On the news today, I heard a word that made me laugh out loud. . . “sanguine.” I love collecting words and sentences, so this one popped right out at me. The word morphed into a blog idea. So, with a big grin on my face, I grabbed one of my trusty spirals to quickly write down my thoughts before my brain cell spasms quit spazzing!
Some days are breathless, just like the end of a hot, record-breaking, parched, and dusty Texas summer. I feel claustrophobic from the suffocating stresses of life.
I have experienced that sometimes if I hold on to my coveted silence, tuck my feet under and really nestle into it, I am startled by any intrusion.
I’m into sewing and quilting on these blistering hot summer afternoons. It’s an escape into a cool air conditioned cave where I put my head down and get lost in fitting together color, shape, and a story.
Do you remember that picture in the old storybook about Paul Bunyan, the legendary logger who was so tall he could straddle a valley with a booted foot firmly planted on opposite mountain tops?
It seems like our American culture pounds us with messages to camouflage weakness, to vindicate contempt, to thwart persecution, to detour around frustration, and to blame away hardship.