I'm still painting. Still tearing open cardboard boxes, gasping or squealing when I find what's inside. Still washing and wiping dishes, studying cabinets, arranging each clean bowl and sparkling glass.
I should be in a hurry. With oil prices climbing everyday, folks in my line of work are in demand. I need to get back to work. I have to get back to work. But the idea of leaving home, once again, and driving to some far off state and sitting on a hotel bed and flipping on a fastened-down TV makes me cry. Right now the booming wells are in Colorado, Wyoming, the Carolinas. I don't want to travel. I want to be home.
(But how blessed am I to have a career? Thank you, God, for blessing me.)
I'm planting my garden, buying bananas, setting up my sewing machine, and plunking buds in vases as if I never have to leave. Silly me.
Silly, in denial, me.
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It isn't silly, it IS the force of faith, even in the little things that refresh us...
I'd feel the same way, but home always waits for us, not silly at all.
"hope is faith holding out it's hand in the dark" - Georges Iles
and for some "faith is hope"
glad you're back & settling in once again,
you have a gift xo Susan
Hello sweet girl.
I am so glad you are working again. I know that is good for you.
I am seeing signs of spring and when I do, I think of you. I don't know why but I think it is a lovely connection!
i have read you for over 3 years now and your life is a joy to read have laugh and cried with you, you every find yourself in Souther Calif. please look me up no need for a lonely hotel room. i spoke with you once and was going to order the birds plate :( i wonder if you can still get them? Mrs. C.
I know it's not home for you, but I hope you will feel at home when you make your way to the Carolinas (my home state is the North variety)!
: )
Em
It sounds lovely, settling in...
HOWEVER:
My brother lives in Colorado, if you ever get near Creede or Southfork, stay at his lodge: Ute Bluff Lodge...
Its great, you can get a sweet little cabin or a room...
Traveling Mercies..
Maybe you could take your sewing machine and create while you sit in those old hotel rooms. :)
I feel the same way and I just have to drive 20 minutes each day.
Happy Unpacking! Hope you are able to savor each and every moment!
I travel for my job also - and I am also so tired of hotel rooms and missing my home. But then, I slap myself back to reality and remember how grateful I am to have this job. (but I still can't help missing home)
If you come near the Carolinas, you've got a friend!
If you are coming to WY and will be stuck in a motel, please contact me...I would love to meet you....I have read your blog for about 8 months now and really enjoy it.
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