Sunday, September 1, 2019

September Leaves Autumn Calling

As I sit here gaze out across the green fields, where at the moment, a flock of geese have taken up residence. Trees sway in the breeze, covering my backyard with shade. I'm grateful for this opportunity to live in this lovely little place. Except for winter which will soon be upon us, BRRR!!. I have found the best hobby. 2 years ago I signed up for a quilt class, since then I have made several quilts. Now I am cranking out the quilt tops like crazy. I just finished a Halloween one, which I truly love. At the beginning I was just making appliqued quilt blocks, the last two I have done piecing as well.
Tomorrow I go to Disneyland for 5 days with my daughter and her family. I am excited.
Now to get to the nitty gritty. I have a problem with going to church, I know why. I know that I have to write my story to begin to heal. 
In December of 2018 I retired from all work, I had 2 jobs at the time. I miss my family from work, and see them occasionally. I was elected to my City Council in November, took office in January 2019. I sit an economic board for my county. I am busy. But something is missing with me. I have and continue to have very interesting life, and, I believe I have buried great deal of pain. Talking about suppressed and buried memories take courage, pay of a therapist, no way. Write it? Why not. One of my dreams is to write a book. Can this be the book? Can I put this in a narrative that will capture you? I heard to be a good writer, write everyday. 
I am married to my best friend, 30 years in 2020. We have 5 children, and 7 grandchildren. We are blessed more than I can imagine. Never able to have children, we were blessed to adopt the sweetest, cutest brother and sister. So blessed. My three step children I have always loved. They didn't think so at the time, now they know. I can see the Lord's hand in my life, even when I don't deserve it. I know my Savior loves me, I know I am being guided by my ancestors. the veil is thin. Today while cleaning the kitchen, my grandma came into my mind. I haven't thought of her for a long time, I knew she was with me. She is watching out for me. Grateful for all Septembers.