It seems like we have lived a whole month of life in the last, what, five days? No, six days since I last posted! I have written so much to you in my mind, but I've not have the energy or time to type it up to share with you.
We gave a program to the Starkville-based Golden Triangle Quilt Guild Meeting Thursday night, and I have lots of beautiful Show and Tell quilts and works-in-progress (WIP's)to share with you!
Being off of the farm with my husband after dark for the first time in...I don't know how many weeks...felt like a real date Thursday night. My need for color was fed by seeing the neon and advertising signs and night lights of Starkville and the little towns we drove through on the way home. I had used up the camera card at the Guild meeting, so I could not snap any of the quaint ways the merchants have used neon to add charm to historic downtown Starkville. *Mental note to be prepared to take night pictures in Starkville after the next Guild meeting.*
Gordon and I were a bit overwhelmed by the amazing nourishment of spirit in being greeted with such exuberant love by the fur babies when we returned home after just 4 or 5 hours away. How do people live without loving pets?
More Good Stuff from the past six days: The smell of fresh cut grass as Gordon and Unc prepared for yet more rain from Hurricane Ike. Mackie and Lillibeth rooting through the furrows of fresh cut grass like little pigs and emerging with green faces.
The smell of green at night, the country night sound of crickets and whip-o-wills, and gentle comfortable breezes at night.
Gordon changing sheets, WANTING to change sheets before I ever mentioned it!!! He was so cute. I came down to the studio, and he was in the process of changing sheets, and he had a chair pulled out to block my path to the bed, his silent loving message for me to sit and let him do the work. MAJOR love brownie points!
I have lots of good stuff intermixed with pictures of quilts and other things to share with you.
The arrival of Ike was met here on the farm with an increasing level of empathy, anxiety, prayer, memories. No surprise, I cried off and on Thursday and Friday as I empathized with those in Ike's path.
One of my God-given Gifts of the Spirit is the Gift of Mercy which is chock full of empathy. Empathy is emotionally a beast of a roller coaster ride! Poor Gordon, he'd leave to go mow, and I'd be all smiles and encouragement. He'd come back in for a drink of caffeine-free peach tea, and I'd be in tears...and this was NOT PMS or age-related hormones! It was the Empathy Beast!
There was also a terrible work site accident just a few miles from the farm that I will share with you later, and we were all in shock and emotional about the horror of the accident this week. I'll have to share that with you later because I don't want to open that little box of Empathy again today.
So today, Gordon let me sleep very late while he washed dishes and clothes. We watched news of Hurricane Ike until about 5 a.m. this morning, so we are both rather wiped out emotionally and physically. The storm is now passing over Gordon's home, family and friends in East Texas, so he has been on the phone a good bit with them this morning.
For the rest of the day, we will be watching the television relentlessly for news from the aftermath of the storm, and I will be empathizing with those storm victims, remembering the similar stories from friends who rode through Katrina just a few years ago, some losing spouses or parents to the storm or aftermath, many having nothing but a slab to call home, some with harrowing stories of hacking through the roof to escape their attic and avoid drowning or clinging to a giant live oak tree as the storm surge tried to suck them out to a terrifying death in an angry,churning sea.
These Katrina survivors are people I know and care about. There is no way for me to watch Hurricane Ike and its aftermath and not cry for those people I don't know who are now facing the worst tragedy or challenge of their lives.
So, I am sharing some more pictures Gordon and I have taken along the Mississippi Gulf Coast...pictures of resilience...pictures of survival and determination to rebuild...pictures of turning loss into art and beauty.
Please let me hear how you have been this week!