As I mentioned briefly before, Suna went on a weekend sabbatical with some of her friends. They went to Fredricksburg to shop and learn to bead. (It still seems strange to me to use bead as a verb, almost as weird as using defense as a verb.) By all accounts, they had a lovely, relaxing time.
She brought me back a present. It’s a lovely
American Indians have long used rattles during ceremonies to ensure blessings upon their crops. Use this rattle to help rattle some rain into your life [always needed here in Central Texas], some rain out of your life, to help rattle your worries away, or just to keep your papers from blowing away.
So that’s what I’m grateful for this week—a partner who thinks of me when she’s away and shows me such support and kindness when she’s here. She seldom raises her voice, and I really appreciate that, too.