is beauty. (The finished shawls will have to wait, not today.)
This has been an interesting season. 2011 is almost over. I’ve spent much of it at home. I’ve worked on character training as I’ve helped the teens through adolescence, a time of both disorientation and discovery. I’ve cooked boatloads of squash and beef stews and hand-dyed a veritable mountain of fiber (while I left the laundry department with my hubby.)
This year, I’ve had more eyes rolled at you, stressed over family issues, and said prayers more times than I can count (more than usual on really bad days.) My heart has been broken when my children weren’t nice to one another or when older ones chose paths I didn’t approve of. I’ve cried over spilled juices and shattered dreams. I’ve received non-glowing progress reports and unfavorable prognoses…from the children–yep, not a typo. I’ve questioned myself daily as I struggle down this path of journey, raising my spirited children at home.
I’ve also enjoyed some bright, sunny days. I’ve held hands walking paths in the park and watched the sun glow golden through trees. I’ve giggled, laughed, cried, and lived life together. Not many saw. I did. I lay my life down. I worked hard at my task, my calling. No one else can do what I do. My family is counting on me.
Happy crafting and keep those creative juices running!
(still doesn’t do texting, MySpace, Twitter, StumbleUpon, DiggIt…but caved into Facebook!)