Soothing My Soul.....

Well, I've been having some trouble lately trying to...um...locate our digital camera, and since Gila Man continues to remind me of how much the dang thing cost, I'm starting to get a little nervous. Why am I sharing this? Because if you start seeing pictures on my blogs that you've sworn to have seen before, you'll understand why - I'm trying to fill up space and make my page seem fun.

The past couple of days have been rough for me as I've been feeling down and have been sooooo busy and stressed out. I tried to drink more Dr. Pepper (which always seemed to do the trick before), but to no avail. Then I tried excersing, no good. So I tried singing more, getting more music (for my mp3 player), praying more, goofing off with the kids more, gardening, and scrapbooking, but I was stuck in a funk. I even went shopping. And it was fun, of course. I spend $41.52 and saved $72.51. Saving money always jolts me out of a rut! But not this time.
I just felt blue. Like a pale, hovering hue that is neither touching the sky nor the ground and seems to be clinging like a soft spider web. Just a sad, blue hue feeling that couldn't be chased away.

My Mom called this morning and said she picked an amazing amount of peaches off her tree in the back yard and was freezing them. She asked if I wanted any and I said I would be there this afternoon to learn how to freeze peaches so they wouldn't get all brown and icky and gross when they thawed. So we sat and peeled peaches. Then we sliced them, added some magic powder, stirred them, let them sit, stirred again, marked the bags, bagged them, and had tons of fresh, organic peaches to last the whole winter through (that's a lot of peach cobbler).

So when you have to sit and peel peaches, you talk. It's really nice. So I talked and my mom listened.
Then she talked and I listened.
Then I talked.
Then she talked.

It was nice. We shared a lot. I learned how I could best deal with a sticky situation that I had been losing sleep over. She helped me let go of the things that were clinging to me. Like the pale blue hue. Where did it go? I don't know. But as I left her home, I turned the radio up and listened to my music and I felt the hue lag further and further behind. I think my mom kept it. I hope I helped her too.

I am one dang lucky woman. My mom is here, and close, and I like her and she likes me. She even likes my husband. Well, everyone likes my husband, but it's nice that my mom can call him his pet name and he doesn't even blink about it. My dad is here to. What I would do without them makes my stomach clench and my heart hurt. But they are here now and I love them and they love me and they help me even though I'm 28 and think I don't need help or I can handle it my own way...there they are...soothing my soul.