Wednesday, August 28, 2013



There’s a certain sense of grace in old images—those beautiful, old Victorian etchings that I love so much…graciousness from a bygone era that seems to be so lacking in the world today…


There’s a beautiful grace to the little kindnesses we do for each other every day.  A smile.  The gentle tone of your voice.  Holding a hand that needs holding.  Helping someone who carries a heavy burden…just a little thing for us, perhaps—but to others, it is a great thing, indeed.


There’s a graciousness in kind words…telling someone you care for them.  That they’re just right


There’s a beautiful grace to be found in our homes…no matter how big or how small, home is home.  And there’s no place like it.

DSC04042_edited-1 {vintage flash cards used as flaps to reveal further journaling}


There’s a graciousness to old things kept through the years…things to be loved and cherished once again, and used in ways, perhaps, not thought of when they were first made…

DSC04048_edited-1 {pages from magazines ripped and used—those used in this post became inspiration rather than merely background}


And one of the loveliest graces of all—my very own.  My youngest daughter…named for the gracefulness that she personifies…Anna Grace-- her 17th birthday just celebrated.

Hard for this mother to believe…

Annie, Aug. 20, 2013_edited-1 {taken in an old courtyard in beautiful Monterey}

Wishing you a day filled with beauty and grace.


1 comment:

  1. Oh Julie, your pages are always such an inspiration. I've been taking one of Hope's online courses, learning to journal, and loving it. Just signed up tonight for her Layers of Thoughts, and can't wait to dive in! I hope to one day be as good at it as you and Hope. Hugs!