Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.
Ovid (43 BC – 17 AD)
I am here in Newport News. I was ambivalent about making this trip. I knew it would be a long drive and I had left packing for the last minute. I came home from the gym yesterday and thought “If I don’t do this today, I’ll never do it.” When my brother called to see if I wanted to watch my niece at her gymnastics class, I jumped at the chance. I returned from gymnastics, packed the car, ran some errands and was on the road at 12:30.
I am staying in a 3 bedroom townhouse with 2 nuns who are both PHDs in Psychology. One is a dear friend who I have seen a grand total of 5 times in the last 12 years. It is a blessing to be able to share this time with her. (Right now I’m at a local Starbucks while she works with her clients.)
The other sister is an older woman who is a nurse as well as a psychologist and within the first 10 minutes of our relationship she had given me a book and an introduction to a methodology for controlling the chronic pain that I suffer.
I knew that both sisters would be working for the better part of the day today and that my time with my friend would be limited but this has turned into a mini-retreat.
The room where I sleep doubles as their chapel. I went to bed at 11 last night and slept until 9 – it was amazing!
I am feeling peaceful in the silence. I am feeling God’s presence all around me.
I may never leave.
You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.
My buddy over at The Poor Excuse made my heart leap today. Her words touched me in a way that, after my morning workout and coffee, i felt like a million bucks. If you want to read her (and you should), I’ll pass along the url. In the meantime, here’s her stuff.
On Shouting for Joy
November 27, 2007 by Poor Excuse
Hearken, youse! Hearken and shout! Whoot whoot! Who are we – really ask yourselves – that we get to live in a universe this frickin’ amazing? Let your hearts get split wide open.
The video will be the best spent 5 minutes of your day! As my therapist mentioned last night, grace is all around us, there for the taking. If we don’t reach out and grab it, we’ve missed an opportunity to be blessed.
During my sleepless wanderings, I was delighted to learn that we’ll be singing “I’ll Be There” again real soon!
Equally delightful is the fact that we can look forward to a better world, one person at a time. Read about Matt here.
And of course, the absolute piece de resistance is this: Toga Party is open for the holidays. Let’s get our tinsel on!
To die is nothing; but it is terrible not to live.
Victor Hugo (1802 – 1885), Les Miserables
I was going to do a post about Thanksgiving but I just couldn’t get my head around it.
I was going to do a post about the approach of Advent and Christmas but it’s cold and rainy and I want to go back to bed.
I’m unemployed and wasting time like nobody’s business.
I called my therapist and I feel like that is a positive step along with going to the gym this morning. I also prayed my daily prayers.
I called my friend, Pam, and have made plans for a visit mid-week – another positive step.
I am paralyzed with fear and dread – my son is in turmoil because he doesn’t have a college degree and the resume’ he sent for potential employment didn’t present him in a good enough light to even get an interview scheduled so that he could talk through all of the experience he has. My husband is living 450 miles away in a one bedroom/one bath apartment. His company has relocated and he is working there because well, he’s old.
And, oh my God, the most amazing thing happened. I was just talking to may aunt who fell a week ago in center city and sprained and/or fractured her ankle. We had her out here “in the country” for Thanksgiving and took her back yesterday afternoon. We talked about the amazing football game that we watched last night and we talked about her homecoming. And then we talked about this depression and anxiety that has been a little overwhelming lately. And I cried – something I don’t do often enough. And it felt good. And it feels better.
In time s like this, medication helps. And darn it, so does exercise. Those endorphins are powerful critters. Eating right is key as well. A good old-fashioned cry: priceless!
Ok, I ‘m done with my pity party and I’m going to get to work. No Internet until this room is sparkling!
This is what I’ve been up to on my days off.
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, “My son, the battle is between two ‘wolves’ inside us all. One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego. The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.” The grandson thought about it for a minute And then asked his grandfather,”Which wolf wins?” The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”
So I am back to not sleeping. I guess I am worried about bills and stuff that needs to be done. I can make some minimum payments and we’ll be fine until some benefits kick in. It’s just crazy to be in this position.
At first I was angry – and I mean like for 15 minutes. Then I was sad and that’s because of the relationships that have been formed. And now – I am thankful.