Follow up report

Rossfled at naptime

This photo of Rossfeld pretty much sums up what my last 3 days have been like…sleep, sleep, and more sleep.  Healing has been happening and I feel so much better, though I have almost no voice.   

I’m happy to report that my Mom is doing well as she recovers from major surgery.  She has a long road ahead of her, but we are confident that she will soon be home and able to sit with Dad and continue her knitting.   

Thanks for your prayers and healing thoughts.

Walls and gratitude

Technical difficulties can be like a wall.  You bump into it and suddenly you are aware of how much you depend on that wall not being there.  But, there it is, and you have to get by it somehow.  
My computer’s power supply died, so it is in the shop getting a new one.  Meanwhile, I’m learning a couple of things about myself.
You know, walls can be a good thing, too.  Isn’t this old barn wall pretty?  I love the texture of the old paint, the weeds that have grown up on it and withered in the sun, the space between those old boards that make me wonder who is looking at who….  
Here’s another good thing about coming up against something, like a wall or a computer that won’t work.  I found time that I thought I didn’t have.  Time to journal a bit, catch up on some reading, even clean the room where I create and do my blogging.  Trust me, it needed cleaning.
I looked at the clean room when I was finished this morning, and saw all this artwork and all the printed photos laying about that I have intentions to do something with.  It occurred to me that it looks like the room where an artist creates……only I’m the artist.  
It’s scary to say that, but I said it anyway.  My friend Julia shares one of her beautiful poems about this very thing on her website.  Her work encourages me. 
So today I’m actually grateful for a computer that is in the repair shop, for my dear hubby who allowed me to use his laptop to write this, for old barns just begging to be photographed, and for proverbial walls that show me just what is important.  Thanks to you for taking time to read this.

The colors at the fair

That middle of the day, deep blue summer sky
Colorful flags pointing toward the sky and the cotton candy clouds
The sudsy water of grooming and caring, and cute little pink socks
Hot pink in a horse barn
Colorful feathers of her little pet chicken
The piece of straw on her head
The red and white in the poultry barn
~Scenes from the Allen County Fair~

simple gesture

Mark and I go on lots of walks in the woods, whether it be at a city park or at a destination away from town.  Ever since we first met this has been a part of “us”, just walking together, listening to the birds, feeling the breeze, enjoying time away, and often sharing wonderful conversation.  For both of us this seems to be the best way for us to find peace. Last Saturday we had the opportunity do share a walk again.

Many times on our walks we look at totally different things.  I’ll notice trees, sunlight coming through the leaves, the overall scene that we may find ourselves in.  And it’s not that Mark doesn’t notice those things, but he is always looking for a change in patterns.  I can not begin to tell you how many four leaf clovers he has found and handed to me, just like this image shows, on our walks together.  How it usually comes about is that we’ll be walking along when suddenly I see him stopping to pick up something. Next thing I know he is handing me these little treasures.  How can I resist?

Yes, I know, it’s just a little thing, but it means a lot. Those of you who know us personally will know that this is so typical of my husband. He is a very giving person.  He quietly goes about his life helping others, no matter who or when, often above and beyond what anyone would expect.  This quiet example of his has impacted me in so many ways.  

This simple gesture, sharing a little gift that he found on our walk, reminds me of just how richly blessed I really am to be married to this guy.