My Monday

It was a me-me-me day today. Needed some downtime and time to relax, so I headed off for the nearest college town and got me some manicure and pedicure action. It was wunnerful. Then I did a wee bit of grocery shopping and then came on home. I have been listening to music and cooking and having a grand day.

I will be home all day tomorrow until time to go to the class. I have about a thousand tigerlilies to get in the ground and 2 sedums (autumn joy, the dark red one) and a few other odds and ends as well. It has rained most of today...just a soft rain mostly, with a little squall tucked in here and there for good measure. I am amazed at the plant growth in the past 2 days. You can't even tell the yard got a haircut on Saturday, and my clematis is taller than the trellis!!! The pea pods in the garden are almost 2 inches tall. The grreens are coming up nicely, and am just starting to see the beets too.

I have a sick kitty...not eating and vomiting from time to time. May have to take her to the vet...

Scarey thing, this swine flu outbreak. Head of the CDC was saying today that it won't do any good to wear masks, and I haven't any idea what the death toll is up to now. And then an earthquake on top of it Mexico City. Prayers being flung about the Universe for everyone to be safe. There are reports of the same flu in Israel, CHina and the United States. This couold be some kind of a deal. Hubby works with some guys that were taking a trip down to Cancun in 2 weeks. Not any more, probably. I need to get online and read the latest info... I just happened to have seen CNN when I was having my piggies attended to. We haven't had a television now for over a month. It's been an incredible blessing.

I'm ready for bed. Just stopping in to finish up my day in the right way. With a gratitude list:

1. I am healthy
2. I am sober.
3. I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not anymore.
4. I am absolutely loved beyond a shadow of a doubt.
5. If my life were any better, I maybe wouldn't be able to stand it!
6. My relationship with Creator grows more every day.
7. I am blessed today.
8. I know that it's hard to be hateful when you're feeling grateful.
9. I have found a place where I fit, and it's called Alcoholics Anonymous.
10. I never have to drink again if I don't want to.



Namaste.

Saturday...in the park

I'm having one of those days where the blessings in my life just seem to be raining down on me like a beautiful spring shower. It looks like this:

~ Seeing wildflowers all over the park today
~ Seeing the brilliantly sunny day
~ Smelling that damp musky earth smell as we trudged through the woods
~ Feeling the love of my life holding my hand as we walked
~ Listening to newly sober people telling how fresh and new everything feels
~ Reading some new blogs tonight and being moved by each one
~ Talking to my husband about spending the day tomorrow at home
~ Falling asleep at my computer....


Namaste!

Sunday, Sunday...

A fitting end to the month of August...a little hot today, and a rather quiet energy lurking around the edges. I am in process [late] of cooking potatoes and eggs so I can make a potato salad and some devilled eggs for a bbq tomorrow. I marginally cleaned up the kitchen, put some things away and uncluttered the counters. It looks better already.

I find a lot of satisfaction in "blessing" my house this way. It brings to mind the Carrie Newcomer song Holy as a Day is Spent. It's my all time favorite set of lyrics, ever since I heard it sung at the Unitarian Church one Sunday. Goes like this:

holy is the dish and drain
the soap and sink, and the cup and plate
and the warm wool socks and the cold white tile
showerheads and good dry towels
and frying eggs sound like psalms
with bits of salt measured in my palm
it's all a part of sacrament
as holy as a day is spent.

holy is the busy street
and cars that boom with passion's beat
and the checkout girl, counting change
and the hands that shook my hands today
and hymns of geese fly overhead
and spread their wings like their parents did
blessed be the dog that runs in her sleep
to chase some wild and elusive thing.

holy is the familiar room
and quiet moments in the afternoon
and folding sheets like folding hands
to pray as only laundry can
i'm letting go of all my fear
like autumn leaves made of earth and air
for the summer came and the summer went
as holy as a day is spent.

holy is the place I stand
to give whatever small good I can
and the empty page and the open book
redemption everywhere I look
unknowingly we slow our pace
in the shade of unexpected grace
and with grateful smiles and sad lament
as holy as a day is spent

and morning light sings providence
as holy as a day is spent....

(~music and lyrics by Carrie Newcomer)