New Day

I took this photo one morning last week; it looks like the sky is on fire. I continue to struggle with the blues and indecision and anxiety, but mornings like this remind me of how much beauty there is to see in the world, if only I remember to look.  

On Friday I found a sweet little package in my mailbox, and when I opened it, I found all of these wonderful treats, sent to me from Deborah!  What a wonderful surprise!  She made the cherry pie notions bag and the stitch markers herself, and included a lovely note, a measuring tape, and a tin of BadgerPoop mints!  

 Here's a closeup of the stitch markers.  Deborah and I met through Ravelry or our blogs, I'm not positive which now, as it's been so long ago, but we've also been fortunate enough to meet up in person at least twice.  She is the sweetest person, and I hope to visit her state someday soon.

I dropped in on my youngest daughter on Sunday for a few minutes and was able to see my "grand cat", Fern.  Fern is the sweetest, most lovable cat I've ever met.  She's playing with her "baby" in this picture; Melissa told me that she has acted like this toy is her baby ever since she got it and becomes upset if she loses it temporarily.  

 

 

 

As for the Women's March, I chickened out.  After hearing about the violence in DC on Friday, I became apprehensive about attending alone, but decided to keep my options open, so on Saturday morning, I drove all the way to Woodbridge, just outside of DC.  I stopped at an IKEA there to take a break, and look at some Twitter feeds to weigh my options.  When I saw how crowded the metro stations were, I decided to play it safe and come home.  Am I sorry I didn't push past my fears?  Yes, a little bit.  It's so hard to tell whether we should listen to the voice in our head or stretch our boundaries.  How do you know when to do which?  I'm terribly pleased there was no violence and flabbergasted by all the pink hats, and I hope against hope that positive change will come out of it all.  But at this point, I have unfollowed so many people on Facebook that I'm not sure if there's any point of still being on it, because I'm exhausted by all of it.  Both sides.  All of it.  I need a break.  Is that wise? Is that right? I doubt it. I don't know.  I just know I'm tired and sad and disappointed and need a little time away from it.  Maybe I should have marched, maybe it would have invigorated me, but I didn't and I'm not.   But I also know that there is beauty in this world, if I remember to look for it.  So I will rest and I will keep looking.