…and that’s what I’m going to do for this week. Take a deep breath. Because before I share with you all the absolute craziness happening around here, I’m going to take a week off the net and hang out with a friend in the city. We plan to take a lot of art classes and eat at places where folks are proud to be called “foodies”. Personally, I plan to finish some schoolwork, read an entire book, and make massive progress on the knitted scarf I’m supposed to wear for Easter Sunday. I have letters to catch up on, and at least ten more pages to write on the second book I’m working on. My first book, Present (the story of my addictive-to-peaceful journey through the distractions of social media and internet) waits on cover art and an ISBN number. Closer, closer…
In the meantime, I’m still art journaling and messing around with glue and paper and paint and pen. Once, a friend asked what the point of it was. I suppose I came up with some good reasons. But now as I think about it, I’m not sure everything has to have a point. Sometimes “just because” is enough.
Another friend gifted me her second loom and I am thrilled. I guess I like playing with yards and yards of threads and weaving them together into pieces that are both useful and beautiful. I’m always amazed when I can get hundreds upon hundreds of yarns, all yards and yards long apiece, onto the loom successfully. Sometimes it sort of looks like a rat’s nest when it’s coming together. But I know better. Sort of like the stuff going on right now…which I will tell you about when I return, Lord willing.
Oh, and we’re raising chicks in the basement again, both layers (eggs) and broilers (meat). I suppose it was an interesting experiment to go without fresh eggs and good pastured meat, but I miss those foods like crazy so we are officially now, as was once said to me disdainfully, “chicken farmers”. You can partly chalk that up to us being “foodies”.
I just turned 44. I’m so grateful for the life the Lord’s given to me. I find it challenging in many ways, but soul-sastifying, too. Sometimes I’m reminded I’ve yet to meet certain standards that I may or may not agree with, but then I remind myself that the Lord joys over me with singing, and I have peace walking with Him. In the midst of it all, I truly believe I am living a wonderful life.
I can’t wait to share all the news with you! For now, I need to get packing