My kitchen sink

Wow, its been a long time since I posted.

So, I'll update you: My husband and I have split. Its been a year and a half actually.

I am "emerging" as my new/old self. God it feels good to be alive again, not always second guessing whether or not what I said on any given day was "ok". Not second guessing whether or not what I did on any given day was "ok".

It feels so good to laugh again, enjoy the moments in life that are so much more precious than material things.

It feels good to be out of debt. Even though I am living frugally, it is real living, & sincere living and it is good.

It is a relief to be honest with myself about my heart - not pretending that I am something that I am not.

I am not a robot who can go days (years) without kindness, playfullness, or a sense of spiritual connectedness. I need to be loved, laughed with, and I need to be able to explore, learn about and express my faith.

I am both a "work in progress" and "a masterpiece"

I know this: One day I will share my home and my bed with someone who wants to love, argue, laugh, and ponder God's mysteries with me.

But today, I am thankful to have made it through.

In and around my kitchen sink - (a revealing area in one's home.)
An empty peanut butter jar, a wooden spoon with Chef Boyardee Ravioli residue on it, a water-filled candle holder with a celtic cross on it and a purple daisy inside. A windex bottle nearby and a crumpled up dish cloth.

Have a good Thursday. Cheers.