- cozy slippers, lined with sheepskin. a gift from a dear friend, carried across an ocean at my request.
- waking up to a quick email from the same dear friend, detailing the beginning of her experiences as a "mature student" - an experience we will laughingly commiserate about, though an ocean separates our physical experience of it.
- a simple lunch of soup and crackers
- an hour spent in conversation about Jesus with a new friend
- embracing quiet for the day, recognizing that this was what my soul was longing for, and being able to meet that need
- candles lit all around my space, providing warmth, ambience and light
- texting with a collection of friends from school - questions about a quiz that comes early tomorrow, laughing, chatting about weekends, hoping for luck with registration and group assignments for the next semester
- emerging into the outside world at dusk, and walking through a gentle snowfall to the the grocery store
- listening to a new audiobook that immediately demanded my involvement in the life and words of the story-teller
- finishing the school demands for the day and week ahead before dinner, knowing that would give me an evening to rest, and separating the day from the evening with my walk in the snow
- Breaking the day's silence with the audiobook I already mentioned, and with the beginning of another trip through The West Wing on dvd.
- Remembering just how much I appreciated the intelligent, sarcastic wit of the writers on The West Wing
- Being thankful that when I cut my finger while washing out a container from lunch, it was a minor wound, easily staunched with a band-aid
- recognizing moments of grace when the tendency to hear the accusations and feel overwhelmed grew strong
- new thoughts emerging as I embraced silence today, whispers of Jesus speaking to parts of the journey that I am continually pondering, feeling words begin to form around those places in my heart
Monday, February 13, 2012
Daily 5 - Year 3, Day 177
Today's Daily 5:
Rambling Thoughts
It's Monday morning and I've been awake for half an hour or so.
Usually I write these Monday posts at some point on the weekend, so they're all ready to go, long before I wake.
I was too tired last night to accomplish that. It was the last thing on my list, and I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
So I'm writing now, propped on pillows, still semi-reclined in bed.
This is one of those Monday's when I don't have anything burning to say. No story from the deep internal moments of my life. No half rant, half exposition of my thoughts on something I've learned at school, and why I can't quite agree with it. Today there's just my slightly sleepy ramblings.
I'm thinking about how much I appreciated the quiet of the weekend. How much I enjoyed the silent spaces that I sat in, even when I filled those silent spaces with work.
I'm thinking about my body, and long-term health goals. About the moments when I see little bits of progress towards those goals. About the ways that I am working to change my thinking, to make these goals long term habits, and not about short term gain.
I'm thinking about the fact that life threw major bumps at me last week, all in twenty-four hours. Major financial challenges, the emergency hospitalization of a couple people very close to me, all while I was battling illness. I'm thinking that I'm proud of how I handled those 24 hours. That I'm thankful for the friend who let me rant a bit in the midst of them, and the friends who hugged me and prayed with me at house church. I'm thinking about how the way I would have weathered this a year ago would have been different, and how I see immense healing and growth in the way I handled it now. And I'm proud of that, and thankful for it. I'm thinking about how it reflects my word for last year "heal" and my word for this year "still" in that I see healing in my response, and I was able to hold onto that internal peace and stillness even amidst the tossing of life's waves.
I'm thinking that there is always something to think about, and that I'm thankful for a Monday ahead of me with very few scheduled commitments, and lots of space - even space from school work, since I accomplished most of the homework and reading for this week already, and don't have to devote more than an hour or two of today to it.
I'm thinking that slightly sleep thankfulness and exploring rambling thoughts feels like the perfect way to begin this day. And so, I'm off to crawl out of bed and begin it in earnest!
Usually I write these Monday posts at some point on the weekend, so they're all ready to go, long before I wake.
I was too tired last night to accomplish that. It was the last thing on my list, and I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
So I'm writing now, propped on pillows, still semi-reclined in bed.
This is one of those Monday's when I don't have anything burning to say. No story from the deep internal moments of my life. No half rant, half exposition of my thoughts on something I've learned at school, and why I can't quite agree with it. Today there's just my slightly sleepy ramblings.
I'm thinking about how much I appreciated the quiet of the weekend. How much I enjoyed the silent spaces that I sat in, even when I filled those silent spaces with work.
I'm thinking about my body, and long-term health goals. About the moments when I see little bits of progress towards those goals. About the ways that I am working to change my thinking, to make these goals long term habits, and not about short term gain.
I'm thinking about the fact that life threw major bumps at me last week, all in twenty-four hours. Major financial challenges, the emergency hospitalization of a couple people very close to me, all while I was battling illness. I'm thinking that I'm proud of how I handled those 24 hours. That I'm thankful for the friend who let me rant a bit in the midst of them, and the friends who hugged me and prayed with me at house church. I'm thinking about how the way I would have weathered this a year ago would have been different, and how I see immense healing and growth in the way I handled it now. And I'm proud of that, and thankful for it. I'm thinking about how it reflects my word for last year "heal" and my word for this year "still" in that I see healing in my response, and I was able to hold onto that internal peace and stillness even amidst the tossing of life's waves.
I'm thinking that there is always something to think about, and that I'm thankful for a Monday ahead of me with very few scheduled commitments, and lots of space - even space from school work, since I accomplished most of the homework and reading for this week already, and don't have to devote more than an hour or two of today to it.
I'm thinking that slightly sleep thankfulness and exploring rambling thoughts feels like the perfect way to begin this day. And so, I'm off to crawl out of bed and begin it in earnest!
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