delicious change of pace

Celebration...web conferencing instead of traveling...

Scripture Meditations..."And my soul shall be joyful in the Lord: it shall rejoice in his salvation." Pslam 35:9

Praying For...all my grands and wishing I could see them...Quinn and Liz, that they will joyful in the Lord and find delight and rejoicing in this life...leaders of the US will stop destroying the constitution, usurping the rights of the citizens, and fear God more than man...the poor, widows, and fatherless will find safety in Christ and necessities of life will come their way...

Commitment to Nutrition-Deliciousness...ate more rice this week than usual, because of traveling, my micro farm is not in production. I refuse to pay $6 a pound for greens. So I made a big pot of rice and steamed a bunch of organic cabbage and carrots. We ate rice, cabbage, and carrots with Braggs and chili paste for breakfast rolled in nori like sushi. Also we ate rice as breakfast cereal with banana/almond milk a couple mornings. Also, made much fried (no oil) rice for lunch. Strange...but a delicious change of pace. 

Commitment to Loveliness...just trying to maintain my regular homemaking routines...

Commitment to Modesty...read a strange article about an American vs. Muslim modesty. It made me long to veil, although I know I would be misunderstood. Wearing dresses exclusively in a country of excessive immodesty is odd enough. I don't embrace much from Muslim culture except the idea: "our essence radiates beyond our physical bodies—we have a sort of energetic second skin, which is extremely sensitive and permeable to everyone we encounter...wear modest clothing, to protect this charged space between them and the world." It wasn't so very long ago that American woman wore veils and hats. Then again it wasn't so very long ago that an American woman wouldn't have been caught dead in a pair of slacks either.

Commitment to Movement...I was a terrible slacker in this area this week. I had to restrain myself from writing all night long. As soon as I woke each morning, the thoughts of the night broke loose from the damn of my mind and poured out my fingers. This deluge of words washed away my movement commitments, but I'm paying the price. It seems if I keep up T-Tapp and walking 6 days per week, the pain is nearly non-existent. However, immediately upon ceasing, it returns. This morning I cannot stand up straight yet because of the pain. This is of my own doing. The coming week will find me Tapping and Walking before the sun rises in my blue exercise dress. 

Thimble News...Absolutely must make my sewing tutorials this week and send the finished articles to Sammy and Tyson for their birthdays. Monday and Tuesday for sure. I'll lock my computer up if I have to.

Towards a Real Education...Spiritual Mothering...I'm just getting into this book as Sunday reading. The title drew me in, since my model for mentoring women is Titus 2. So far the book is fascinating. Also reading lots of philosophy, ethics, economics, political science, and business law to synthesis into something meaningful, testimony stimulating, character building, and thought provoking for my secondary scholars. To me these areas support and build upon each other if linked with the wisdom of God.

Sound of Music...my darling is in violin intensive care. The last lutheir in my small Utah town that worked on both bow and violin used SUPER GLUE!!!! The mother/daughter team in Phoenix is having a tough time of it. When turning my violin over to the previous lutheir, I never felt that good about it. Since that time, it's had a sort of hiss. However, giving up the companion of 3/4 of my life to the sweet team in Phoenix felt right the second I pulled up to their shop. I hope they can repair her so she sings for me once again.

Garden Gate...sitting on my back deck. Yes, the gardens are not what they should be, but it is still one of the nicest places in the world to write. With the big trees, giant peonies, lilacs, and virginia creeper, the amount of green is a refreshing delight. The back 40 is likewise green with an additional bit of yellow as sunflowers have once again made known their presence. 

The Dispensary...the layers of healing are interesting to encounter. I'm as yellow as a pumpkin again, because I didn't exercise or spend any time out in the sun this week. 

Contemplating...a visit from my mother this week and eternal families...