in me.  Proof of that is in the first pic above.  Nothing but love and blessings as I enter into home ownership chronicles...day 71. 🏡

​~AJ

Here I go again.  My absolute favorite day of the week!  I literally bounce out of bed with an extra pep in my step.  I sing a few lyrics of a song I made up in my head and talk to my kitties while they stare at me the same as they do every single morning.  A bit of Groundhog Day vibes but I'm not really complaining because today is 'that' day!  The day that puts an end to the boring mundane repetitive tasks that haunt me Monday through Friday.  I work a 9-5 all week so it's the glorious beginning to the end of the same ole same, the thought of possibilities for the weekend, the planned get-togethers with friends or the idea of doing absolutely nothing.  

If I have ever told you I didn't plan my weekends, just know I was lying.  Kinda in the category of little white lies so please don't hold it against me.  My plans for this weekend ahead include a bit of yard work, firing up the grill, and family time.  I also have a room to paint, a library to get together, and a few boxes to unpack.  However, if I do too much I will find myself knocking on Sunday evening's door and mad at myself for not getting in enough woosah time.  

I've had this on and off again love affair with Friday since the last time I claimed it was the one and true love of my life.  We just go together so well, no talking back, and consistently giving me exactly what I need.  It's that type of energy I long for each and every day.  I've said that any day can feel this way, but I would be lying to myself and to all of you so I refuse to fill you with those tall tales.  I can't help but wonder why every day can't be Friday.  From now until the end of Neveruary I will always and forever be living for this day.   

The thought of sleeping in during the weekend sounds very appealing, however, I just can't seem to do it.   I feel as if I am missing out on something so up I rise at the crack of dawn when half of the world is fast asleep.  And what if the plans I made never happen and something better comes along?  Sounds like a good weekend ahead, simple as hot buttered toast with a side of crispy bacon accompanied by a cup of hot black coffee on a Sunday morning.  Which reminds me to add all of that to my grocery list.  But hey, feel free to check in with me on Monday and I'll let you know if any of what I planned actually happened.

The older I grow the more important it has become to make the time count.  Filling my days with things, people, and experiences that make my soul happy.  As the years continue to go by I will continue to be thankful for this day because it's quite simply my favorite of them all.

~AJ

The time is just past 6 a.m.  As I scroll through the internet with one eye open while the other adjusts, my current obsession is finding the perfectly scented hand soap for my master bathroom.  Why, because I'm a huge scent freak and googling weird things at odd hours is simply what I do.  My mind never stops, the wheels in my brain turn faster than a hamster chasing his long-lost love on a never ending wheel of doom.  

My days have been running together in no proper fashion for the past six months.  A full on collision of mayhem and boxes.  The two go together like popcorn and fried eggs.  And yet there is someone somewhere eating that very weird combination as I type this.  I've had quite the adventure with my new home and decided to summarize things in chronological order for my friends on Facebook.  Today I will share my story here, with all of you to raise an eyebrow at me, call me crazy, laugh with me, or at me.  At the end of my story, if for any reason you feel sorry for me, yes I will accept your generous donations.  😇
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We all know there are certain things best served in moderation, maybe small doses, and perhaps not at all.  However, we indulge anyway.  Determined to believe if no one sees you that it really doesn't count as a 'bad thing'.  Taking it a step further by convincing yourself that it won't hurt if it's just this one time.  The problem with that theory is, once is typically never enough, especially if it feels good while you are doing it.  

There are daily reminders all around us of the things we shouldn't say, do, or feel, so I dare not bore you with any more of that.  I am here to remind you of all the good things and just how wonderfully splendid and magical they are.  

This picture is a refrigerator magnet I have had for years.  I see it every single day and always smile at the words and how they make me feel.  I've spent the better part of my young adult years learning that it doesn't have to be the biggest and boldest to be the greatest and most memorable.   It's the journey and joy in all of it for me.  

This list is guaranteed to put a smile on your face.  I know because I have done them all.  So, whatever your 'good thing' is, do it till you satisfied.  
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​~AJ 💫

The year is flying by!  Although we are still enjoying what is left of the summer months, fall is quickly approaching.  If you blink twice it will all become a blur and your mind will begin to wonder why it all went by so fast.  Preparations have begun to return the children to school, either virtually or from the comforts of home, it's familiar normalcy that strangely enough feels fantastic.  It's what you know.  Also known as the 'same ole same'.  The day-to-day routines become so insanely repetitive you could easily do it all with your eyes closed while juggling a multitude of responsibilities.  Is that really a good thing?  Well, honestly, it depends on which day you ask that loaded question.

As comforting as your routine has become, there is something that doesn't feel quite right.  It's typically during the quiet times when you can sit back and exhale that you realize it has been far too long since you and your significant other have truly taken time to enjoy one another.  The morning meet-ups in the shower, the warm kisses before you both leave to start your day and the ever so gentle (or not) squeezes that make you bite your lip and prep for what is to come later.  The mid-day texts telling you how beautiful you looked even when you know your hair was a whole entire hot mess.  The sweet and sexy voice messages you left him while he was in a meeting.  Yeah, all of that and then some.  Where did it all go and how do you find it again?   Let's see if we can find out!

