I was on my back porch sorting seeds I had dried from last year, basking not in the sun, but in the unusually cooler weather of an early Texas fall. The rain fell with a steady thrum, surrounding the perimeter of the porch, giving me the illusion of resting in a tent with the flaps open.
Do we sometimes want the crazies in our lives to stay crazy so that we can continue in the role we’re used to? We pray for change, but do we really want it? Healing will turn roles upside down and change the entire environment. Your own family and friends might not “like” the new you transformed by healing.
Visualize the stance of the long jump track star when he/she completes the soaring leap and lands heels first in the sand pit. That’s a perfectly succinct snap shot of the phrase, “dig your heels in!”
My daily egg harvest gives me so much joy! The whole undertaking of visiting my chickens every morning reminds me to grab the preciousness of each moment, to live in the present, and to pay attention. I’m reminded to not rush through a task, negatively dressing it as a chore to be checked off. Am I guilty of thinking, “what do I have to do next?”
It’s been a few weeks since my sister’s passing. I receive phone calls daily from those loved ones who want to be reassured that I’m OK. Somedays I pour out my angst, rage, sadness, and tears. Other condolence sessions are not as verbose.
I come to the garden alone
while the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
the voice to me is calling.