It is summer time and I am looking out the window at the greenest green. It is ironic that I am feeling my bluest blue. Beneath the blue I can feel my red anger bubbling through at the Power that made me this way. But I suppose that HE has a reason. That is what Caroline Myss says. There are no accidents. There is a plan, a story, a drama to be played out. I will wait and see.
I will sit and stay with my feelings and not run away. If I expect Sheba to listen to me, I have to listen to myself first. Sit and stay. Nothing will hurt me…. even when the clouds cast a shadow over me, I feel my skin crawl and someone is walking over my grave. Sit and stay. Everything is copacetic…A okay!
I sit and count my blessings. I sit and feel my discomfort, my pain. I sit and do my breath counts. I sit and plan my projects, the books I will write…on my life and times as a child in China, as an immigrant in a small town, as a nurse, as a…… I breathe in and out, counting the cross stitches on my Jesus picture. I see the loaves of bread and the potato biscuits I made yesterday. I sit and see the joy running in Sheba and I know that there is a higher power and purpose and know that this, too, shall pass.
And now, it is time to get up and MOVE…and do all those ordinary little things that add up to a life.
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