Feeling Fragile. Feeling kinda like a chemistry experiment trying to decide whether to pop its cork or bust its beaker. This time tomorrow I expect to be standing on the train platform watching the newlyweds (2.5 years) parting company while the grandson and I oogle the steel wheels in the train yard. At least, I hope there will be steel wheels in the train yard before our train arrives. Austin doesn't have much of a train yard. . . Expectations have many ways of being disappointed. . .

Been prayer collecting within the homestead. Simple cosmic petitions for what each of us hope might come of the grand adventure. I am praying for a project of my own. Vertical farming/urban agriculture/bio-remediation and bee barges are the reason I chose Chicago. The slashed names are one theme with many different names in my personal time-line. I been tree hugging since long before the term, "Tree Hugger" was coined.

My beloved is praying for a changing of the guard. He has reached retirement age. Compulsive planner and work-a-holic that he is, this is a fearsome crossroad for him.

My co-traveler's husband (youngest son, 31) is praying to find his balance between family, career development and work. It is allot to juggle and he is currently setting up an on-line study plan.

DIL has not yet found her prayer for the trip. She is chewing on it, but it is not a requirement.

Both husbands are praying for the forming of a functional bond between their two wives. At present, we spend more time doing the MIL/DIL Waltz than communicating, but . . . We think we might be ready to learn some new steps to the dance. Small steps. Mindful of toes???

The pray the 20 month old child will be an accurate monitor for the emotional currents. . . Is it time to start teaching him how to stuff those inconvenient feelings???

Time to go repack . . . again. . .
Hyper-expression is one of my therapy bad girls. Just trying to channel.