A gift to you my Husband

Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be men of courage; be strong.
1 Corinthians 16:13

Tackle it Tuesday

updated

HEllo a lull in my tackled Tuesday mid day...
Archer had her flu inoculation yesterday followed by blood work up to make sure she is alright.
We are awaiting the lab results.
She suffers an inability to sleep.
This from early on has become an issue to attend to.
It looks like the sensory integration stuff mixed with the suicide of her cousin has left her a struggling.
She has also over the last 5 years had every best friend move away sweet thing needs a bit of help we think...

post script...the labs just came back normal so we now have to followup and set an appointment with a sleep physiologist.


This is the big accomplishment before 8 A.M.
Dishes that served well to tend to the preparations of...
Spaghetti
Beef Vegetable Barley Stew (scratch)
Smoky Paprika Chicken legs
Pancakes (scratch)
Breakfast cookies (scratch)
Eggs , popcorn, blueberry soy smoothies and well a few other afternoon snacks for the kids like.
Frozen french fries, apples and peanut butter....you got the idea
The sink was almost empty by alas Cookies baked and a lunch for me...
:)
They like the laundry all clean.
Like the Laundry just needing to be put away (shew)

Half of the cookies in oven by 8:15
Got an appointment to go get Dash his flu shot...
only to take that batch out to run Dan to the pediatrician for a Flu shot.

We drove the 20 miles to get the flu shot and Dash was awesome!

Then we stopped at a grocery to get some snacks
organic bananas, soy fudge cycles, organic cereal bars and a candy bar for good measure.

We then drove out to the farm where I had set arrangements to do so the other day and confirmed this morning.
I had not enough time to return the kids to school and with the seeds needed to be in the earth and tomorrow being the soonest I can do that well I had to tend to task.

The kids saw lots of horses and the woman gave fondness to them offering not only a three loads for the price of 2 when I go back, but when seeing the children gave them a ride on the back hoe to go park it. They had a lot of respectful fun. She also found favor on them and we will be returning in the winter for her good friend is a therapist and she said she would try to get the kids a lesson 2 for the price of 1. As in two hours each child for total of $50.
So we have something to save up for they are so excited.

When I have filled in the extension beds a thought of creating something like this on a much smaller scale here the gardens is a vision of mine.

we got this all unloaded and placed into the raised bed and on the main plots. All the family got into it. Archer helped push the load with the Daddy man, Dash help heard dogs and put the pot of barley stew out of the refrigerator and onto the burner and turned it on.
We were all finished at 7:30!p.m.
Tired all of had a nice celibration of family team work and a bowel of soup.
Kids have showered and I await my turn as they are brushing teeth.

I dropped the kids at the school to see Dash's teacher and she overjoyed to know that I was still planning on keeping my word to teach her students reading this afternoon.
With Dash out this morning she had become concerned. Archer said "Mom that teacher really likes you!" It is nice to be well though of I told her.

Makes me think of something Dash said to me on the right. We spock on our ride about grown ups =kids in a big body, Adults = big people who have learned lessons to be indipendant...then I mentioned there are also Adults who are men and women of honor....he asked "can their be grown ups of honor?"

Yes I told him they have hearts to choose what is right but have yet to learn their lessons on how to choose wisely.

Dash then paused...he asked "are you and dad Adults of honor?"
Said I " We try real hard to be but sometimes we act more like grown ups..."

He said "Mom I think your more honorable than Dad sometimes...."

Say I "at times like this morning when I lost my temper I was more of a grown up than an adult...We all have many lessons to learn even when we grow up."

I was deeply tapped at that comment of his. Oh my dear husband I know he is an honorable man...his choices have been hard while he grows through the wounds of his heart.

I am glad that they see me that way...but how humbling and what a gift to hear him say so.

Well momentarily I go to teach 3rth graders the art of reading.

Oh this was so fun today! I had 7 kids and I taught them the riding of the horse cadence of a period telling the horse to stop (fist in palm), a comma is a wowwa horse and (pulling on the reins.)

shrug the shoulders at a question mark and spray your fingers ax the exclamation!
We all kept the "ponies in a row and throttled each other when one got to racing or forgetting to tame his horse...It was so fun!
I'll work with some kids with greater difficulties next time.
This method raised the kids scores 50% last year in Dove's (Archer's) class.


so off to the shower for I do smell like all those pretty ponies after unloading the truck.
:)


I will come play once I am clean.
Later when I return...
Hand washing this for the trial that begins on Thursday where I testify regarding that woman I found passed out up on the curb car running...that was in Aug of 2007

Several lay outs
Christmas is fast upon us folks....

