For the Everyday Ordinary...

"Normal Day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all in the world, for your return." ~ Mary Jean Iron

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

From the Bones of Winter

(Lookee!! The lilacs are beginning to peek from the delicate branches where they have slept all winter long!)

A Thousand Mornings

All night my heart makes its way
however it can over the rough ground
of uncertainties, but only until night
meets but then is overwhelmed by
morning, the light deepening, the
wind easing and just waiting, as I
too wait, (and when have I ever been
disappointed?) for the redbird to sing.

From A Thousand Mornings by Mary Oliver, Copyright 2012 by Mary Oliver

The wheel of the year is turning and in two days (in my hemisphere of the world), March 20, 2015, Spring will slip into place.

I say Thank Goodness!! For me it is like the longest night ending and the return of light!

My garden looks like devastation:


It always does after winter.


...until you look a little closer...


...and you find delicate, baby lettuce pushing up among the stones and fallen leaves...


...and baby onions, or it might be garlic (I can't remember) being the first to bravely break free of winter's hold in the corner bed...


...oh...and is that a strawberry plant (or three) I see...?


Between the bean trellises I found a rather largish hole.  I am not certain what could be living in that hole.  A bunny?  A smallish ground hog?  Any ideas?  I don't really want to go digging in this bed until I know, but I don't really want it to be living in my garden bed, either.  It is way too big to be a snake hole or mouse or vole.

I can't wait to get back into the garden and clean up and tidy and plant and watch it grow again!


See the tiny red buds on the tree here - the maple trees are budding!


...and new baby leaves are pushing through the old skeleton bones of the hydrangea bush...


...and the rhododendron prepares to burst into bloom!

Oh, and one of my most favorite things...the spring peepers are back to sing the twilight into being in the pond across the street, and the red-winged black birds have come back to join the chorus!

Joy!


Pretty soon we will only hear the creek and only occasionally catch the sparkle of sunlight on it through the lush green wall that will fill in the bones of winter.


There have been some sunny, warm days for hooping on the deck to great tunes!


My toes got to audition some spring colors and were happy for that!


My old Generation 2 Kindle finally passed away - it was so sad.  I kept it limping along for as long as I could but it finally went kaput.  I got the new Kindle Voyage with the paperwhite screen. I do not like to read my digi books on a tablet or computer screen - too much eye-strain (I read a TON of books).  I  only read for-real books or paperwhite.  I was afraid I would not like it as much as my old Kindle, but I have fallen in love with it completely!  I think we will become the best of friends! I like the smaller size.  I have ordered a cover to fit it which should be here in the next day or so.

I've also been working on a special needlefelting project.  Here is  a wee peek:


I began flute lessons and I am very excited about that.  It has been so long and I've missed playing my flute.  I have a concert flute as well as several crystal flutes and a piccolo that are similar to Irish flutes.  I am very rusty so the lessons will help me rebuild my skills with confidence again.

I'm writing my little stories again and other happy things are happening in my little fairytale world like lunches with my chickipoos, drinking lots of cold hibiscus tea, reconnecting with an old friend from my long-ago teenage years, and possibly a new book club starting up in my neighborhood which would be lots of fun.

I got locked out of my house the other day.  Why do these things seem to happen when you have to go to the bathroom?  Anyway, the very nice gentleman from across the street came over to help me break into my house (and also helped me not to freak out because I was going to sit in my car and scream bloody murder.  I mean, full on melt down, pound on steering wheel, over-the-top scream bloody murder.  After all, I had to pee - but of course, I did not tell him that.  And I had all my groceries in the car.)  I seem to always be right on the edge of screaming bloody murder. In the end his little tool did not work, but my BJs card did.  I managed to get into the house with my dignity somewhat intact and without wetting my pants.  And my cats were happy because I brought them food.  Otherwise I doubt they would have cared much one way or the other.

I still have those thin armor days, but they pass - more so as the days get warmer and longer. 

What have you been up to?  Is it turning to spring or fall in your area of the world?  Any good books on your reading list - I am currently reading the Wayward Pines trilogy - very "Lynchian" for those who are fans of the old Twin Peaks series.  It is a page turner from the first page to the last with a very, very interesting twist that I did not see coming at all!  Check it out.

The wind just blew and something just scuttled across my roof - it gave me shivers!  Too many scary stories....

Joyfully, Donna



Thursday, February 26, 2015

Thin-Armor Days

Sorrow-Full...full of sorrow.

I am having one of those days.  They slip in sometimes.  Lately more often than I like.  Maybe it is winter...
too many snowy days...

cold temperatures...

not enough sunshine...

too many dark and quiet corners of my house that used to be filled with laughter and chaos and joyful noise...

They are often the harbinger of questionable choices, crying jags, depression - not the things I typically share here on Joyfully Donna.

These are the days my armor feels thin.  

I try to stay focused on the positive and the joyful...

but sometimes, the sorrow goes too deep and just can't be filled or touched - no matter how many kitties come to snuggle...

...or how many pots of soup I fix myself...

I fall into the arms of my faith and pray.

Remember when we were kids and we were boy-crazy?

Well, maybe you were never boy-crazy, but I sure was.

I was always falling in love with some boy who would not love me back, so I was always nursing a broken heart.  I'd run to my dad and he would put his arms around me and pat me on the back and say things like "you will find someone so much better" and "there are other fish in this big blue sea".

And while it did not make the hurt and sorrow go away, there was comfort in knowing he was there, patting me on the back and being on my side.

So, while my sorrow doesn't leave me, there is comfort in knowing Christ is with me and Mary knows my hurts.  I am not alone in this.

So I try to create something from it and gather my tools...

my supplies...


...my notes and ideas...

and get to work, trying to create something positive from it all.

But really, all I want to do is go take a nap because my head hurts from crying and there are wads of tissues everywhere.  I really just want to curl up in blankets, build a pillow fortress, and go someplace I can't be found like deep inside the pages of a really good book or into a dream.

Do you ever have those thin-armor, sorrow-full days?  What do you do to feel better and get through them?

Joyfully (or not-so-much-today), Donna