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Saturday, May 03, 2003

 
I meant to post this earlier Center For Missing and Exploited Children .

My husband and I spent a lovely day togather. He brought another small load of furniture so my guests on Monday evening will not have to sit on the floor. We are having our last Monday night class at my home, celebrating the end of it with a potluck. Our daughter had emailed me and told me she was going to be participating in a double header softball game about 30 miles away from here. I didn't check my email till late, so my husband arrived a few minutes later and we unloaded the furniture and hopped in the truck to watch our daughters game. They lost again but had a good time.

When we returned home, O dug up a bunch of the orange daylilly's that needed to be thinned out of the big patch in the front yard. I loaded up the wheelbarrow with them and distributed them to my neighbors. We had a man come to till up our garden spot for us also, but the soil was so sod bound he couldn't do it. We sat and had coffee with him and shared some fresh smoked fish and sent him home with a jar of the smoked fish that O canned just yesterday. These days that are almost "normal" are more precious to us because they have been so few. It will be good to all be in the same home again.

















 
I woke up this morning to the phone ringing. It was my sister that lives at the other end of the state. She wanted to share the happy news that her daughter and two grandchildren are coming for three weeks in August. This is a normal family event that inspires joy, but for ours, it is particularily poignant. My sister was seperated from her children when they were toddlers and the years of looking for them were terrible. A few years ago, her now adult daughter and her were reunited, and have been knitting a relationship out between them. It is still such a joy to share in my sisters happiness.


Thursday, May 01, 2003

 
Welcome to the Femina Mosaic. I thank you for the kind words and encouragement and I am very happy to have you join. As you have probably noticed, I am not much into rules. So how about we make up guidlines as they are needed, perhaps as this blog grows. For now, I think the kichen table analogy works well, so the treat others as you would like to be treated, should work quite well.

I have had a lot of needs of hugs this semester, wouldn't have made it through without them. I think we should consider that a guideline for ourselves too, when we feel like hugging someone, go for it cause it seems to come back ten fold!

 
Faith,

Your presentation yesterday was amazing. I was having an especially emotional day and felt like hugging you when you were done.

I'm a little unsure of how you envision this blog working. Perhaps you could touch on any "rules" or directives you may have? Are you filling sort of a moderator role? Should we just be replying to your posts? I'm so excited to be part of this and connecting in this way. Thank you so much for the invitation to join.


Wednesday, April 30, 2003

 
This is for Old Friends those who are near and dear throughout all the years and the distance of miles.

I stopped into a Music and Arts school today to pick up some papers. The lady that came to my assistance was an older pleasant faced women, and led me to her office cubby. On the wall was the most magnificent piece of quilted artwork I think I have ever seen. I asked her if she was the artist and she replied that no she wasn't but shared the story of the piece with me. The quilt is almost like a painting only done with fabric and found objects. If you look closer though you can see that the quilt is actually telling a story. The artist is a local women that made the piece by incorporating things that belonged to her mother and grandmother and her own daughter. She will be leading a quilt making with found objects sometime in the next two weeks. I told the lady at the school about this project blog and about the other projects I am doing along the same kind of explorations of relationships and the ways that women communicate. We ended up forgetting what we were supposed to be doing, and I was invited to join them to observe or participate, my choice. What I want to do however is to photograph them at work and then perhaps write some pieces about the experiance. I think it would be a wonderful photodocumentary piece.

I gave my presentation today on my project. I think it went well even though I was nervous by the unaccustomed lengthy notes I had. I tend to do better with bare outlines and flying by the seat of my pants.








 
I couldn't wait to share this women and friendship link to a study of how stress is handled completely differently for women. Extremely pertinent to the Femina Mosaic blog's underlying theme.


Tuesday, April 29, 2003

 
I have been working on finishing up projects presentation of projects as this is the last stretch of school before the final exams. I am trying to get by, and find peace one day at a time. I came home today so wrung out I felt like a wet noodle. When school is finished for the semester, I am going to take a few days for myself to regroup. I will putter around the house, maybe rake the lawn and start making this house look like a home. My family soon will be with me, and we will need to nurture ourselves into a unit again.



Sunday, April 27, 2003

 
I came across this site by accident, GUTS and thought it might be of some use. The idea of mentoring young girls is a good one. I especially like the concept-girls understanding their strengths. I have been thinking a lot of what I wish I could instill in my own daughters value system. I think that one thing I would wish for her is tenacity. That may seem like an odd thing to wish for and maybe it is. In my life however, I have found that the ability to just hold on through all of the good, the bad, or the ugly, is a valuable attribute.

So this is what I wish for just for you baby girl, today and for all of your days, I wish for you to have tenacity.

I came across an envelope on my desk tonight that had this quote from Helen Keller written across the back of it.

"Faith is the stength by which a shattered world shall emerge into the light."










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