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There have been a number of pretty things to see while walkabout in the last few days
a sign with good advice, if lousy penmanship...
a glowing rose heart
a red door with some lovely paintwork for the house number*
common mallow, Malva sylvestris
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There is ongoing medical foo, but am doing my best not to let it get me downhearted. Truly, if one persists in telling self stories about "how I shall not let this stop me", eventually it will become truth, at least on the level of intention and belief. Our plucky heroine is a lot more cheerful person now than when in my youth, though my circumstances are far less filled with resources and physical strength. As the story goes, with this much s*%t around, there must be a pony somewhere nearby... Am still baffled as to what possible learning is a gift to go along with all this, but one small thing came to mind when I posted on Stitchers Guild today... I wrote: "if all my medical foo has taught me anything, it is to use it while you have it - saving my special fabrics for some mythical special project, or for when I maybe someday manage to lose 50 pounds, is not how I will actually enjoy them. If the fabric becomes clothing, I can enjoy it every day!" There are layers and layers of learning to live in the now, though that has been my path for long years, there is always further to go.
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