Thursday, February 2, 2012
The waiting well
An hour and a half later, I have the first piece setting up. I have two such jobs that I will work on today: long processes that require much patience between short intense segments of attention to detail. The waiting well is my nemesis. I'm a piddler by nature and some things must not be piddled with until it is time and you can't rush perfection. Luckily, I have other things that need attended to while I wait. .......... The coffee is good this morning. My heart has been encouraged and stricken (but not destroyed) all together. Greater is he that is in us. . . . . . . Another day of sunshine is in the offing for this second day of February. My own sweet groundhog is 22. And she will probably see her shadow this day. Blessings all.
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Have a good day doing the things you love an Happy Birthday to you young one.
ReplyDeleteLike you, when I remember that each day has its sufficient evils, and merely put my hands to the day’s tasks, I often find joy in small things.
ReplyDeleteMy eyes open, and two dogs and a puppy greet me as if I have just come home from a long trip. I am sore from putting a stupid little garden cart together yesterday, but I am looking forward to having my garden tools all in one wheeled spot that will follow me around during the day’s chores. Yesterdays pain because less distinct, and tomorrows uncertainty is merely a dark blot on the periphery of my vision.
Good morning!
i woke early to a sweet task and affirmation of my direction. my first trip to the computer yielded an e-mail telling of a missionary couple who were murdered in their home last night. it has been that kind of day, as a whole. but i shall choose to concentrate on the joy and give my best effort to those who believe in my abilities this day. sometimes i succeed, sometimes not so much.
ReplyDeleteMy groundhoggy definely saw her shadow today - if she opened her eyes at any time.
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