Alive, After 11 Days

Rescuers pulled a man, alive, from the rubble in Haiti today, 11 days after the earthquake.

The Call of Christ - Danita Estrella

I saw this on a friend's blog, and found the words of it stunning, and decided I really needed to share it here as well.

Saturday

At about 4:00 I curled up in my bedroom.

The plan is to be here for the rest of the day.

To deal with some budgeting and paperwork.

To read.

To write.

To pray.

To rest.

The day was full. 

A health appointment this morning with my natural health practioner.

Then errands for a while with my mom.

Then home, a quick lunch, and the spur of the moment decision to grocery shop for the week to come with my roommate.  That decision was made because I'm trying to jealously guard my free evenings in the coming week, to guard the margin space, the time for rest that I've created.  I didn't want to give up one of those evenings to a task so odious as grocery shopping at the soul-sucking mega store.

So I'm sitting here, curled up, sipping a lemon-mango fruit infusion tea, and smelling lavender burning in my oil burner.

And this is where I plan to stay, emerging only very occasionally, until bedtime.

And tonight I'm hoping for sleep, because tomorrow will also be full.

I'll be back later with the daily 5, and maybe one or two other posts as well.  See ya then!

Daily 5 - Day 163

Today's Daily 5:

1. Friday. 
2. Jeans at work.
3. Clean pajamas and sheets to crawl into at the end of the day
4. Did my hair curly for going out tonight.  Even got a compliment from my brother.  Was nice to feel like I looked pretty, even though what I was really feeling was complete emotional and physical exhaustion.
5. Got a great text message today.
6. Have an alternative living plan sort of in place (needs some refining) if I end up not finding a roommate and needing to move.
7. Enjoyed being with my family tonight
8. Collected lots of hugs.
9. Big family milestone moment
10. loving the glass water bottle I purchased this week.
11. (Bonus!) Hamburger for supper - but homemade.
    

Looking at Blank Calendar Squares

There are exactly 4 hours left until my weekend begins.

I'm half-way through Friday.

Not that I'm counting or anything.

Because even though this weekend promises to be full, at least it's a weekend.

I'm hoping to get my groove back a little.

To catch some rest.

And do some laughing.

I looked at my calendar for next week this morning, and it is blessedly empty.

Only house church on the schedule.

I'm sure I'll fill it in with a few bits and pieces.

But mostly I'm glad for a week to just spend evenings at home.

Resting.

Cleaning.

Organizing.

Because it really does look like I'll be moving at the end of February.

And I'd like to get a head start on that a bit.

To go through a few things that I've been intending to go through since the last move.

Some magazines.  (Clipping things I want to keep, recycling the rest.)

Some files.

Some notes from university.

That's probably how I'll spend the evenings next week.

Wrapped in a blanket, with a cup of tea, propped up against pillows, surrounded by paper.

Doesn't sound too bad, really.