WHERE DOES IT COME FROM?

 I have to admit that often I say my inspiration arrives, as for Calvin of Calvin and Hobbes, in last-minute panic.

This time the arrival was far more peaceful and kind of developed over a bit of time.

In September student Camillia (always full of laughter and joy) brought me a crow card she had purchased on her magnificent summer trip to visit baseball parks. I was enamored, but did not see myself doing anything like it.

Yet, the seed was planted. Seems as soon as everything was boxed and ready for the Sawdust Festival's Winter Fantasy I had time on my hands for pure play. Why it went to creating stamps that then became printed cards I can't really say. But there it is. Six individual, different designs--all crows of course! It was a lot of fun. Now what to do with them? Send short personal notes, I suppose. Or make more. Or......????

NOW THAT'S INCONVENIENT! TWO EXTREMES

Sister's broken leg

Much of life is made of inopportune things, glitches in our plans. Far too often we say, "I don't have time for this!" 

As I struggled with my morning-cold fingers to re-thread the black cord through a pair of pants, these words came to mind. How foolish of me, though, really. Fretting over these glitches is not the answer.

On Sunday, my sister, who is my mother's primary caregiver, was in an accident that left her in the hospital with the contraption pictured here on her right leg. Three months without putting any weight on it. Inconvenient? You bet! Does she have time for this? Weeeelll.

As Pollyanna-esque as it may sound, perhaps there is a gift here somewhere. Whether a misplaced cord or a broken leg, resisting what IS is certainly a waste of time. Ranting and other angry responses serve no purpose. So, what if, instead, the newly changed circumstance is a gift? Just a thought. Something to ponder. 

William James said it well:"Be willing to have it so acceptance of what has happened is the first step to overcoming the consequences of any misfortune."