Supper of course and the many loads of clean laundry to hang and put away
The many clean dishes to put away as well.

Then the mulch to unload and the gardening to prepare for in the (first) cool early morning tomorrow.

Peace grab you and throttle you back into it's presence ya all!

Time to go instill some wonder into those early readers!

Full Military Honors

I am told that...


Uncle Clyde Will have right to have full honor burial at any military cemetery including Arlington Cemetery in D.C.
( which is reserved for the very few)
if the family so chooses.
It takes time to arrange.
So the ceremony in the desert this weekend was to honor is memory.

He was one of the first 6 men to land on
Okinawa Japan.
In March, 1945, the first American troops landed on the Kerama Islands as the springboard for America's island leapfrogging strategy. Okinawa was next in line and, on April 1, 1945, the invasion began. After 11 weeks of fierce fighting, the battle of Okinawa was over June 20, 1945. Two months later Japan surrendered. Okinawa was one of the longest and hardest fought campaigns in the history of World War II. Total American battle casualties were estimated at 49,151, including 12,500 killed or missing. Japanese soldiers killed were about 60,000 while one-third of the Okinawan population, about 150,000 died in the "Typhoon of steel."
This before there was even such a thing as the Special Forces.
To secure the island for the American troops.
He saved countless American lives.

Spiritual Sunday

here

At Last it is mid afternoon and I have come here to be with you.

Each season of new beginnings offer us a chance to come away
to begin anew.

This afternoon everything is new here on my machine.
With all the efforts of my Wonderful Talented Man still it is "new".

Each day is new.

At first all this newness was just better than nothing...
Then it all became a bit of an annoyance...
Settling into a grateful...be patient...
let it takes it's time...chomping at the bit...
sorta wait and see what all is in store.

At the loss of the old
will be found a flurry of emote.

It was in that flurry of emote...five minutes before we were out the door (to the funeral) that I kicked a drawer closed only to slip off the wood and have my big toe say
"hello, boy howdy"!
to the razor sharp edge of the glide under the drawer.
As the saying goes "like a stuck pig!"

Calling for Steve to come help I did my best to get across the bedroom carpet
before turning the rose colored carpet a very living blood red!...

This fine Saturday found me not only without my computer,
but at a funeral without the presence of a family patriarch.
One who lived just long enough that it was known by him to be HIS time to move on.
However even when change comes in OUR time
it will often have an effect on "times"
of those who step around us.
They must walk it on their own.

Such the case at the of memorial service.

Hobbled I across the desert cobbled with stone to find me a seat.

The service was in the low desert.
Where the path our Uncle was trod many a day
with many a soul and several a child,
son/daughter both his own and those who were in/law.
He traveled those washes with many
...even Grandchildren I think I heard.
Those who were friend to his own children learned the camp fire
and the hunt
some remembering him to even never of pulled the trigger of his gun
only to set at the fire
the silent sage of an open accepting ear.

He was an American Hero of the WWII era, 82 at his end.
A silent man who spoke volumes to me as over the years I kept eye on him across the crowd at family function.
His Eldest son spoke his story.
He expressed with pride the struggle of Dear Old Uncle Clyde.
One made of shame of his Comanche heritage.
He was born and raised a native Arizonan.
Then even with a stronger sound voiced of smashing shame
the man said..."and of some negro blood in their history as well".
This was shadowed...a family that must have found great rejection from others.
How awful to love and long to be loved only to know that the color of ones heritage colored the views of others... peppering the beauty of that love due.
It is often in our trial that our strength is gained.
He was proud of his pa.
His Pa had a way of making a man proud through his unconditional love.
This a legacy spoken over and over.
For after the eldest son spoke others told of what was on their hearts.

His wife asked of me please,
to tell of what I had said to her of his silent wisdom.


Of how much I had gained.
So it was I who broke that awkward silence.
When asked of the assembly if any had something of heart to speak.
Funny thing for her to ask of me
please to speak.

I wore my feathers in honor of Clyde for I always felt I could be at ease to be me around him.

For I think I might have been silent in the mass
For I am from a bit of a distanced family corner.

Although we had set arrangements ahead of time for a mom and her child to come over,
we were compelled to attend the assembly of family at Clyde's welcoming home.
He was the heart of a farmer.
Story told of chicken laid egg in his lap.
Funny it is that I too had this with my own hen and understand that safe place we provide.
Now Clyde was a man who I suspect was judged also of his faith by others.
Seeing though the love hearing the testimony of his son I know otherwise.
Clyde lived his faith in the love showed to those who might otherwise be excused as perhaps...unlovely.
Over and over testimony of those who said so...
Many so softly as if to give voice to it was painful ...
Uncle Clyde loved.