If you know anything about me, you know how much I love every single aspect of gardening.  With the exception of a few insects here and there, however, that is par for the course.  It's an acquired taste.  Gardening that is.  With it comes a natural endorphin releasing, stress relieving, and therapeutic hobby that will either leave you vowing to never attempt to plant again or will ignite a passion within you that will become both addictive and unstoppable.  On a scale of things that are healthy addictions, this is without question, one of them.

Do you like playing in the dirt?  Or are you afraid to get your hands dirty?  Well, grab a pair of cute garden gloves or get down and dirty with it and feel the earth between your fingers.  The choice is all yours my friends.  ​
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What a great day it was to spend a bit of time stepping into the mind of Bryan Stubbles.   We met in the bizarre, fun, and often times insane world of Twitter.  Since then, I have been amazed, inspired, and encouraged by his gift of creativity and his sincere support within the writing community.  An accomplished playwright, and an amazingly talented writer with an infectious personality to match.  It's safe to say, I am a fan.  Take a peek at what he has to say and I'm sure you will be too!   

◆ How are you doing on this amazing day?
Pretty good. Thanks for asking. 

◆ Writers are known for having thoughts at any given time.  When do you have your best ideas?
When I’m not too burdened with real-life responsibilities. 

◆ If you had to give a title to the blueprint of your life, what would it be called?
The Case of the Missing Blueprint

◆ Do you remember the first time you brought ink to paper?
Kind of. I remember drawing a comic strip about a mouse traveling down a river when I was like 6. I may have written stuff earlier, but this is what I remember. ​

◆ Other than writing, tell us what else you love that gets your heart pumping.
A wee bit of everything. History, music, theatre, film, languages, cooking, exploring, volunteering...pretty much anything involving creativity and/or helping others. An office drone job would stop my heart from pumping and that would be sad. 

◆ The writing community is a huge network of authors, creators and so much more, do you ever feel pressured to perform based on what others are doing?
No. I love seeing other people’s success, too. We are in the same boat. 

◆ Have you ever googled yourself?
Yes. And I think I’ve googled you, too (gasp!).

I am currently in the middle of a packing frenzy as I prepare to move across the states and get accustomed to new surroundings, new people, and new things.  As challenging as I know it will be, I truly enjoy the hustle and bustle of it all.  I have moved more times than I can count on both hands, and the reason has always been because I enjoy the feeling of re-inventing myself.  Designing new space and creating something magical is quite exciting.  The process of going through closets and drawers allows a moment of reminiscing, followed by sincere smiles.  A picture tucked away, an article of clothing that I wore to a memorable event, or maybe even special greeting cards I received over the years.  There are some things I find necessary to discard, and some that will forever have a place in my life wherever my next destination takes me.

Less is more...so they say.  Who 'they' is I may never know, however, I am sure you have heard the saying before.  Having never been successful at implementing the idea behind it, I incorporated a habit of going with the flow and taking it from there until I realized change is not something I need to be afraid of.

Imagine how cluttered your home would be if you held on to every single article of clothing, all the electronics you have ever purchased, or perhaps all the cars you have owned over the course of twenty years or more.  Living this way can at times cause a great deal of frustration, and insurmountable stress which will create an even larger obstacle to overcome.  Sometimes it warrants removing certain elements, things, and even people from your life to allow a new and enhanced way of living.
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She's an award-winning, published, and produced writer, author, performer, educator, comedian, accomplished playwright, and the list continues on.  Her dedication to the fight for social justice is heard and seen while making sure you laugh along the way.  Lucy knows the importance of reaching the younger creative minds and spends time writing to inspire and lift the youth to new heights.  It goes without saying, Lucy is an amazingly spectacular creative soul and one to watch!  By all means, see for yourself...

◆ How are you doing on this amazing day?
It's a glorious day, full of possibilities.  The sun is shining, I've fueled up on two cups of coffee and I get to speak with you.

◆ Writers are known for having thoughts at any given time.  When do you have your best ideas?
Pre-Covid, my best ideas often came to me at the gym during my workouts.  That fact kept me motivated and fit.  These days I find my best ideas come to me when I step away from the desk and go outside.  Go for a walk, garden, explore.   

◆ If you had to give a title to the blueprint of your life, what would it be called?
Resilience, sung to the tune of "Tradition" from the musical Fiddler on the Roof.

◆ Do you remember the first time you brought ink to paper?
I can't remember the exact date, but I know it was early. I grew up in a household where children were seen, not heard.  I discovered I had a voice through writing, and it was my big secret superpower.  I do recall one of my first stories was about a girl with supernatural abilities which I enacted with a blue globe agapanthus as my scepter.  

◆ Other than writing, tell us what else you love that gets your heart pumping.
Playing the piano.  Dinner with friends.  Traveling.   
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