food, crochet, merriment
“We cannot underestimate the healing power that our loving expressions and our warm smiles can impart. We do not really even need to speak. In and of themselves, smiles and loving light in the eyes have their own healing power. They enter the non-verbal receptors of those who receive them and do small miracles to their souls.”
– M. Catherine Thomas
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in the world this very minute…
A sweet, far away boy–with the whole universe in front of him.
What right in your world this very minute?
Happy Saturday everyone!
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Our pretty birds are back…as long as we feed them…
and Mr. Beany doesn’t really care.
Making efficient “crafty” use of a skinny little space.
The color green you can only get from 2 weeks of rain.
Baptism day for a sweet pack of dear boys.
My broken Pandora is still alive!!
Spring color that goes anywhere.
Apparently it doesn’t always snow in Siberia–so my boy is warm…for now!
What about you? What are your happy thoughts on this lovely day?
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Please forgive my delay in posting…
I’ve been a bit distracted.
This is the day my friends. My boy–my itty-bitty boy…ok, not so itty-bitty, but still–is flying far, far away. He leaves today. He’s on a plane this very minute, in fact. First he’ll land in Atlanta, Georgia, then take a zillion hour flight to Moscow, then a six hour flight to Novosibirsk (Siberia). Once he’s there, he’ll receive his assignment and depending on where that assignment is he could have up to a 30 hour train ride to his new area. I know, I know…yikes.
It’s a big day for us–at home–because he got to call me from the airport, but much bigger for him because…well…because he’s the one who gets to do it all.
He sounded good and terrifically excited to get on to the next phase of this big adventure.
I was just happy to hear his voice.
Be well and safe and brave my sweet boy–and after all the jet lag…
email your mama.
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A week and a half ago, our family got together to listen to General Conference–a two day, five session set of televised religious, faith promoting meetings that we look forward to every 6 months. This time, as we watched and listened, I got a kick out of the different ways each family member collected and absorbed the information. All of us in the same room–but everyone so unique and learning in their own way.
Some took notes on a pad of paper.
Some jotted down quotes and looked up scriptures on their Iphones.
Some collected good thoughts in their journals.
Some worked on their…ahem…72 hr. kits.
And some chose to…ummm…meditate…throughout…sort of. :}
All my babies–nearly–and all their babies, bundled together in one room, makes it all work for me.
Well, that…and a ball of lilac yarn.
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