Something else I'm learning
If I remain true to my deepest self
and to my heart,(even though it is broken)
my heart will be full
and Kristen's light will continue to shine.
And somewhere in there, if even for a moment,
I will feel peace and joy.
While sitting under a memorial tree for her son,
Alice Wisler wrote the following thoughts on what grief has been for her.
Grief is laughing with your children and wishing for the absent one
to make the circle complete.
Grief is crying in your car at stoplights.
Some days grief makes you brutally honest; other days, grief muzzles you.
Grief reconstructs your heart.
Grief is sadness, hope, smiles and tears – rolled tightly like a snowball.
Grief makes you search past the stars and the moon for Heaven.
Grief strips you of everything you were pretending to be.
Grief gives you new priorities.
Grief opens hidden treasures from deep within your soul.
Grief allows you to empathize more deeply with others who ache.
Grief makes you unapologetically bold.
Grief is a daily companion, best dealt with
by admitting you do walk with it, even after all these years.
Grief is the price of love; grief is a gift.
I think she summed it up quite well.
Keeping Kristen's light alive has helped me the most.
Following are a few of the projects that I've been working on this past week.
Anna is a precious little girl from Tennessee who is battling AML.
She is scheduled to undergo a bone marrow transplant in the next few days.
I received a request to make a parent bag for her mother.
I also made a pillowcase for Anna.
Kamie and I are both on a committee for the
"Festival of Trees."
We have a lot of responsibilities that we are anxious to fulfill.
Kamie has volunteered to make 30 of these angels, and I
volunteered to make 20.
These are filled with candy and sold in the "Small Fry" shop.
Yesterday, Kamie yelled from the dining room,
"I'm kicking your trash! I have all my heads done."
Today I will attempt to catch up with her.
We also have the responsibility to make or collect several items to be
sold in the gift shop.
I made a few Christmas stockings and some
crayon roll ups.
I am currently looking for some more ideas.
This is my stack of un-sewn pillowcases. Most of these are for
special little friends. I was able to get a couple sent out last week.
My goal this week is to get these all sewn and in the mail.
Oh yes, how could I not share the honey story.
It is always GREAT fun to watch Richard go out to the beehive
and retrieve some honey.
He doesn't have a bee suit so he bundles up the best he can.
He asked me for a sweatshirt with a hood. I found him one, he put some
netting over his face and continues on his way.
What I hadn't noticed was a rather large hole
in the sleeve of the sweatshirt.
Yup, the bees found the hole and he did get stung
and I got in trouble.
Now my dilemma is this...
I have never liked honey. never.
Now, for the past few days I open the fridge and see this honeycomb full of honey.
I began to crave it. So now every time I open the fridge, there is the
honey comb. I can't resist it. I take a spoon and break off a piece.
I chew on the honey comb until the honey is all gone and then I spit out
the wax. So is honey bad for you?
Like if I have 2 or 3 tablespoons every day
what is going to happen?
Maybe I should hide it in the back of the fridge.