At the service spoken out was the relief of a distanced broken Christian.
Of how he felt so much better to have come to have known at Clyde's Death that he believed in Jesus as Lord.
How it hurt to hear such devastatingly hurtful explanatory divisive word exposed..
From the heart the mouth speaks.

Yet be it so many a man responds absent to another out of presuppositions.
Divided by dogma and judgments.
Death come too late for it to be known that error of holiness false.
Boundary by need of character or behaviors is one thing...
That ploy of the darkness that can work its way into our midst and remove love of a sister or a brother and replace it with tolerance and defamation.
Letting that stop our fellowship among the land of the living.
Not that I have been immune but have been made more aware.

The plans of our day were fluid.

After the desert time many came to be at the widows home to repose,

comfort one an other and continue to live.
He who passed was yet apparent in the atmosphere that circled that welcoming table.
My little family the only show from Widows side stood were there for her.
It was a pronounced absence for all around us were those who knew each other well.
Though some were silently distanced...
perhaps in their wound,
yet they were there.
This impressed me as Clyde lived on here in this home.
In that circle that went on four generations around us.


One of his son who at service silenced his voice when over spoken...
returned to the home sometime later.
His heart hurt that his word was left unsaid.
This man at that instant was imprinted upon me for I saw the hurt occur.
It hit him HARD!
Came I up to him placed my hand on his heart and said I
"I saw it, hurt you"...
Said he "you saw?" ...
"yes" said I.
With great swell of throat choked he...
"thank you for seeing me"

Telling him he mattered...
he assured me he would say his words.
He promised not to let silent the soul.
For he must be heard that bitterness the loss of opportunity would haunt him.
Telling him I know of this torment, wished it not for him to have the rest of his days.
He promised to speak it to the widow his mother before the days end.
He embraced me and thanked me softened by kindness.
He then was across the room with darkened sunglasses on
anger gone from his countenance was replaced with appropriate sorrow.


Now it was that I found embraced by Clydes eldest son told
"Donetta, you belong...you will always belong here with our family"
Oh my how deeply was I touched...
Our Dear Widowed Aunt did say of fondness to me...she reads my blog.
She told me that from time of her girlhood she has read as a voracious reader
that I am a good writer.
To write said she.

I told many of how it has been made known to me through so so many a death I have known...
"Those who go on before us, stand at the right hand of God ever interceding for us both day and night"

This has been of great comfort to me.
It is always of my hope it might comfort another.


Each season of new beginnings offer us a chance to come away
to begin anew.




A child began a new this morning here in our home.

With the mutual support.
The respect, trust in me... a mother gave chance for a child to overcome.
A sweet little girl who so longed to be free.
The torment she suffered as PTSD stopped her in her tracks.
Understanding how it is to live breath with stifled breadth I had wisdom to offer.
This little one was empowered last night to speak her voice to ask for met need to overcome.
I gave her my late night offering up a chance for her to be successful.
She had known abuse fear from those who had once kept her.
She told of how her fear rooted by a voice in a hall demanding
"GO TO SLEEP!"
When once of necessity sh was away from her mothers care.
We used care to give her an ice block to keep her present and in control of her senses.
We used nature sounds and lights.
While watching my show I left sound up a bit.

She awoke this fine morn to Dash
"Wake up! You did it! you did it!"
A little child with a new name.
Dove was so happy for her friend to be made free of the fear that tied her up into literal tummy knots.
A child now who knows that she will... and is being made able.
She stood with our hands holding her up.
She now sees herself more for who she really is.
Not the fear of what she thought she had become...unable.

It is in life's new beginnings that LOVE is made power and the power of Love is made able to transform.

In the garden

The three children joined me in the garden.
We worked a team for a while.
They chopped the dirt clods for me.
They then were set to task of finding little insects in the straw pile.
They were then set to give them to the hens, they then understood another beginning.
Seasons, for every living thing.
The hens lay egg more after the good protein of the rolly pollies.
At first a tad bit gross but then they understood.
It gave then tenderness toward the birds that it filled their belly their need.
The insects caught laid down the life to the bird , the bird then made way gave laying it's own life down to egg for us to eat.

Later in the morning another new beginning

All the while the efforts to restore this Machine
(I pour myself into)
were painstakingly made by my dear husband.

