I have been saying dirty hands are healing hands for decades, and now
science is backing me up ;-)
I can’t wait to get my hands dirty in a few
weeks – it’s still too wet and cold here to get out into my gardening area.
I’m
going to try to get to the Adna Nursery around Mother’s Day; Bob took me
there every Spring to get my onion, tomato, and pepper starts – I think I can remember
how to get there.
Adna Nursery receipt from our 2018 Spring gardening trip, April 15th. I said “next month” on the video … but they don’t actually open for business until April 15th every year – I’m just chopping at the bit to get my hands dirty. LOL!
Route directions I jotted down along the way; while Bob drove: I just wanted to be sure I could drive us to and fro if Bob wanted a break from driving … I had no idea then that Bob would be gone, and I would need to rely so heavily on them.
I wasn’t very happy with the starts that were
shipped from Territorial Seeds last Spring: they didn’t do well at all last
year – in fact, the peppers never did recover … and the onions sets limped
along.
Of course, I couldn’t spend as much time as I
usually do outside in my garden last year. ron’s house was up for sale, but it didn’t
sell right away – he was holding out for more $$$$$; and every time I went
outside, he’d find an excuse to be outside too, to make my life miserable –
glaring at me while I tended to my garden beds, standing right next to the
property line blowing smoke in my face, boldly cutting across the front of our property
and crossing between my garden boxes to get to his property, actually telling
me to ‘go back inside your house’: he was going out of his way to annoy the
hell out of me. One day when he snapped, ‘go back inside your house’, I
finally had enough off his bullshit and candy pooh-poohing his outrageous
behavior, and told him he had no authority over me at all; and if he didn’t
like me being outside, HE could go back into HIS house. I also told him that he
killed my husband with his constant paranoid bitching. That was the last I
heard from ron … he moved in with his girlfriend up the street, and accepted
the bid he had had on his house. Bob didn’t miraculously come back to me, but life
was tolerable again.
I hope I have a better gardening experience
this year.
Bob was in one of my dreams this morning –
the one just before I woke up: in the dream, it was storming with slashing rainfall.
I heard him (his voice sounded so good to my ears!) say, ‘Val, look.’
And I looked out the front LV window to see a strong wind keep pushing at the ‘WELCOME’
double shepherd’s hook he has put in place a year ago … it was being pushed to
the ground by the wind; the bird house he built me, and the bird feeder he
built me were broken. I woke up – I didn’t want to see any more.
I don’t like dreams that leave my spirit
feeling disquieted.
Dreaming of something broken symbolizes
stress, damage, or loss in the awake life of the dreamer (yes; I have been stressed, my life has been damaged on several
levels, and I have suffered the greatest loss of my entire life). If the broken item happens to
be the dreamer’s favorite object, the dream is suggesting that changes must be
made and the dreamer has to let go of something … or move on from the past (Bob made the bird house and bird feeder for me 7 years ago; I
KNOW I have to let go and move on … just not sure HOW to do that). To dream of something breaking
implies that changes are taking place – or the dreamer needs to change the
direction of their life; it can also mean that the dreamer needs to take a
break from everything happening in and around their life: or there are financial
difficulties (I am aware that changes need to
take place - and are taking place. I have done what I can to eliminate
stressors. And as far as I know, my finances are doing okay). When we let go of something
precious, it is okay to grieve it – to feel sad. Dreams of broken things may be
a request to honor what is passing: broken things in dreams may be exploring
our feelings around those things.
I know what my “issue” is; and I am working
on it. I was married to the love of my life for 44 years – I loved him for 52
years … I love him still. It will take longer than 14 months to “get over it”.
I am moving forward as best I can at the moment.
Meanwhile, since I can’t get my hands dirty
yet; and moving forward is temporarily between a rock and a hard place, I’m
working on Spring-themed dustcovers for my countertop cooking appliances. I
finished a Dahlia trimmed cover for the 3-pot crockpot the other day (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/02/mod-dahlia-dustcover-3-pot-crockpot.html), and last night I worked on a
cover for the electric skillet – I should have it finished by tonight.
That is the plan ;-)
Corner detail for electric skillet Spring themed dust cover.
Nearly finished. I stopped work on it at midnight last night.
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