Sunlight-Colored Roses

This weekend I reorganized my sewing room.

I went to the sewing room this morning and felt almost like someone else had done it. I worked so long at it yesterday I don’t think I noticed what I was doing anymore. I thought it looked wonderful, and I felt relaxed being there. My journals are within hand’s reach. I sat down at my desk with a cleared surface and wrote in two of my journals.

My dolls are organized with places for their clothing and toys. One of my violet plants stopped dying.

I seem to be in a mind where I worry. Right now I feel worried about what I eat. I worry about it from a calories standpoint and as an environmental responsibility, as far as the food itself and how it is packaged, health-wise, and additionally I don’t want to be eating something from a brutal situation.

I have been phasing out dairy and eggs from places other than my farm. I am not really phasing out honey. I have always been very interested in honey as an alternative to sugar. I felt a new dream today where I keep my own bees, and all my sugar will come from my own bees. And I won’t eat anyone else’s, kind of like the eggs. I don’t think honey is healthier than sugar. But I have always been very drawn to it.

I have become concerned about completely eliminating all fried food from my diet, all fast food and soft drinks. Eliminating any oils except for olive oil for cooking. And really reducing my flour and sugar.

I looked out the window at all the other farms we passed by on the way to Arlington. A woman was out working in her garden, which looked amazing. It was in the front yard, with high fences all around and the plants neatly caged and staked. She had beautiful long, gray hair, in wispy curls, pinned up in a bun with pieces falling back. She was wearing shorts. She looked very graceful.

I believe that being outdoors, making and tending in nature, would do so much for my looks and personality.