SPEND YOUR TIME WISELY

This morning, after listening to my weekly news update (I only allow myself one of those “news” updates), I washed that nonsense out of my hair/got dressed/and visited with friends for a good part of the day.

There were no more sleeveless tops in the closet, so I chose a top I hoped wouldn’t get stuck to my healing shoulder wound – I only do laundry every two weeks … and my stupidity bruising episode, happened fairly recently (last Tuesday morning); the sleeveless tops I need still need a few more days drying time. I like my clothes dry-dry; and they tend to shrink in the dryer, so I line dry them (plus, they fit over my breasts area more comfortably when not dried in the dryer 😉).

My biggest hurdle with the bruising is my bra strap ...

The tops I need ... need a bit more hanging time.

Wearing this gauzy top today because all my sleeveless tops are still drying ...

59-degrees with 95-percent humidity!

I spent about 2 hours with friends at Oak Point, then on my way home I got a call inviting me to Supper out Coal Creek; my friends in the country there, had not yet seen my bruising, though they knew about it.

So, when I sat down in a patio chair on their sunny patio, the first thing said in unison was: ‘Let us see’ – and I showed them (removing my sunglasses, and lifting my top sleeve), laughing while I told then how it all happened – ending with, “I feel so stupid.”

My ‘Blame It On The Moon’ Post: https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2022/07/blame-it-on-moon.html

Bless F’s heart, he hauled out his cell phone and showed me pictures of his falling snafu, saying, “At our age, we need to slow down and not be in such a hurry: we don’t bounce like we used to”.

Agreed 😉

My face scrape ‘scabbing’ sloughed off this afternoon.

I have been blessed with good friends 😊

I spent another 2 hours in the country, a little closer to home; before parking the car in the carport back home that claimed some of my face and shoulder skin a few days ago.

I changed my sandals for flip-flops, and went outside to water my flowerbeds and garden area.

The garden hose was seriously leaking at the hose and water-wand junction. Several times I turned the water off and tried to figure out what the problem was – eventually, I settled on the thought that the rubber washer was missing (a memory of Bob replacing these things in the kitchen faucet when water sprayed everywhere, popped into my thoughts); I looked all around the area the water-wand had been resting between uses. Nothing. So, I finished watering the garden: getting my pant leg and flip-flops wet.

The flowers in the front flowerbeds are spotty (some died off following the surprise late-season snow); my flowerbeds look like they have mange. The veggie plantings are struggling to get up to speed, due to the late-season sowing (most of my onion transplants died due to the torrential rainfall that followed the aforementioned snow – and it’s too late to replant). All that is really thriving is the apples trees, blueberry bushes, strawberries (behind schedule), and nasturtiums.

Golden Purslane & Miner's Letuce; great in salads - good to eat right out of the garden ;-)

Peach Sorbet Blueberry; lots of big, fat, juicy, sweet-tasting berries!

June bearing strawberries makiing an appearance; spit bug activity.

Nasturtium; leaves make a nice peppery addition to salads - flowers are edible, too.

As I turned off the faucet, and was rolling the hose up for storage in its basket … I saw the black rubber washer in the basket bottom. So, I slipped it back in place 😉

Sealing Washers.

It was an eventful day today.

Some of the stuff learned was frustratingly annoying – like the news: I gave it little time to eat into my day.

‘Is There a Vaccine for Donkeypox?’ Post: https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2022/07/is-there-vaccine-for-donkeypox.html

Some stuff was highly enjoyable – like shooting the breeze with friends.

Some stuff was dutifully necessary – like watering the gardens, and hoping my tender bruised areas wouldn’t get sunburned and complicate the healing process.

The shoulder scabbing will take longer.

Everything is right on schedule in the Healing Department; it really looks worse than it actually IS. My pride suffered the most damage ;-)

Some stuff was done while stretching my comfort zone a bit – like talking to a semi-stranger on the phone (semi, because we’ve only ever communicated on FB; this evening I called his hospital room to see how he’s doing). I knew him briefly in high school, and I know he doesn’t have anyone in his life at the moment … and a lengthy hospital stay can wear on the nerves and emotions.

He came into my life 3½ years ago, and encouraged me with kindness and shared his memories of Bob with me through the first year of widowhood; if I can help him in this small way (a voice on the airwaves), that is what friends are for.

RED EYELINER

I watered the garden area this afternoon, then came inside to wash my wounds – my garden area is not a sterile environment, and washing the lacerations with hot soap and water would keep infections at bay.

I did a double-take when I saw my eye; there was a perfectly defined red line along the upper lash line 😉

Red eyeliner; courtesy of Mother Nature.

My face looks bad … but it really is healing very quickly 😊

And I got a laugh out of the bright red eyeliner.

SHAMMES

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEt7I8tM97M)

The ninth candle (the middle candle) in the Hanukkah candelabra is called “the servant candle” because it represents Yeshua, Who is Light – and Who gives light to those seeking illumination. The shammes candle is lit first … then all the other candles are lit on their respective nights, one by one, from left to right.

Tonight, the last Hanukkah Night of 2021, I am going to refer to this shammes candle as “a private detective”.

Why would I do this?

Because this year, I am stepping aside in all areas of my life; and allowing the Ruach Ha’Kodesh to sort through the ruins of my life to strengthen and rebuild my new life, so that when the call comes, I can meet it in full confidence of purpose and promised fulfillment.

Til The Walls fall Down: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PceFpWeJ62o)

In survival mode to get through the hard months of widowhood I built walls around my heart, and my mind; to dull the pain, and blunt the maliciousness thrown my way. 

And those walls erected helped in my healing.

But it's time the walls come down, now.

I am much stronger this year – physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

As the shammes candle is lit, I agree that it is time to step forward and provide assistance to those Elohim puts across my path, as the healing love of Yeshua continues to nourish my soul and restore my spirit; as I have been helped, so I will help.

So help me, God.

Last Night.

“I can do all things through Messiah Yeshua” (Philippians 4:13).

Philippians 4:13

As the first candle is lit, I pray that those who are feeling lost will find their way to The Light that will illuminate their way out of darkness.

As the second candle is lit, I pray that the Ruach Ha’Kodesh will bring the warmth of salvation and/or spiritual renewal to those who feel the chill of bitterness on their bodies, their hearts, and within their souls.

As the third candles is lit, I pray that those who are sorrowful will have their lives/spirits brightened again with the hope and joy that only Yeshua can give them.

As the fourth candles is lit, I pray that creativity and inspiration will once again flourish, despite the oppressive staunching of spirits during this age of covid madness, and era of political upheaval that has everyone at war with each other.

As the fifth candle is lit, I pray that Yeshua’s Light will bring clarity to places of confusion – and reveal truths that need to be known for healing.

As the sixth candle is lit, I pray that the Light’s bright flame will fuel the passions of those wishing to change their lives for the better: thereby improving their small corner of the world for all in their immediate vicinity.

As the seventh candle is lit, I pray that Yeshua’s love light will illuminate the places of brokenness that needs to be healed in ourselves, in others, in the world at large … and be a beacon that propels us forward in the journey to wholeness.

And as the last candle, the eighth wick is lit, I pray that Yeshua, the Light of the world, would brightly shine curative/restorative love upon those souls in conflict – to replace ignorance with knowledge, fear with peace, hatred with understanding … and bolster them with courageous love live Life abundantly with grace, joy, and prosperity.