- Visit the Ark
- Make pumpkin soap
- Make a pumpkin sugar scrub
- Visit the apple orchard
- Can applesauce for the winter months
- Make a sour dough starter
- Make six different kinds of breads (one a week)
- Try six new soup recipes (one a week)
- Open the windows and let the breeze blow through as often as possible
- Move my sewing room upstairs
- Piece a quilt top
- Make soup cozies
- Start a nature journal (I love fall foliage.)
- Go to as many little league ball games as I can (my grandsons play)
- Buy a fall scented Yankee Candle
- Buy mums
Cancer. I hate the word. I hate the disease.
Almost a decade ago, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Triple negative breast cancer – not the deadliest kind, but close. It usually kills its victim within five years. I had it once, then had a local reoccurrence within two years. I could not imagine that I would live past five years, but I did.
Around five years ago, my oldest daughter was diagnosed with a very rare form of ovarian cancer. She was 27 years old, newly married. Within a short time, she had a full hysterectomy. Our hearts were crushed, but there was hope that the surgery had removed all vestiges of the cancer. It did not.
Three years ago, she found out that it had spread into her lungs, and her life has been a round of surgeries and strong chemo ever since. She has shown such strength and grace during this whole journey. I don’t have words to tell all there is to tell, and if I did, I would not do it. Not the details. That is her story, not mine.
I intend for this to give a little insight into what is always in the background. It is not the only thing, but it is a thing. And cancer has a way of commanding the attention in a way that other things do not. I’m not saying that is the right thing, just that it is a thing.
There are other things, of course, but I will not speak of them. Not yet, anyway. These thing are not as out front as the cancer is, but I carry them in my heart just the same.
If you have read this far, thank you. It is not my purpose to be a “Debbie Downer”. It is not an attempt to gain sympathy, or to imply that the “things” in my life are worse than in the lives of others. But before I go too far in this blog, it seems right to give this little peek into what shapes my world.
I leave you with this final thought from 1 Corinthians 10:13 (NLT)
“The temptations in your life are no different from what others experience. And God is faithful. He will not allow the temptation to be more than you can stand. When you are tempted, he will show you a way out so that you can endure.”
I am a writer wanna be.
The proper thing to say is that I am a writer – but I’m still a wanna be.
For the majority of my adult life, I have thought of myself as a gardener, a homeschooler, a homesteader, and the list goes on. I piddle at these things, but I’ve never excelled. If my family had been dependent on my homesteading skills, we would have starved decades ago.
For the last few years, I have tried to keep up with the idea of homesteading. Most days I force myself to go through the motions. Not all days, though. Some days I love it. I will always love it. But it no longer drives me. Others are better. I cannot let myself believe I am an expert gardener/homesteader. I care, but not enough. Not enough…
So if all the former definers of my life no longer fit, what does? I want to read, to study, and to write. I want to discover, and to share what I have discovered. This drives me, and when I find my “study” time limited, I become very frustrated.
Why write a post about this? To break the log jam. To put something (anything) out on my blog. To begin the process of writing.
Sage Vision is a place for stories, old and new. It’s a place for book reviews, for insights gleaned, for my own stories to start to take shape. And for all the love of books, there will be interwoven within this blog news of gardens, chickens, and other homestead and crafty things. It will be a human story of love, of sorrow, and of making sense of what it all means. It will be a story of hope. Join me for the journey.