- getting home in one piece, and roads that weren't nearly as icy as Friday's disaster
- quiet evening at home
- a budget strategy that is still working for me
- sitting quietly with lit candles
- pondering the stories of homeless youth in the book I'm currently reading (more on this to come sometime soon)
- yoga workout followed by a hot shower
- a few handfuls of peanut m&m's
- Jeremiah 20:7-9
- Enjoying an evening of having the house to myself
- Watching the movie "August Rush" while I sewed buttons and updated my budget. Such a beautiful movie. Such beautiful music and art.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Daily 5 - Day 110
Today's Daily 5:
Quiet (Slow Recovery)
I made it in one piece to my parent's house, though it took far longer than it normally would.
Thankfully the roads were more sloppy than icy today, though I drove through nearly white-out conditions at times with the falling and blowing snow.
Then off to pick up George. (He's in one piece, and much more driveable with winter tires.)
Home.
Yoga and a hot shower.
Then dinner comprised of leftover pizza, and an evening of quiet.
There are candles lit, and I'm doing the little things that need to be done.
Sewing buttons.
Updating a budget.
Quiet things.
It's a slow recovery from the drain of the last week and the weekend.
And I am grateful for an evening that will allow quiet and a slow recovery.
Thankfully the roads were more sloppy than icy today, though I drove through nearly white-out conditions at times with the falling and blowing snow.
Then off to pick up George. (He's in one piece, and much more driveable with winter tires.)
Home.
Yoga and a hot shower.
Then dinner comprised of leftover pizza, and an evening of quiet.
There are candles lit, and I'm doing the little things that need to be done.
Sewing buttons.
Updating a budget.
Quiet things.
It's a slow recovery from the drain of the last week and the weekend.
And I am grateful for an evening that will allow quiet and a slow recovery.
Snowing
It's snowing, and has been for several hours.
The roads that I can see from my office window don't look too bad, and we thankfully didn't have rain or wet snow first, to coat the roads with ice the way they were on Friday.
Who knows how long it'll take me to get home today. Or more accurately, to my parent's house, since I need to return their vehicle and then get a ride to go and pick up George from the mechanic.
I'm leaving the office a bit early, so hopefully that will help.
The roads that I can see from my office window don't look too bad, and we thankfully didn't have rain or wet snow first, to coat the roads with ice the way they were on Friday.
Who knows how long it'll take me to get home today. Or more accurately, to my parent's house, since I need to return their vehicle and then get a ride to go and pick up George from the mechanic.
I'm leaving the office a bit early, so hopefully that will help.
From Miscellaneous Emails
Because I am a collector of words and quotes and history, I'm on quite a few daily email lists. Here are a few bits and pieces from the last few days...
A quote from Mother Teresa: "Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing." (I think I'll try to smile a little more often...)
I liked this paragraph of thoughts that appeared in today's "Saint of the Day" email, about St. Andrew, one of the apostles. "As in the case of all the apostles except Peter and John, the Gospels give us little about the holiness of Andrew. He was an apostle. That is enough. He was called personally by Jesus to proclaim the Good News, to heal with Jesus' power and to share his life and death. Holiness today is no different. It is a gift that includes a call to be concerned about the Kingdom, an outgoing attitude that wants nothing more than to share the riches of Christ with all people." (I like this description of holiness...)
A quote from Mother Teresa: "Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing." (I think I'll try to smile a little more often...)
I liked this paragraph of thoughts that appeared in today's "Saint of the Day" email, about St. Andrew, one of the apostles. "As in the case of all the apostles except Peter and John, the Gospels give us little about the holiness of Andrew. He was an apostle. That is enough. He was called personally by Jesus to proclaim the Good News, to heal with Jesus' power and to share his life and death. Holiness today is no different. It is a gift that includes a call to be concerned about the Kingdom, an outgoing attitude that wants nothing more than to share the riches of Christ with all people." (I like this description of holiness...)
Sleep, panic, and into the week...
Last week was really hard. The weekend was also hard. This week is not looking much better, though there are thankfully quite a few less plans for my evenings this week, meaning it is likely that I will be able to at least hibernate through the evenings to catch up on my mental and emotional drain.
I fell asleep last night amidst tearful whispered prayers. "Jesus I just can't stand in that gap, I can't pray tonight, I can't be that intercessor tonight. I will, you know I will, but can I please just have one night off? One night of sleep without dreaming or hours of waking to pray in ways I don't quite understand?"
I'm thankful that I was, in fact, able to sleep for several hours without dreaming or the intensity of prayer. I would have been okay if it hadn't happened, but I was oh so thankful it did.
The forecast for tonight is similar to Friday night's havoc creating weather. I read that and panic rose within me. I'm still shaky from Friday evening, and I am hoping that tonight will be nothing at all like that. I am still pushing away the panic, reminding myself that I am shielded and protected, and, more practically, that we won't know what the weather will be like until the time to drive home comes at the end of the day, and what will I gain by worrying? Panic is not a particularly practical thing, nor does it respond well to the practical, but I am fighting it with every tool at my disposal today, and the practical is one of them.
And so another week begins. Another week of choosing differently. Of fighting to be joyful. Of choosing life. And it is not at all easy, but perhaps it will grow easier with time, as patterns change and habits shift. And in the meantime, I'll somehow summon the energy to continue to fight for it. To fight for me.
I fell asleep last night amidst tearful whispered prayers. "Jesus I just can't stand in that gap, I can't pray tonight, I can't be that intercessor tonight. I will, you know I will, but can I please just have one night off? One night of sleep without dreaming or hours of waking to pray in ways I don't quite understand?"
I'm thankful that I was, in fact, able to sleep for several hours without dreaming or the intensity of prayer. I would have been okay if it hadn't happened, but I was oh so thankful it did.
The forecast for tonight is similar to Friday night's havoc creating weather. I read that and panic rose within me. I'm still shaky from Friday evening, and I am hoping that tonight will be nothing at all like that. I am still pushing away the panic, reminding myself that I am shielded and protected, and, more practically, that we won't know what the weather will be like until the time to drive home comes at the end of the day, and what will I gain by worrying? Panic is not a particularly practical thing, nor does it respond well to the practical, but I am fighting it with every tool at my disposal today, and the practical is one of them.
And so another week begins. Another week of choosing differently. Of fighting to be joyful. Of choosing life. And it is not at all easy, but perhaps it will grow easier with time, as patterns change and habits shift. And in the meantime, I'll somehow summon the energy to continue to fight for it. To fight for me.
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