I like writing again.

It feals good to write again.
So strange to write out here in space. It takes a village to raise a child and here I feel like speaking to the night sky.
You are the stars that shine back and illuminate the darkness. I know the Master Creater of all of this vast expance is here with and for me, us. It is warming to find that the village is not deserted. Asleep lie most of the souls in homes, huts that have walls so thick that a nights cry could hardly be heard wheather there own or it be anothers. Out here though it is like the stars are not the only thing that hears or sees my heart, our hearts.
My mind is so full of the possibilities of all of the lives under the glow of the stars.
Each life is so great a light to all of those around them. Wheather a light to the right or the error, I hope that I might never hinder another.
I almost got the quilt tied. I had to miss the baby shower to keep safe all those around that might be suseptable to the croup. The kids had a birthday party to cancel today and the parents rescheduled it. They (my kids) were moved by the kindness of the child not to have his party without them.
I found an old blog that a dear friend helped me start in Oct. of 2005. I start slow. This extra 5 hours a day is amazing! I have so many things undone here at the house.
We got the net hung that I made for the stuffed animals, and the plate sheves put on the wall, they were misplaced due to new book sheves I found on Cregs list. I am still sorting through all the coriculum and stuff. It is so nice to get boxes unloaded and books sorted and sewing/art supplies sorted too.

A friend came and gifted my daughter with a homemade old fationed doll house. Sweet of her to do so. It was buil for her child by her and the childs grandfather. Her grown daughter wanted my child to have it. I find that so touching.