sheesh

Life is often shitty. You know that weird and random and anonymous saying that goes like this,

'My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me
I may but choose the colours,
He worketh steadily.
Full oft He weaveth sorrow
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.'

For someone who loves thread and knitting and sewing blah blah blah, it's appealing to me. But sometimes, honestly, the 'underside' is just a drab and dreary and terrible side to be looking from. It includes, foodstamps, living significantly below the federal poverty line, sleeping in a laundry, the scourge of cancer, being thrust into a swirling maelstrom of church politics and feminism and being the terrible liberal, and pretty much being on the other side of the world from my family.

So I am waiting, not very patiently, for life to become nice. And easy. And filled with the hope of impending Christmas presents.

Love
Jane.
xx