A blank page. That sort of matches my brain at the moment. I want to be outside working in the yard, but not only does this blog need to get written, the trash can is full for this week’s pickup. There are two more ornamental grasses to cut down. I cut one and then sneezed umpteen times. My small trash dumpster only takes one of those big grasses (plus the normal trash) per week, so this job is going to get doled out over time. In the meantime, there are numerous weeds coming up that need to be sprayed when I can no longer take sitting inside writing.
I felt almost frantic about the artwork for my middle grade book, “Rhyaden,” but then I remembered that it will all work out as it’s supposed to, despite me, and I let go. Much better. I’m back to working on Compass Point, and I have high hopes for it. I will be so glad to have those stories my dad told me in print. It has been a long time coming. He has been gone ten years now. That is unbelievable.
The kid’s schedules have gone crazy, haywire, and completely out of control. Only as they pertain to me and my schedule! I tell myself to smile every time two of them need me at the same time. That means I’m needed. What a blessed state of affairs that is!
Some of life’s changes causes grief; the loss of a loved one, a divorce (loss of a marriage), moving, loss of a friendship. A couple of those are sticky-wickets for those on the side lines. We show up before and after a funeral with food and comfort, but we tend to shy away from a newly divorced person. We feel awkward. We don’t know what happened or why or who did what, so we stay away. In our uncomfortable state, we forget that they are grieving and in need of kindness. A little goes a long way.