You know there’s a reason the windshield is bigger than the rear view mirror, right? It’s because we don’t drive backwards long distances. The rear view mirror lets us back up a little ways as needed. The windshield lets us see clearly the direction we are heading…forward. I won’t lie…the 10th Angelversary was monumental and gave me pause. But I am so blessed to be surrounded with lots of love and support from family and friends…including you all. Thank you so much for always being here for me. It helps more than you know.
I ran into a little snag with “The Project.” It’s something totally out of my control so I just have to wait it out till the course is redirected before I have the great unveiling. God always looks out for me and if I would have moved forward when I originally planned to, I could have been in a pickle. He’s a Good Father and I cannot praise Him enough! It’s still going to happen….I just don’t know the exact timeline yet.
With Mr. Virgo’s Angelversary and the project glitch, I didn’t sleep well at all on Saturday night. I finally drifted off about dawn and Mr. FixIt woke me up at just about 1:00 yesterday afternoon. I think we need to grab sleep whenever we can as we age. This new medicine regimen is really helping me sleep…at least much better than I was before.
Mr. FixIt showed me his phone when I got up. We had a light dusting of snow on the forsythia and flowering quince when he got up. I’m just as happy that I missed that! The false spring we’ve been having has totally spoiled me and I could move right on into true spring, thank you very much. We’ve had rain off and on the last couple of days and we’ve actually needed it. The ground was getting pretty dry.
I have to force myself to get back to my studio and get that quilt top finished soon. The wedding is in June and the machine quilter will need to have it as soon as possible to get it finished in time. I don’t think I’ll ever do as complicated a pattern again. It was just a whole lot more work than I thought it would be. And, being a neurodivergent Gemini hasn’t helped matters. It’s hard to stay focused for so long. I’m determined to finish it though.
When I sit down to write to you every night, I’m reminded of my Grandma’s letters when I was growing up. Long distance phone calls were a luxury we could ill afford, so Grandma wrote long meandering missives to keep us up to date with what was happening at The Farm. She’d tell us what she canned that week or who came to visit or what the doctor said. Her letters always seemed so warm and comforting and so full of love and hugs.
We don’t get those letters from Grandmas or Moms anymore and I think our society is sorely lacking such familial hugs. Even though Grandma was only thirty miles away, we could tuck her letters away and read them over and over. I still have them and they still give that same warm and fuzzy feelings. When I was approached by a literary agent several years ago, she pooh-poohed the whole idea of the kind of writing I do. She thought it was fine for documenting for family’s interest, but the general public wouldn’t be interested. I beg to differ. I think we’ll always need a mom or a grandma or an auntie or a sister to send love across the miles. We need all the love we can get.
That’s what I’m here for….to send lots of loves!
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“Let all that you do be done in love.”
1 Corinthians 16:14 ESV