A child needs safety lessons.

 

The beauty of the recent rains were just a sweet refresher.

Spending many hours with the family has kept my days, hours and seconds rich with intimate moments.

Moments telling my son of my favorite psalm.

  

 

Letting him know that trusting and calling upon the name of the lord is based on the premise that 

WE love Him

Because WE have set our love upon God ...

  

Onion salt from ground dried onion and sea salt fixed a need that I could not remedy due to the absence of product. So I made our own.

  

Learning more and more about my sewing machine has opened my eye to the promise of a friendship with my sister.

  

Having her on the other end of the line to teach a few tricks of the machine.

I am working on a blouse for my Dove.

  

 

Today The gift of a thrasher's visit while on the Patio 

Making this as a gift for my Neurologist.

The exam room has a Navajo blanket on the wall and a print framed as well.

I have had this in mind as a gift of thanks for him and so finished the vision today.

Steve went to him this week to have help with the familiar hand shaking.

He is running lab work, an eye test to confirm no metal chips during those many early years in a trade. 

A MRI will be set for him next week.

Mean while he has a new Rx to try to help

  

In that exam room it is so difficult not to think about the seriousness of seeing a neurologist.

This God's Eye is hoped to help give a point of focus to those others who sit there amerced in the challenges faced. Perhaps it might help them to focus on the eyes of God upon them.

Now my Daughter and son desire more freedom.

After asking them many "what if" questions, we played tickel bug.

Then we watched some U Tube video's.

 

  

 Part one

 

Part two

Later Dash and I went to a nearby neighbors home.

Dove stayed alone at the house a few doors and a phone call away.

It was her first time at home alone.

She locked the security door.

I called her twice in our hour visit.

She let it ring through to the machine and then answered only when she heard me.

A little testing of the methods.

Mean while the mother and I spoke of Fung shui and enjoyed a visit.

We shared minds and hearts, some similar trials of humanity.

The boys played very well together.

She has the exact floor plan of my home and set facing the compass in another orientation.

So fascinating to see the house decorated another way.

So many many tasks are behind in attention.

Her home so pretty and decor so nice.
I so miss the house in it's former glory, before we were set to sell it.

It is now as if I am a newly married. 

It is so hard to replace the charm.

Sunshine

Sunshine you make me happy when sky's are Gray, You'll never know dear how much I love you 
Sweet Care'oh lynn over at Talk to Grams sent a bit of Sonshine my way today.

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With words few I sufice it to say that all of you and many more bless my life in colorful ways.

life 101

People don't behave the way you want them to behave. 

That does not mean that the way they behave is wrong.

This quote past by my eye today.
Of course with moral exceptions, commandments and taboo's.

This applied to me in a different way today.
It gave me a peace where my concern over my own behavior.
Thinking of how troubled I am over an offence cause by holding a child accountable.
I was concerned of the parent being upset that I confronted a child under my care for dis regarding my instruction to say on the property.
She caused a second child in my care to follow out of fear for the girls safety.
Then my son went with the girls as a gentleman.
When the mother came for the child, I told the mother with the child in the back seat what she had done.
The child even made acknowledgment that she knew I said not to leave the property.

Oh then I told the child that she owed me an apology, but she was welcome to come again.
Because she owned the error.

Her Mother,
well, the child is never to come here again and my daughter never to go to her home.
"We don't owe her an apology" Sadly was the woman's quote.
"we" no just the child.

Now I have thought of calling to make peace for the concern of removing strife.

Then this day I relized that

Even if the woman disagreed with my behavior to confront her child,
That does not mean it was wrong

Perhaps like wise to the Mother she saw nothing wrong with her daughters behavior.
The child has a different life style.
For the child to disregard the instruction of the care giver who has charge over her...
wow,
that leaves me not really wanting to care for her again.
That type of level of risk is beyond me.
Could you imagine if she might of been abducted or harmed or injured.
She would of taken another kid, and my own son down with her.
Bet her mom might think differently of my behavior then.

Sad thing though that this ended the opportunity to get to know what other wise seemed like such a lovely woman.

History forgotten is lost to generations thereafter

Words be few and days have been many from the last visit here.
It is that I have lost the passion in my blogging.
From plagiarism this voice of mine in absence pulls me away.
Where others have made income off of it without even the grace of simple acknowledgment. I, I must let go of it as I count it a gift to others. I just feel a struggle over the issue. Letting go of it over and over.
Great efforts taken to share the experience, strength and hope.
Bringing seeds and ideas of post to others. That the mutual shared hearts of the many so tied together.

My heart here was to share the whole of who I am freely.

Spirit, soul and body.

From this form of muscle bone and sinew I serve. By presenting tasks and that shared knowledge I found joy.
A way of giving back to those segments of society that effort to attain the experience at homemaking and the skill sets I have mastered. Not wanting to make this a place of funding or the luker. This by choice alone. Just free paying life forward. For in my days I have had VERY few mentors who would teach me. Those years teaching myself were efforts of great study and trial and error.
A philosophy of mine is that history repeats itself both positive and negative. That history forgotten is lost to the generations thereafter. So I in this blog hoped in part to conserve those skills of the home, the arts, parenting, economics, gardening, tending of all things living. Gleaning and gaining the knowledge of so many of you who also have the passion to learn and to educate.
In deed my being is worn of the last two months with all the illness, interventions for the kids and the day in day out efforts to run the estate. A blessed life yes, to whom much is given much is required.

Within the soul of this woman a writer lies waiting to open my mind at risk of rejection. Once my voice was much less fettered. Now it has grown weak and wherry. I visit and fill my soul with the minds of many who yet share voice. So many things that offer a kinship of sorts. Reflections gained through the gain that only experience, understanding, knowledge finally culminating in wisdom pure and shared with a heart filtered through kindness. This was my heart to find voice here in this my " life uncommon". Finding my place caring too much of religion or prejudice judgments that fog peace leaving strife in it's wake. Above all things strife is a repulsion to me. To find voice within this soul of mine hushed at the avoidance of strife. Hushed that perhaps those who row the still waters might avoid a splash if a rock the boat.
Indeed also here with the fullness of my mind given health issues with children, spouse and self. Appointment after appointment that sets me so behinds here at home.

It is my spirit that can only visit hear at times. It is welcome, yet singularly, without the whole of me. Mornings spent embracing the Manuel of my life I long to make a safe place here. Where those souls who so wounded by hypocrisy religion and rejection can come and gain kindness to their day. Not pulled away through false condemnations that some "Christian" blogs can bring often without intent. So many many wonderful blogs of those who believe are simply an affront to those who are hurting and driven away through life and false expectations of others.
Yet too the work I am doing with the EMDR that you can read about here is very taxing yet so very rewarding.

I long once again to be true faced in the whole of me here. Without fear, bold tenacious vivacious full of life once again. Alas I am yet hushed.