Summing it Up...
Now, that I'm way on the wrong side of sixty, I feel that being true to self is important. "I yam, what I yam." Kindness and smiles are to be given away. Women are strong. Men are more vulnerable than we believe. Husbands may come and go...but one thing I know for sure is that I will NEVAH live without a corgi or coffee in my life if I can prevent it. Come piles of dog fur or hot water!
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Dear Lord, I pray for Wisdom to understand my man;
Love to forgive him; And Patience for his moods;
Because Lord, if I pray for Strength,
I'll beat him to death, because I don't have time for his nonsense.
(Inspired from an email)
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Sadly, this is the time of year that takes a toll on our little old lady bodies.
Okay...I won't group us all together using that phrase...old lady.
The Farmer's Almanac is so much fun to read, and there is a wealth of info in them that I find fascinating. The website, too, is full of good, old-fashioned, grandma wisdom. Love it, love it, love it~
Here's an article that is worth sharing:
Take steps to prevent winter illness! Here are three commonsense reminders:
1. Wash your hands! The #1 defense requires 20 seconds of rigorous rubbing.
2. Humidify inside and out. Keep your body well hydrated and your indoor air humidified. Add moisture to the air of your wood-heated home by hanging laundry indoors, keeping a lot of houseplants, and setting steamers on the stoves that release moisture gradually into the surrounding air.
3. Eat your vegetables. Increase your daily intake of green, red, yellow, and white vegetables.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Just a quick blessing and a hug to each and all this Christmas season. Indiana, it appears, will have a green Christmas this year. Josh and I had our cookie baking session. He went caroling with the church group, and had his Christmas date with Jenny last week. He made her an absolutely darling pair of Christmas tree earrings from tiny beads that she was so happy with, she immediately jumped up at Bob Evans and ran to the bathroom to put them on! We're having a very quiet Christmas. No yelps of joy from the grandkids, or hustle bustle. It's always so much more fun when all are home, isn't it?
May your family be near and dear. May happiness renew your heart. May the true spirit of Christmas open us to what's real. Life is fragile. We are all dear in HIS eyes. Bless us everyone!
Friday, December 02, 2011
We have a covered bridge in town that looks amazingly like this; at least it does in my retro little head.
I was born in '51, was a teen toward the end of the sixties, was a mama of two from the mid-seventies through the mid-nineties. I was set free, cut adrift from the secure anchoring job of mama hood on to the sea of finding self hood by 1996.
I had no one to nurture for the first time in decades. It was scary, lonely, freeing, liberating and manic all at the same time. I sold our family home and moved to a new small town similar to the town I was a child in and began again.
I was perky, zany and bold and walked for three hours a day. Following a painful, grueling divorce in '82, and hiding under a rock and behind my children for fifteen years...it was fun to unfurl, and open up facing the sun again.
I need to experience that feeling again. The fearlessness.
Anybody know what I mean?