I had my first insulting comment (which I have deleted) today. The commenter, Elaine Bosworth (EBWt@hotmail.com) begged to differ with my feeling of being "kind of pretty." Of course, I know that was a risky revelation to make on a blog, feeling actually good about myself, and I opened myself up to the kind of insult I might have received in high school, in rural Indiana, where people were ignorant. I do feel bad for her, and hope you will include her in your prayers -- she obviously needs them. People who make insulting statements are usually badly wounded and in need of help. Their view of the world, other people, and even themselves is usually badly distorted, and I thank God I don't live in their skin.
But it did interrupt (and delete) a long post I started about my practices of running, morning pages, and yoga that seem to keep my life on an even keel, and pretty much free of low-grade depression, which was a familiar friend in the past. Sorry I can't reproduce all that.
And I do want you to see some of the seductions of my badly neglected perennials. As you know, I tend to be a bit obsessed with my veggies, much to the detriment of the many flower beds my predecessor planted. So without the long commentary on things that have brightened my own world, I offer you these pictures from my gardens:
I'm sorry I lost my longer post on the benefits of running (short answer -- endorphins and being in the moment), morning pages (short answer -- problem solving and creative ideas) and yoga (short answer -- pure bliss from time to time, as well as a flexible body). I will share the cover of my journal, below. Also, I've surrendered to Round-Up, though I've resisted poisons in general in my yard. But dandelions in the cracks in my front porch, as well as poison ivy in my evening walking path, have led to my capitulation. I bid you good night, now, as the rain falls gently outside, watering my veggies (beans, peas, lettuce, and beets are up), and softening the ground for further weed removal.
My best friend, Cheryl gave me this journal for Christmas. Her note, which I keep taped inside, says, "...I could not NOT get you this one for you! It isn't that you need to be told these [things], but these are the things you DO -- and some of the reasons I admire you and you're such an inspiration to me!" This is from a woman who has knows me for 27 years now. And even though it appears to be something used at West Point, I'll take this sentiment any day over the comment I just received!
From your questionably, debatably, "kind of pretty" blogger....