The view from Suzanne's kitchen window
My week off — to rest and restore — is almost over, God. Thank You for a really good time. Thank you for a surprisingly SEASONAL time.
I arrive to the tail end of Winter — fleece jackets, heavy wool scarves and gloves. I’m leaving in a sleeveless top and sandals. We seemed to have zipped by Spring and landed in Summer. Only, I know that is just what happens in March in L.A. It’s premature seasonal change.
Suzy said to me yesterday — people have seasons just like plants do — only we aren’t aware of them. Hmm. Premature ones?
Ah, God! The wonders of Chronobiology. We have our daily sleep and waking rhythms — and Suz tells me the Chinese masters have divided the 24 hour cycle into two-hour periods by our organs. But that is just the easy part — there are far deeper inner changes. We have our Solar Annual — and I think our Galactic Annual is 200,000 years — and how many other “annuals” there must be between those two. There is, God, so MUCH more than we can even guess at.
Suz's kitchen at night - with repotted plants
But, back to here and now. One of our Mother-Daughter activities has been REPOTTING! Neither Suz nor I live where we can have a garden — so indoor potted plants — become an expression of a need to bond with The Other. Plants as companions? Yes, I do feel that way about my palms. Unnamed friends? Smile! Ah, God! Who would ADMIT to such a thing! No matter, YOU know what I am trying to say!
Repotting is a singularly apt analogy for what we are called to do with relationships, too. I had Suzy in TOO SMALL A POT! Or maybe it was that I still had her in MY POT? Ouch! That HURTS! She deserves Her Own Pot!
How lovely to see that we are always to be about the business of repotting and BEING repotted. Perhaps, God, You are repotting me?
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
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