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I’m not sure if you are like me, but I wear some type of stone every single day, even when I sleep. Now, I’m not including my wedding set, but other stones.  I have a rose quartz bracelet, a red tigers eye bracelet, various pendants and rings.

Lately, though, I’ve noticed that I need to take a break from wearing them now and again. One day I noticed that the bracelets felt awful and heavy on my wrist (a new feeling for me) so I took them off and put them on the windowsill so they could catch the moonlight. I woke in the morning and went to put them back on and they still felt heavy. 

Today is a hard day. I'm glad it's raining. My middle child, my sweet shy,, cautious daughter is at her last day in high school. It is the ending of a phase in her life and the beautiful beginning of another.

This one is especially hard. I don't know why it is, it shouldn't, I have one more child to get through high school before we are "empty nesters". But this is my sweet Marie. My highly intuitive, empathetic one. She feels everything around her. 

It's been busy around here. Although the shop is doing well, I was talked into taking a part time job answering phones for four hours a day. I now will need to adjust the hours at my little shop. I believe that it will still go well though.

I am blessed at the reception I'm receiving. So far all good responses. This has taught me that no matter what a few say about my beliefs and customs that if I keep pressing along, I can be accepted for who I am and what I do, not what I believe. Although I won't stop holding my breath just yet.

I pride myself as being part of a family unit that is not quick to judge people. We have raised the kids to look at the bigger picture, listen to others, do some investigation before judging. Give the person some time to show their true self. When you are quick to judge, you miss out on a potential trustworthy friendship.

Yet, as I write this, I find us judging a young man. And I'm torn.

I have been working on crocheting this blanket for nearly 2 years now. It's the project I grab whenever we go on a long car ride (an hour or so at least) just to work on while I'm sitting and riding.

My mom asked me the other day "who's that for?" No one. "Why are you making it?" I really don't know. I like the colors of the yarn - Mandala yarn from Walmart - and I'm only using the slip stitch so there are no "toe holes" that catch your toes and let cold air in. Other than that, this blanket has no meaning.

The snow has finally arrived here in NW PA. 

It's a mixed blessing for me. I worry about my young drivers, I worry about my husband who drives for a living, I worry about me driving. Icy snowy roads make me nervous, and here I am, living on top of a hill that I have to descend to get anywhere. As well, to get anywhere in this town, you either have to go up or down a hill.

"Do this" "Do that" "You can't do it like that" "Eat this" Eat that" 

We are constantly told what we should do and the stress we feel when we ignore these "suggestions" can be immense.