In doing research for the retreat, I learned that the Gerber daisy symbolizes cheerfulness and joy, and the color pink symbolizes - in the Christian sense, joy and happiness. The theme I choose was "No One Can Take Away Your Joy". In the spring of 2010 I was asked to lead a women's spiritual life retreat. The pink Gerber daisy has a special meaning for me. Many people have asked me how I came up with the name - Serenity Lane, and the significance of the pink Gerber daisy. I also love to craft with papers, and a few years ago my husband bought me a Cricut for Christmas and my love for vinyl and more paper crafts took off from there. Eventually I began stamping other items, like tiles and candles.
I began making handmade cards, and scrapbook pages. As I mentioned, I've always loved to craft, but while living in that house, my love for rubber stamps began. We used to live on a road called Serenity Lane, and I always thought that was such a quaint and cute name. I started Serenity Lane officially July 1, 2011, but the idea had always been in my head. The medium of the projects has changed some over the years, and I like to try new things. I have been crafting and creating for easily 20 years. My name is Diane, and I am the sole-owner and creator behind Serenity Lane. Have passed beyond reliving, I cannot think.Welcome to Serenity Lane Designs. Was something beautiful and new and strange.Ī scene like that, when times I would remember In the chaff- strewn light of the stable lantern Just lying thereĪs calm as a new dropped calf. The man was standingĪs you are now, his hand smoothing that boardĪ child was lying. Or told the floor their troubles, I came out here But when trade slackened,Īnd all our guests had sung themselves to bed I would have let them inĭespite the crowding - the woman was past her time-īut I'd no mind to argue with my husband, They stood outsideĪcross the threshold, half in the ring of lightĪnd half beyond it. To close the door and shut the night air out!Īnd then two travelers came. So full, they said, we had to hold our breaths Our house was full, tight packed as salted herrings Innkeeper's Wife It was a night in winter
In the poem, she recalls the winter night of the nativity. I enjoyed reading a poem by Clive Sansom that is appropriate to this season. Now that it is too cold here in Indiana to work in my flower garden, I am doing more reading.
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