Where am I this fine Saturday morning? I am not behind. It is almost 11:30. The sun is just giving me a big burst of hello.
I was planning to be out in the dog park before lunch and stopping at London Drugs to get some pictures developed to send to Rod’s Auntie Flo. But getting photos transferred from one gadget to another took me longer than expected. No matter how fast and expedient our igadets are, things cannot be done with just a blink of an eye…unless Genies really exist. Have you heard of the TV series, I Dream of Jeannie?
So I am just changing the order of my to do list. I have this time and space before lunch. It is mine to write, to mark my progress, to breathe, to enjoy and celebrate with the sun. I am remembering how wonderful I felt talking to the woman from the Holy Spirit Parish Office yesterday. It is her acceptance of my request and no trying to change my mind. I remember my body going ahhhhh. Have you ever felt that sense of relief and connection talking to someone unseen and unknown over the phone?
It is that kind of acceptance of who we are that we all long for. It is for me, anyways. Sometimes, I have this great loneliness in me that seems impossible. I feel this great big hole that is unfillable. Is there such a word? Have you ever felt that way? Those are the times when I phone people and the whole universe is out in the malls or at Walmart. I should have been phoning God instead.
He must have heard me just now. The sun is so bright, lighting up the whole sunroom. And I am toasty warm. This morning the scale says I’m 2 pounds lighter..before a breakfast of one poached egg on toast. I am keeping a food diary to keep track of my intake, what food agrees with me and what doesn’t. Results require effort and consciousness!
My time and space are up. It is time to think about lunch.