Ressie's corner/Sunset with God
I've been taking photo tips from SloMo, what do y'all think? I know we all agree, that girl has the eye. If I have SloMo's approval, I feel good about it J
The above picture's title is simply, "Ressie's corner." Ressie is my aunt, the one I talked about in one of my Christmas entries. Ressie is one of my positive influences, like SloMo, Trish and I talked about on Saturday. The reason I have named it, Ressie's corner is because everything you see there on my nightstand was a gift from Ressie, with exception of my Rosary beads, which were a gift from a dear Catholic friend. I see Paul's beads there too, hanging beside my lamp. The lamp, also a gift from Ressie. Many times I have thought, surely there was some mix up~Ressie was really my mother. I guess that wasnt meant to be, for I really love my mother, and although I am quite quirky, she helped mold me into me. Love me or Hate me, I say.
Do you notice the book on top of my pile of books that I am reading? Ressie bought that, and all of the others, except for the one on the bottom, which was a Christmas gift to myself last year, a collection of short stories by Louisa May Alcott. Ressie buys me a book every Christmas and usually for my birthday. We share the same taste in books. Some books, we simply love for the beauty of the cover. And they say you can't judge a book by the cover! I beg to differ. Last night I was reading, Sunset with God, which has a Bible scripture before each story. I like that, scripture and story on the same page. As I closed the book, I noticed on the cover of the book it says "Sunset with God. Meditations to end you day God's way". It has a picture of a porch, overlooking the ocean, with the sun setting on the horizon, an empty reading chair, beside that on a table-a journal and pen, a glass and pitcher of iced tea (the drink of the south) a fern dangling from the ceiling of the porch. The only thing missing, was me, sitting in that chair. I must admit, I studied the cover of this book more intense than the story I'd just read. I felt as though that empty chair was waiting for me. I was able to put the book down, forget about life's problems that I can't control anyway, and drifted into a sleep feeling a peace that I didn't feel before. The objects you see on my nightstand are very important to me. They comfort me.
What would I find on your bedside table?