It's been a busy week. I've been taking a "gap week;" my lariat necklace took a lot of my time and energy, and I've been devoting myself to doing things that I let slide while I was netting.
Because of the recent rains, the weeds have grown like topsy in our yard; I've extended the Maginot Line a foot or two, and pushed the weeds back down the hill from my flower garden; it will take extreme vigilance to keep them from creeping back.
I've been thinking a lot, lately, about what is and what is not . . . and what I can create and what I can't. I think I love gardening and beading so much because I can create in those areas; given enough time and work I can make things that were not there before. Making things is, perhaps, my greatest joy.
Coupled with the joy that comes from creation is the sorrow of realizing that there are things I cannot make happen; I am not always able to focus on the joy, there are times with the sorrow overwhelms me. I guess I need to feel that part of it, too.
Even Jesus wept.