He and I have been married 36 years today. We were both 18 when we decided there was no other way to be than married to each other. We have been through tough times and wonderful times. We have learned to forgive and keep going on together.
We still have some big dreams we hope to make come true if the Father wills it so. Funny thing about dreams for us. We always ask him to close the door firmly if we are about to go through the wrong one.
We are a pretty good team for the most part. I’m still a terrible cow dog, though. I’m not scared at all, just slow and clumsy. Still we usually manage to get done what needs doing without having to do too much of the previously mentioned forgiving.
I love this man of mine. In ways I cannot even express. I sometimes can’t tell where I end and he begins. I have tried so hard to bind myself to him.
He is strong and tough. Sometimes the tough is hard to take. I haven’t had to slay a dragon in many years. His sword is sharp and arrow is true. So I don’t mind the tough.
I am having a pity party. I have some ongoing physical problems that won’t resolve. Things get better then fall apart again. I am not progressing at the rate I consider acceptable in my creative work. I am feeling a mild panic at my age. Not that I am aging, but that there is so much undone, still.
I am feeling fear that many of the wishes and dreams I had will not be fulfilled. Most of them are within my own ability to achieve without his help. But, the blocks in place seem mired in muck that is too much for me to deal with these days. And I am the only one who can deal with them.
I try to look at others who are struggling with even larger, sometimes life threatening issues. Intense illness or personal tragedy. I have been through personal tragedy. I pray I am mostly done with that. I have told too many loved ones goodbye at graveside. My health issues are not life threatening. But, they are life interfering. Things I want to accomplish and am unable to get there.
Of course, I seem perfectly healthy from the outside. I am one of those with a hidden physical illness and the additional emotional problem of depression. Then, there are my feet. My painfully damaged feet. Pain that prevents certain activities or serious consequences for some types of activity. Pain that interferes with sleep.
Sleep deprivation leading to a pity party. So, here I am today in my beautifully simple life. Safe from harm. Home and pantry loaded with luxury. Loved ones doing mostly okay. I have good days and bad days. Today is not so good. My orchids are falling unseen today, I fear. Wait a minute…………I need to stop right now and gather them up.
My health issues will improve. My creative work is moving. Maybe not like a freight train, but neither is it backing into the closet. The gardening is coming along. I did get a few things taken care of around the house over the weekend. Sago palms sit in pots at the front door. The stuff piled on the carport at the back door has been moved. I have organized my crafting things onto the bookcase I got from the thrift store. I did do some crochet and embroidery work. I spent some time visiting with my cousin. The children’s issues from last week have smoothed out.
Yes, my life is beautifully simple. Sometimes, too simple. It is my life. And I am doing the best I can at this moment in time. And tomorrow I will do the best I can in that moment of time. The measuring stick cannot be arbitrary. Some days, my best will be soaring above the clouds. Some days, my best will be treading muddy water in a puddle. Most days, things are somewhere in between. Higher rather than lower. Temporary. Things change. That is a good thought to hang on to, whatever I am feeling or doing today. No matter how the orchids are raining, a couple of things do not change. He and he love me. And I am blessed with the capacity to love them back. Orchids enough for today.