About martha0stout

I like to read and write and hang out with my family and friends. I currently live on a farm and all that such a living entails.

Bright and Chilly Morning – Wordless Wednesday

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image: from martha0stout’s phone

Movement, Please

Can’t seem to move forward
Really thought this’d have some momentum
Aware this slump will pass
Waiting while backsliding
Learning lessons again and again

Sorry. Was feeling a little down there for a bit, but my nephew came in and helped me with something completely unrelated to what I was down about and now I feel better.

Sometimes we really do need all the reviews for life lessons that we can get because we’re human. We’re not always going to remember what they are.

Gates For Thought – Thankful Thursday

Got to stop progression
And wait for things to come
The moment isn’t here yet
Evening hasn’t rung

Sometimes we have to slow down. We live in a world that wants instant gratification. Wants thingsĀ now and not later. We want that, too. We don’t want to wait and sit still, don’t want to acknowledge that we can’t run when it’s hard to even just walk

We want to do things, we want to do them when we want to.

But sometimes we need to slow down and wait. Not because patience is a virtue, but because we need to move slowly so as not to hurt ourselves. You don’t expect something broken and just glued back together to be hardened and solid for a while, after all. We need to remember that about ourselves as well.

This was supposed to be a post on how I’m still grateful for child gates as we have to use one to keep the dogs away from a section of drywall we have to replace while renovating the kitchen. Then I got tired and distracted. Still, I am grateful for the gates not just for how I’ve needed to use them, but also for when something like this makes me think.

Like In Stories

Perhaps you think it’s nothing
Lost in the mess of life
Often no good can come of pain
Though often enough, you forget the joy of dancing in the rain

I’ve been thinking today about how my brother met his wife. Their’s is my second favorite love story and not, as some of my friends would likely say, because of how they met, but because they’ve had hard times and worked hard to come through them as they entered them.

Together.

Because when something or someone is the most important to you, you aren’t going to let anything else get between you or they. They loved each other and wanted to always stand together even if they were trying not to fall over as the ground rumbled and heaved beneath them. I’ve watched their love for one another grow and it is beautiful.

As for how they met?

They were introduced over a dead body.

They had both been called to stay with a friend who had gone to check on an elderly relative only to find said relative had passed. My brother and sister-in-law managed to get there before paramedics and sat with their friend in the room with his relative. So they were introduced over a dead body.

Their friend was at their wedding and reception and said something about how only these two would make a connection at a time like that, but he was glad they did so.

We always need a reminder that there are good things in life, most especially when it seems life is at its darkest for us.