sigh... another ironing day

The US Open kept me company while I dealt with the pile of fabric I pulled out of the cupboard. I turned out to be more work than I anticipated -- lots of small pieces. I started drawing in the journal first and was planning to go back and add some thoughts but I'm drained and decided 'it is what it is.' The good news is that I am nearly done. I figure I have a little more than an hours worth of work and I am so happy to be starting September with all my fabric organized. **Happy Dance ^_^**


Living consciously...

Hendricks writes of the Catholic practice of confession and then in the day's practice asks to focus on one behavior imperfection and identify a way that you can expiate this behavior.

I have had my own issues with Catholicism and tried to understand, at fifteen, how three Hail Mary's and Act of Contrition would expiate my sin of "sassing" my parents made sense. I was, then and am now, an imperfect creature -- a work in progress. "Sassing" wasn't my sin -- impatience and the immaturity to effectively communicate was my behavior imperfection and it took time for me to be aware that that behavior didn't work for me. I'm trying to adjust the vertical and horizontal holds on my behavior all the time... it's being aware that the picture is less than perfect and doing something about it before it becomes a problem.

I've become aware that I don't maintain eye contact with people the way I use to and I, recently, figured out why. With the changes in my vision, faces are beginning to be out of focus and I find it hard to deal with. My behavior imperfection is in not dealing with it -- just let it slide -- work on it manana.
OMG, I am heartily sorry...