For Daisy Productions, Limited

10/20/2017

I haven’t posted anything here since the last time I was cleaning out stuff... today it was Oliver’s drawer, and I found one of the For Daisy notebooks I had ordered to hand out to people to encourage them to “write their own story” - in his youthful handwriting and spelling I saw what he wrote in his. And as I sit here looking at it I kind of feel defeated. I just haven’t had the time/energy/ resources to dedicate to my mission of sharing hope through storytelling- even at a time when I personally could use it. Anyway - I guess what I will offer to you in this moment is this: If you’ve ever felt overwhelmed, exhausted, anxiety ridden, less than, failure, misunderstood, outcast, disillusioned or so tired you don’t have one drop of energy to put effort into something you deeply love - you’re not alone. You’re really, really not. Know that. I’m standing right there with you. If that can give you at least a small amount of hope - well, then I suppose my mission is advancing. All my love, hh

07/08/2017

I suppose you could say I'm busy unpacking dreams. I've carried these (now) empty boxes through three houses since 2014, and I'm just now unpacking them. When I started For Daisy Productions I got these caps for the people who shared their stories on video and bought the branded journals and pens to give to people and encourage them to write their own story... and they sat in boxes patiently waiting for me to find my way back Home so I could use them. Perhaps I'm ready?

07/05/2017

Blossom

07/02/2017

Sunrise in Fancy Farm, Kentucky - just couldn't let you miss it! 😘

05/13/2017

Happy Mothers Day!

05/07/2017

A neighbor put these signs out for people running the Flying Pig Marathon this morning... good reminder for us all this Sunday!

04/22/2017

I was so homesick - it inspired a blog post:
https://www.fordaisyproductions.com/single-post/2017/04/22/Growing-my-tiny-crop

You can take the girl out of Fancy Farm... ​ So I just came back from an Easter weekend home at my parent's house in God's country and I'm homesick. Not like I ...

04/20/2017

I wanted to hang something at the top of our stairway that leads to our bedrooms and my mom found the perfect piece of art at a store so close to my heart - The Good New Shoppe - near my hometown in Kentucky. Simple yet powerful - a carved piece of wood is my daily reminder of what is important. I need that reminder. As the stress of the day piles on me, by nightfall I tend to talk in a yell to the people I love most. When I turn the corner to walk up those stairs for the evening, I see Him... and my failure many times makes my eyes well. He knew I would fall. Each day He continues to lift me up. I was off of social media during lent - I thought it would give me more time to pray. As it turns out, it didn't - in fact, the disconnection had almost an opposite impact on my prayer. It was a lesson to me about how much we need deep connection to each other because we are all One. I wish you a joy-filled happy Easter.

04/17/2017

Happy Easter - after a lent of fasting from Facebook, I'm back on social media. Thanks for the new likes for the page to the members who recently joined!

02/15/2017

If you didn't receive flowers,
Or chocolate,
Or a card decorating your nightstand,

You are loved. Know that. Believe it.

It may not be the kind of love you can capture in a fancy restaurant on a selfie, but it is just as real.

You are a perfect creation designed by the Master Artist.

Tonight - if no one else has said it to you today - let me be the first to wish you a very happy Valentine's Day. From my heart to yours - hh

02/10/2017

So, I watched a viral video today that simply captured my entire attention, and by the end of it - tears were streaming down both cheeks. It was on the Facebook feed of one of my friends, and it featured a woman who was recording herself telling the story of how she had walked into a grocery store and passed a man who was homeless sitting inside. As she walked on into the store she felt like God was sending her a message to purchase food for this man, and He was very specific about what she should buy. The woman really wanted to buy the man a hot meal in addition to the other supplies she felt God was calling her to buy, specifically it was her wish to purchase him fried chicken - but God kept telling her not to buy the chicken. It was tormenting her. As she was leaving she presented the man with her gifts, and just as she was about to depart, another customer came up to the man after her - also bringing the man a gift: fried chicken. As she spoke, tears were flowing freely, and it was clear that she had experienced something revolutionary, and watching her - I did too. God speaks to us if we listen. Tonight I pray that my own ears remain open to hear my Master's voice so I can understand what gifts I need to present to my brothers and sisters. Not my will, but God's. Peace be with you. - hh

01/08/2017