Dash came home to me with a phone number last week.
His heart was to offer friendship to a pal in his class.
As is my custom his lovely Mother came to visit the morn as the boys played.
It is so good to know the Mother of a child.
If a child is in my care I want to understand the parent of said child.
Caring for someone else s child to me is a great responsibility not taken lightly.

A wonderful woman came and we really hit it off.
She was adopted, so many of my found new friendships often have this common ground.
We all had meal together and this sweet busy single mom got to rocking the rocking chair while lunch was made and she left a bit more rested then when she came.

I took the Mother to the gardens and showed her the efforts being made.
Told her of the insects gathered and the hens.
Had her gather with her hand the egg that we had gift of from the hen.
Her hand tender and a bit fearful of holding the egg...so I left that egg in her hand as we were speaking of decor and walking and talking together. Then it relaxed as I told her that the egg was hers. That it was for her to eat the egg she had taken from the hutch. I saw then in a moment a kindred spirit in her soft eye. She touched a bit excited at the chance. She then was told only to her did it belong for her meal.
To enjoy.

New beginnings often take reaching out...
Getting out of the comforts of pulling away or within ones self...
We extend then receive often much more than we even give.
Each season of new beginnings offer us a chance to come away
to begin anew.

hey guys got hit with my first virus

System being completely rebuilt bless my sweet mans heart. We go to the furneral in the morning. Out in the desert ashes tossed to the earth.

rebuild will be ongoing see ya on the flip side.

Happy weekend.

arg!

this was a biggy

a real bad guy.

JERKS!!!!!!!!

:/

Alaha Friday #100

Welcome to this week’s edition of Aloha Friday.

In Hawaii, Aloha Friday is the day that we take it easy and look forward to the weekend. So I thought that on Fridays I would take it easy on posting, too. Therefore, I’ll ask a simple question for you to answer. Nothing that requires a lengthy response.

If you’d like to participate, just post your own question on your blog and leave your link . Don’t forget to visit the other participants! It’s a great way to make new bloggy friends!

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My question for you is three part.

1. What is your favorite color and specify if it is to ware to for decor?
2. What do you collect or enjoy...like birds, dolphins, hands, words, books...you get the idea?
3. What characteristic do you treasure most in people?

for me?
For decor black accents like wrought iron.
To ware summer colors blue and brown together is a favorite right now.

Realistic nature images are a favorite

Being true faced...I heard it said once that he who is true faced need not fear.
You may suffer rejections or pains but your safe in center of your being. You know who you are as you are known clearly by the Creator.
I feel safest among folks who are for I know what to expect in them.
Good or bad:)

Thankful Thursday * Masterpiece...

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This morning the coffee was out and I needed to grind some to have a cup.
I looked up to see the beauty of the tea pot...
I delight in beauty.
It is my comfort.

A long over due pot of tea was prepared
The tea cozy pulled into use.
Just for me...a china cup and saucer.

We are his workman created for good works in Him.

How do you comfort your soul in times of trial?
What is it you do for your self when stress is high and fear or anxiety rush you?
When shame loneliness sorrow press you how do you still your heart and manage your emote?

Breath deeply.

I was asked recently...
"How do you comfort your self?"

I have thought on this for some time...days.
I tend to comfort in self sabotaging ways...a false comfort.
Really just invoking more pain to dull the other...we all do this I think in different ways. Perhaps even questioning if we really even deserve to be comforted if it is so easily and readily set before us to hurt.

Today...
The air a little cooler out in the yard tasks called for beauty.



The porch cleared as the BBQ grill sad and broken needed beauty.
New knobs were called for and my hand even wounded as I repaired the sharp edges of the broken handle bled.


No reason really but for beauty sake did I scrub the grill.
Yes , an odd thing to do for I have no coals to light a fire for a meal.
Yet it being on the patio called to me...Ugliness... fill me with beauty.

Apparent as the the wound on my hand...
stung!
Reality is ...beauty is the master comforter.
It is my comforter...
To create beauty.


I found myself feeling so well nurtured as I attempted to fashion this little corner of my yard.
You see this is a picture of "MORE WORK TO DO!"
to my husband. I know when done to him it will become a thing of admiration.
Once I was so very thrilled to do so tending to tidy home and decor.
Yes I still do a bit not like once when it was a treasured pursuit.

