Thursday, November 1, 2012

November 1, 2012

Wow, I can hardly believe it...Here we are almost Christmas.  It's scary.  Talked to my Missy today.  She loves her baby so much.  Does she fathom how much I love her?  She is so far away...they are in dire straits and I am unable to help...not just financially, but I don't want to just fix it.  I want her to fix it.  So I am learning patience...and how not today:  "Maybe, you could do this?"  I just let her vent and tell her I love her.  I wish it was more.

Choir has been a major frustration for me.  We should (aha!) have our Christmas songs all started, but the last practice only 3 people came. 

I played at the Interfaith Concert at the Tabernacle.  It went well.  Not perfect, but well.  The women of Hills sang so much better than at rehearsals.  I am grateful.

I walked the canyon yesterday with Marley and sat on a big rock and watched the clouds come together.  This is what I thought"

Softer hues of fading leaves--
through them I see
  an Indian Summer sky.
The clouds merge as though
stitched together by
  and invisible thread.

Really lovely.

Lots of things going on.  Trying to work at my job...we seemed strapped for money and I need to work.  Need to practice.  Need to not let myself get so busy that I cannot enjoy my life.  I had a pity party last Sunday.  Probably because I was exhausted.  But every Sunday I go and speak to as many as I can, offer to help with kids etc.  Not that I want anything for that.  It is its own reward...but last Sunday I really needed someone to be my friend...and guess what.  Randy to the rescue.  I'm grateful for him.

Looking forward to seeing my grandkids.  I think we will go visit Angie and PJ at Thanksgiving.  I think we will cook our own turkey and have our own traditions, but drive down and visit for an hour or so.  We always go to Walker's on Thursday afternoon, so I hope something good is playing. 

Graydon's lovey, Alyson is a dear.  We love her too.  She is a huge heart and would do anything to help anyone.  Marley loves her too, (most important =O).

Rereading the collected poems by Sylvia Plath.  She had such a huge gift....and the inner demons to feed it.  My own seems small in comparison. 

Not any other news.  I'm thinking deep thoughts, just not ready to share yet.

Oh...one thing I have been pondering.  If we accept the Atonement, if we believe and hope in Christ, why is it we are so hard on each other?  I think if we are living the Gospel there is no room for pettiness, bitterness, grudge holding etc.  It's only taken me 35 years to get here...but I hope I'm a better person than that. 

Until next time, hopefully sooner than 6 months!

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