One of these days, I am going to find my voice again, and actually write something around here!
Wishing I could write about what's on my mind. Not much to do but hold on tight and wait, though I am not at all sure what it is I am waiting for...
Sat by a young artist today in church, who after showing me several dress drawings from her little notebook, proceeded to remove from her purse (with diamonds on it, see the diamonds?) a box of crayons. First she drew a tiny dress and then she drew a picture of a pink castle and gave it to me. We enjoyed a nice little conversation about the merits of trees around castles, and how much grass to draw in the picture while the congregation sang "holy, holy". And so it was...
Special thanks to Hope for putting the saying on my radar.
I miss coming here to write. And yet I don't feel like I have much of anything to say when I check in here. Doesn't seem like I have any great insights that are begging to be shared, no interesting stories to pass on and no photography to share.Here are a few things that have been going on:- I have been taking an online photography class which has been informative and fun.
- I bought a laptop to replace my old desktop and I really do like it.
- I've lost 7 more pounds in the month since I last officially weighed.
- My youngest child turned 18 last Sunday.
- My son had his three year anniversary of being clean and sober a couple of weeks ago.
- My eldest child is back in school pursuing a teaching certification after graduating a few semesters back with a degree in Criminal Justice.
- I'm still liking my job in the Psyc Dept of the local university, in spite of the mounds of paperwork involved.
Somewhere along the way, I kind of lost track of my meaningful work. I'm trying, now, to get back on track.
Those are rust marks that I thought looked like musical notes. It occurred to me that many of us regularly and destructively cut ourselves to pieces without ever having a knife in our hands. That is wrong and we shouldn't do it.