My husband just left for work. We have a morning routine where we exchange thoughts, prayers, blessings for a few moments before he heads out the door. This morning he played a couple of hymns I like on the piano and I sang along. Feeling cheerful and uplifted, I told him I am beginning to find my niche within this Mormon structure. Afterwards, when we shared our together time he said in passing he liked what was happening for me and it was our 'baby'. Oh so much more profound than he could have known when he said it, I stopped in my tracks to consider it and told him that is exactly what I have been doing since February, like tending to a newborn, I have been giving full borne attention daily to nurturing this newborn, leaving off attending to other elements in my life that for the moment have taken on a lower priority.
A symbolic concept, to be sure, and I like it. It is our baby, our newborn, and deserving of the attention being given to care for, nurture, and give time for this child to become the center of our lives. A labor of love, in the woman's way of creating life, giving birth, attending to the new child. I love the symbology and it does indeed reflect the loving time we have shared and given to creating this new life. I hold it dear, we hold it dear. Amazing what a few words will inspire in imagery.
At the chili feed we met new friends who are from the visiting Ward, had some fun exchanged with them when we explained why we were not going to be at Sunday services in that we planned a drive up the Washington coast to the new town Seabrook or south down the Oregon coast. Explaining the concept of Seabrook as a new coastal community designed to be a walk about community and our new friends trying to imagine it brought up the word commune, which became a running joke for all of us over the next two days. We also met a young man from the visiting Ward who is stationed at Fort Lewis and will be deploying to Afghanistan in next two weeks. He shared conversation with my granddaughter and I asked if I could send him letters, post cards, care packages while he is deployed. He agreed, although, I'm sure he is surrounded by family who will be sending him all those things and more. Since my granddaughter has her stepfather deployed in Afghanistan just now, it was meaningful to me that this chance encounter with another young soldier headed for the same destination should fall into our laps.
Our affection for this lovely elderly couple is growing, and since they are in their spry 80's, we know our time with them is short, and we know it will be meaningful. He is WW 11 veteran, and I made a mental note that he was wearing his cap to the camp out on Memorial Day weekend. We must invite them to dinner at our house soon, they have twice now had us to Sunday dinner at their home.
My husband will be going with his home teaching companion (the same man of the elderly couple I mentioned) early this month and surprisingly (or not) enough their lesson will be on tithing. Which is the lesson I had to instruct on 3rd Sunday last month. A person could start to think there is a message we are to be receiving and assimilating. Since he and I spent a lot of time processing the preparation I put into giving the lesson, he will be using some of that material and reassembling it in his own manner for his home teaching assignment this month. He and his teaching companion agreed to trade off every month in who would give the lesson, and this month it will be my husband's turn to present the lesson.
I'm still waiting for my visiting teacher assignments, there has been some sort of interruption for Relief Society President who is taking some time off just now and her newly called Counselors are picking up the slack. I'm in no hurry, all in good time. Meanwhile, the studies, podcasts, reading, blogs, books keep my time fully engaged.
'Be Still My Soul'