safety from storms
warm shelter
warm food
warm clothes
warm shoes
caffeine
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
I am grateful for
Another day above the ground.
Strong legs.
Working lungs.
B.
L.
FB kindnesses.
Employment.
Shelter.
Food.
The reds of autumn.
Turning leaves.
Strong legs.
Working lungs.
B.
L.
FB kindnesses.
Employment.
Shelter.
Food.
The reds of autumn.
Turning leaves.
Friday, September 21, 2012
You can't always get what you want
Amazing realization. I don't get what I need, especially the times when it feels missing in other parts of life:
People who think I'm capable and want my help.
People who think I'm creative and like my schidt.
People who think I'm funny and get my sense of humor.
People who won't let me take things too seriously.
People willing to go all woo-woo with me.
People who think I'm capable and want my help.
People who think I'm creative and like my schidt.
People who think I'm funny and get my sense of humor.
People who won't let me take things too seriously.
People willing to go all woo-woo with me.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
I am grateful for...
Reasonably solid mental health.
My cynic husband who keeps me grounded and makes me feel smart and loved.
A loving family.
Loving friends.
My cynic husband who keeps me grounded and makes me feel smart and loved.
A loving family.
Loving friends.
Heirlooms and lessons
A couple weeks back, I spent a rugged day struggling with a lone star quilt block. Not fun.
Today, I dug out bow tie quilt block templates from my Grandmother that I've long wanted to use. I couldn't figure out how they went together before now.
Of course, a trick from the monster lone star block was the key!
I am grateful for difficult lessons, and for a connection to the past.
Grandma died before I knew her. The quilt she made from this pattern -- a favorite from my childhood -- is threadbare or maybe gone.
It feels like a zen moment -- the pieces falling in place (literally), new skills and a rainy afternoon to play with fabric.
Today, I dug out bow tie quilt block templates from my Grandmother that I've long wanted to use. I couldn't figure out how they went together before now.
Of course, a trick from the monster lone star block was the key!
I am grateful for difficult lessons, and for a connection to the past.
Grandma died before I knew her. The quilt she made from this pattern -- a favorite from my childhood -- is threadbare or maybe gone.
It feels like a zen moment -- the pieces falling in place (literally), new skills and a rainy afternoon to play with fabric.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
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