Saturday, June 24, 2017

Where am I?

I really want a unicorn for my yard. I'm an adult. I should be able to pull that off.

My low/angry points in my hormone cycle essentially boil down to my hormones getting the best of my sense of humor.

I'm getting better at connecting to the natural world around me. This is because my head is out of my own butt most of the time and I'm taking the time to stay in one place. Taking the time to fall in love.

If the human race would all agree to stop with the constant showering and soaping we would all be a lot more human to each other and mind it a whole lot less.

I don't like having my base reality disrupted. It's easier to bear when it is for my children or a very fun activity. Even then it puts me well off balance for a long time.  Like I need to reset, which is accomplished by not being disrupted for awhile. This sounds like I'm describing basic introversion but I don't think that's it. Socializing with random persons who fit inside my base reality is joyful for me. I want to talk to people in my neighborhood, in my ymca, in my grocery store, in my church. I'm not always good at it,  but I like it and it doesn't disrupt me. It's going to a different neighborhood, a different ymca, a different grocery store (I shudder at that one) that I dislike.
Guess I'm a status quo homebody with classic human control issues. I'm hoping that more aging will bring with it more wisdom and I will get over this need to control.

Marley picked up a printed portion of my blog last week, it was written around the time she was 1, she read a bit and said, "This is hilarious." I told her she could read it all when she was 18.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Not home yet

I read about the Hebrews enslaved in Egypt, their suffering and oppression. I read about God's facilitating their escape, their subsequent bad behavior and their punishment to roam the desert for 40 years before their progeny is allowed to enter the promised land.
I know this is a parallel of what God has done for each believer through Jesus. But sometimes I forget that I'm not a Hebrew in the Promised Land. I'm in the desert. This isn't my final destination. I am walking with my family, free from slavery but not free from life's harms.

Sunday, June 11, 2017


Solomon came rushing into the house to tell me he had found large onions growing wild in the yard. He dug up four and cleaned them with great care before I looked closely and saw they were flower bulbs. He was so happy to have provided onions and to have discovered something. I was sad to tell him what they were. I'm thankful to be his mom.

We are finishing up two weeks of no scheduled activities. It was wonderful.
Back to "work". Which is also a joy.