Fall Days

The Red Tree
Leaves flutter down into a crimson pool, in light that can only be seen in fall. How is it that a blue sky can look so different in fall then it does in the summer or the spring. It's like the light changes and the blue has a season. The smell of fall has been particularly strong the last few days, falling dying leaves and wood smoke. I just couldn't resist a photo of this tree on the way to my sons school. I just wish I could capture the smell of it all bottle it and send it to whomever may be out there reading this. Is there anyone out there? Just nod if you can hear me......

Heather

While away...

Yes I was away for a little while. To a beautiful wedding in OR. My niece got married at a beautiful vineyard at sunset. An academy award winning cinematographer could not have set the scene any better.

It was also a wonderful time to see my brother and the rest of the West coast/Alaska family. We don't get nearly enough time together so all of us staying in the same house packed in together was fabulous. Nothing like those late night chats when it's quieted down. My brother and sister are older than me by 14 and 16 years respectively and because my sister is only a few hours away we have gotten to be really good friends over the years but my brother left for Alaska when I was about 6 or 7 and I never got to know him.

If I were to judge him by his children and their families and relationships I would say he is a very fine man indeed. He and his lovely wife have raised two beautiful children, though in their 30's we're closer in age! They are beautiful in every sense of the word, heart, soul, person. I must make a point of visiting more often. And also a point of getting to know my brother better. He's a good man and one I'd like to know.

Now onto Halloween, it's coming! I'm having a party Saturday for about 20 4 year olds! Yes you read that correctly 20 4 year olds. Should be fun and is only for two hours. Will post photos then with results.
In the mean time here's a cool bat blanket/wall hanging I made and will be using as a Halloween decoration.

Trying to find my way

How is it that we allow our selves to be lost? I've been in the process of finding out who I am for the last two years. Finally, finally I have a pretty good idea and am pleased with who I found. A kind compassionate, talented woman, who happens to be a great mom (not perfect, but great in my imperfection), a wife, gardener, creator, lover of animals.

Yet through that I hesitate on WIFE not that I don't want to be one but currently we are going through a really rough time. My husband has made an appointment to see a lawyer while I am away at my nieces wedding. I found the phone book open with a note on top. I don't know if he was going to tell me or not, but there it was. We've been struggling for a long time. I have been suffering from depression that has finally gotten mostly under control and going to therapy, reading Wayne Dyer, Mike Dooley and others to help me create my life. Yet the therapy has been only me, once in a session it was said, "If you fix her and she's happy. I'm fine." Hmmmm, lots of pressure on me, and by the way my name is Heather not her or she.

I'm not sure at all how I feel about it. Sad, scared, relieved, like a failure, like an idiot, are we doing the right thing? Am I unrealistic about what I'd like marriage to be? I don't know, I don't have the answers. It's all new, I'll have to look for my own lawyer too. I have no current job other than being a stay at home mom, unfortunately that doesn't pay.

I don't know, I'm tired, tired of needing to be "fixed" to please someone, tired of not being understood or appreciated, and tired of being blamed for all of it. I'm happy with who I am. Not always happy with what I do, but who of us hasn't wished we handled something better or had been a better person in a situation? Like I said I'm not perfect and don't pretend to be, but I'm also not the whole problem.

I just hope we can be adults about this. I don't want it to be ugly if it comes to divorce. There's no hate on my part, just frustration and disappointment.