Over the years I neglected using beauty to comfort me.
Both my own beauty and the beauty of the masterpiece of my hands at any given moment seem to become wasted efforts supper fluent waste of time.
An annoyance and expense or just not really favored as in just different taste.
You know I made so many beautiful things a couple of years ago.
I was just thriving and here they sit...
The comfort for me is in the creating...if I were a good sells man and found comfort in it I am told a fortune is before me given my skills.
I did a few sells and find I really enjoy seeing the delight in the eyes of others who find pleasure in them. If folk talk me down my price and all I just would rather walk away. It is a sorta disregard somehow for the pleasure I hold in the item gets lost.



I believed a lie that my created beauty did not have a big difference really.
It seemed it had become an annoyance of chore, or even an ineffectual pursuit for every time I had created some nice little corner it would be dismantled by careless junk tossed here or there.
Messes made moments after the tidy...you know PARENTING :)
Or a room done only to have a change requested when the next new thing came along.
So alas I just tossed up my hand and gave up.
My comfort did not matter so much to others so it must not really matter...
I did not see that IT IS creating the beauty that comforts me.

This day while walking past the mirror where my little self table is...I looked up!
I looked up...
raised my eyes to her
who had stopped finding comfort in creating her own beauty.
I think that there is a lot of comfort to be offered to this reflection who longs for the loving beauty she withhold from her own soul.
I was struck with the realization what was once a pleasure to become beauty was now a worthless pursuit
Lie! YOU SAY?

Wounds are based in lies.

Masterpieces are always pure for they are the divine expression of truth.
Even in Art.
The most hideous of image when truth based is a Masterpiece.

Later this day a dear friend who is one of heart with me returned a call.
Our talk was a divine appointment.
Once was a day when the very thing that she uses to comfort herself was the foundation of our friendship.
Her and I suffer a similar fate in that this comfort we find when practiced often makes everyone else around us most uncomfortable.
She stopped being able to comfort her soul, even in church! the very place where all is suppose to be ripe. In our homes we too have lost a part of comfort.
Our comfort is this...The Word of God.
In her home she a gifted teacher is not welcome to share her knowledge for it hinders the pleasures of the flesh of the members so even in church she stands a silent teacher broken hearted as error is flushed like refuge across a room and folk just wallow in the false comfort of it.

In my home once it too was a Master of the Word.
In that the study of it was as honey and buttered bread to a starving man.
Studying the word however is a dangerous thing...
IN THIS

I am literalistic and if it says this...that is what it means...
not suggestions, guidance for our own well being.
Being literalistic is a real annoying thing to be in this world and can often become prudish in the eyes of others. At times accurately so.

Consider the cost?
Well I considered the cost at one point and became a silent doer...
I sometimes feel so very alone but today my girlfriend was unalone with me.
The world has swallowed her up and I too to some degree...

Oh but the masterpiece of all of this...
The call to comfort oneself...this question...this provoking question offered to me woke back up that memory of comfort and posted once again that query to count the cost. I know that many things learned in my study lacked the balance of a sage.
A lack of balance however is in no way a reason to remove the very comfort that will be my life blood.

The manual now dusty in my mind asks me if it might comfort me once again...
If I were to be comforted at the cost of an others discomfort what then?
Balance I guess the best attempt to draw comfort without removing the ease and comfort of another is balance.

The Scriptures post the greatest beauty in all of the written language.
It is corner stone to all I am.
I have been comforted with a memory one that fades with time, as does it's comforts.

Beauty it comforts me.
I am grateful to understand that.
For I need comfort every hour.
It is in the beauty of the friendship I have with God that all comfort comes a truth yes.
He is that Masterpiece within me that is the core of the passion I find in comforting myself with the surrounding beauty of all that this world , my hands and most importantly THE WORD has to offer me. His Holy Spirit through His Presence is my crystalline delight pure utter beauty.

How do you comfort yourself?
If we do not have appropriate ways to offer our souls, or others for that matter, comfort we will comfort with a false comfort that will only bring self sabotage.

Sour dough and Bread information

Hi Donetta....stopped by to visit and so enjoyed reading your posts! I would really like to have more information about the laundry detergent and the recipe for the sourdough bread! Is there a post that I can link up to???

Bless you, sweetie!
Susan

Amish White

Sour Dough a beginning

Sour Dough

 

click image for bake ware ideas

Uncle Clyde Passed away.

Prayers For his amediate family please.

Clyde, passed away last night around 1:00 AM. They called his wife from the hospital in advance saying his passing was imminent. His wife and all of the kids got to the hospital before. His Son came from 80? miles away and he got there 15 minutes before he died.

It all sounds so very merciful.

I will be preparing my kids for the funeral.