Bring me little water, Sylvie

I started this post over a week ago, during the time when I sent out my battle cry for prayers. This was the song in my heart the day that we fasted together and I'm singing it again right now. I dedicate it to you. Of course there's a story that goes with it, but that's going to have to wait a little longer till I have time to finish writing it out—maybe later today, maybe Wednesday. Meanwhile, I'll just say this—when I let my little world know about this cancer scare Rob and I are facing and asked for support, one of my brothers-in-law was quick to respond and commit his family of six to carrying buckets of love and faith and healing effort to help put out this fire. Suddenly I saw in my mind's eye an entire "village" of family and friends and caring neighbors turning out and forming one big beautiful bucket brigade. I can't tell you how it touched me.

We are all part of each other's bucket brigades, and I love that. I'm here to help you put out your fires and you're here to help me put out mine. And if the flames turn out to be stronger than we are, we can at least roast marshmallows and make s'mores.

When I came across this song last weekend I listened to it a zillion times, and laughed and cried. I thought of you. This song's for you!

(Characteristically rambling story to come later, I promise.)

P.S. THANK YOU, darling C Jane, and THANK YOU, Red Apple Cottage for treating me and my sweet to a night in San Pete! I'm thrilled!)

Homespun meets the glossies

Rob and I are among many featured LDS artists in the current issue of a new mag. You can read it online here.

TIPS:

If you want to leave a comment, read the regular web version of our article.

If you want to view the actual print layout of the article and see the photos full-size (including one which makes me look positively lumpy, but ask me if I care), read the PDF version.

(It's better with big pictures, I think.)

Multitasking

It's my last hurrah

. . . at Segullah! 

Hey, look at that. I made a POME. 

I've turned into one of those women

who occasionally post a message like this:

Hey! Head on over to Segullah! I'm a guest blogger today!

Thanks for your kind indulgence.

Most sincerely yours,
Geo

A regular prophetess

Hey, what was I just telling you? Looky, looky!

Hey, remember me?

Just you wait. I've got something fun to tell you.

No, it's not that. I wish.

And yes, you can take this as proof that I am an official Anthrax survivor. Okay, maybe it was only a really ugly devil-flu, but Lois called it Anthrax, and I believe everything Lois tells me. Except, of course, that her name is Lois. But that's beside the point.

Gotta sleep now. I will spill my guts soon.

xo

P.S. Thanks for being concerned about me, those of you who were.

Happy trails to you till we meet again

Well, pardners, sure as shootin', it's gittin' about time fer us to bridle on up the horses an' ride off into the sunrise. See y'all next week. El Paso, here we come!

Love,
Saddle Sore Sally

My fifteen seconds of fame

Remember I told you I volunteered to transcribe episodes of my favorite podcast, Morning Stories? And remember that I explained how I included some feedback with my work? Well, I found out tonight that I was quoted in one of the recent shows, along with two of the other transcriptionists. Want to hear? Click on this link, then look under the AUDIO section for "Between the Lines" and click "Download." Up will pop a small audio player and you can listen to the podcast. When you're finished, maybe you'll want to go to the main archive page and listen to some stories. Or start here, with some mug shots.

Then, if you want to totally reinforce my brag-a-rama, read this and shout hurrah for generous linkers who spread the word about Morning Stories!