I was late finding words for this month, which I usually tell you is my favorite time of year. The past six months I feel as though I worked like I did in my forties. Constantly doing something (that included moving over 100 pavers to form paths around the house). I cleared rock beds of weed and leaf debris that I hadn’t touched for far too long, and pulled weeds in what were once flower beds. In other words, I spent a lot of time outside.
For some reason, I’ve noticed that every year a particular weed (or two or three) becomes newly invasive and tries to take over. Actually, a cucumber vine did just that, which reminded me of kudzu in the South. And then my imagination went off to scenes from an old Twilight Zone episode. Why I remember it, I have no idea. A woman in a small cottage looks out her back window each day to see that she’s losing more and more of her backyard. Each day, the vine has crept closer. Eventually, the vine covers her windows and what remains is up to the viewer’s ending. Ugh. Why did I think of that so many times?!
June and July held special treats. Two nights during each month, my youngest, nine-year-old granddaughter, and seven-year-old great-granddaughter, stayed with us. What joy their smiles and young hearts brought to us. I look forward to playing Scrabble with each of these smarties.
Sad to admit, writing was not my priority this summer. I somehow finished the first draft of a novella and know where I’ll begin the second story. I also put together strip-quilted blocks for seven table toppers, four of which will be gifts. Sewing and working with yummy fabric go-togethers satisfies a special need in the creative corner of my heart.
Now I plan for time spent with my Lord and opening up my senses without constantly considering what I have next on my to-do list. A recent reminder from a Sunday morning service, “Remember Jesus Christ,” keeps rolling through my mind. My YAHWEH and His Son, Jesus are never in a hurry. God’s timing is perfect.
I have also worked off and on exercises (Morning Pages proved not for me years ago) in Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way. Each year, I try to read one motivational book for writers. We never know when a new spark will hit, but sometimes need to approach from a different viewpoint.
This October and November, I hope to relax into my writing inspired by long walks in the path cleared near our windbreak this summer. I understand a bark beetle bored into the trunks of pine trees across the nation. We had at least twenty dead pines that have now been cleared. As I traverse that trodden path from big equipment, I’ve tossed aside rounded pieces of wood that I could roll my ankle on. I’ve also chopped out volunteer trees formed from deep roots beneath my feet.
I’d like to close with a reminder that looking up Charlie Kirk and his ministry, now carried on by his wife Erika, should revive any depressed or downtrodden heart. (Such emotions are common coming up on the holidays.) Remember Jesus Christ.
Until next time…
For some reason, I’ve noticed that every year a particular weed (or two or three) becomes newly invasive and tries to take over. Actually, a cucumber vine did just that, which reminded me of kudzu in the South. And then my imagination went off to scenes from an old Twilight Zone episode. Why I remember it, I have no idea. A woman in a small cottage looks out her back window each day to see that she’s losing more and more of her backyard. Each day, the vine has crept closer. Eventually, the vine covers her windows and what remains is up to the viewer’s ending. Ugh. Why did I think of that so many times?!
June and July held special treats. Two nights during each month, my youngest, nine-year-old granddaughter, and seven-year-old great-granddaughter, stayed with us. What joy their smiles and young hearts brought to us. I look forward to playing Scrabble with each of these smarties.
Sad to admit, writing was not my priority this summer. I somehow finished the first draft of a novella and know where I’ll begin the second story. I also put together strip-quilted blocks for seven table toppers, four of which will be gifts. Sewing and working with yummy fabric go-togethers satisfies a special need in the creative corner of my heart.
Now I plan for time spent with my Lord and opening up my senses without constantly considering what I have next on my to-do list. A recent reminder from a Sunday morning service, “Remember Jesus Christ,” keeps rolling through my mind. My YAHWEH and His Son, Jesus are never in a hurry. God’s timing is perfect.
I have also worked off and on exercises (Morning Pages proved not for me years ago) in Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way. Each year, I try to read one motivational book for writers. We never know when a new spark will hit, but sometimes need to approach from a different viewpoint.
This October and November, I hope to relax into my writing inspired by long walks in the path cleared near our windbreak this summer. I understand a bark beetle bored into the trunks of pine trees across the nation. We had at least twenty dead pines that have now been cleared. As I traverse that trodden path from big equipment, I’ve tossed aside rounded pieces of wood that I could roll my ankle on. I’ve also chopped out volunteer trees formed from deep roots beneath my feet.
I’d like to close with a reminder that looking up Charlie Kirk and his ministry, now carried on by his wife Erika, should revive any depressed or downtrodden heart. (Such emotions are common coming up on the holidays.) Remember Jesus Christ.
Until next time…
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