Sometimes I just don’t have a title. This day is done. I’m exhausted. Mindy McCready’s death makes me sad. I really liked her music.
I volunteered to help with an online event in the Harry Potter Ravelry group I’m in and haven’t gotten much help from the other ladies. I am a bit ticked and I think it’s showing as much as I don’t want it too. I don’t usually volunteer for things because I’m not in a place to be ok with taking on the whole project. i SHOULD HAVE KNOWN IT WOULD END UP THAT WAY. It usually (always) does.
I’m making a shawl for Dr Kamdar to take to her mother in India. I don’t like the yarn, but it’s what she brought me to work with. It’s an off white acrylic. I decided to make the back squared off so sitting on the pointed end won’t pull the shawl off the fragile, tiny, woman’s shoulders. It’s garter stitch and I’ll put a crocheted edging on it to make it special. I really hope she likes it. I’m making wrist warmers to match it.
Well dearies (as miss Brenda would say) I’m sleepy and my bed is singing softly to me, crooning low and gently with fluffy pillows whispering my name. I can resist no longer. ❤
I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, cooking, music, bird watching, herbs, and gardening. I am passionate about YHWH the Elohim of all the earth. I believe it's our responsibility to tend that earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in laughter, and the power of combined prayer. I am a true homebody.
I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. They are all grown. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, and I have a spoiled service dog and 2 rescued cats.
Right now, there is balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I would rather not do my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina which I ended up leaving for my husband to sell. I'm a two-time caregiver. My husband and I are separated due to stroke complications and personality difficulties.
I am in Texas now. The one place on earth I said I'd never go unless Yah moved me there and HERE I AM! G and I are sharing a small apartment and so far, things are going well.
It's cold outside
And yet I'm drawn Into the moon's pure light
I raise my hands; entreating.
Where is your voice grandmother?
My questions tumble together.
I am WOMAN.
What is normal?
What changes should I expect?
When?
Who can I go to?
What should I do?
How do I change?
Why must I be the example
when there is none for me?
Shhhh . . .
Quiet . . .
Stand in the light . . .
Wait . . .
And it comes to me.
WOMAN
Mother
Questioner
Be still.
Hear the answers.
Life is change.
We do what must be done.
We sing.
We dance.
We cry.
We love.
We live.
WE are the grandmothers.
Green Jean Granny 