Ditty Wa Ditty

Learning To Play
Originally uploaded by Bleached Linen.

My brother is teaching my son to play a ditty. I watch from the couch where I sit nursing my youngest child. I am moved by the way Jonathan looks up to his uncle, hangs on his every word. I listen to them play together. I marvel at the intensity of this eleven year old child attempting to master a new song. I pray that this desire will intensify as he gets older, that he will create something unique and beautiful with his music, as I know he has the talent to do. I pray that he will continue to listen to his elders, to allow himself to be guided, even when he wants to go his own way. And that finally, he will go his own way even when others are intent on guiding him.

Pregnant Bellies

Pregnant Bellies
Originally uploaded by Bleached Linen.

One of these pregnant bellies isn't pregnant anymore. Can you guess which one???
Congratulations to one of my dearest friends on the birth of her son. I am overcome, amazed, excited, filled with wonderment and can not wait to meet this little dark haired boy.

It is one thing to say Fret Not...

Benches at Point Holmes
Originally uploaded by Bleached Linen.

Yesterday morning I sat at the kitchen table reading a page from my devotional book. As I attempted to shake the anxiety that I was feeling I read these words:

"It is one thing to say Fret not, but a very different thing to have such a disposition that you find yourself able not to fret..."

It was as if it was written especially for me; to remind me that my current state of mind is a 'disposition' and something I have ultimate control over.

The anxiety I feel as my husband searches out new work (very possibly in a new city...) and as I search out my place in the life we have created is acentuated when I allow myself to fret over the unknown details.