Good Morning, God!
What an altogether marvelous time I had in Tucson! While there I read Jon Katz latest book — about a border collie on a sheep farm — and it is such a perfect analogy for my stay. Not, God, that I was the sheep dog, no way.
I was the sheep! Mark was the sheep dog . . . a Border Collie for sure. This dawned on me as Sandy, Mark and I were driving to the airport after a breakfast at the Good Egg. [Ian WAS planning on going with us — but he couldn’t wait quite that long to eat — so opted to stay home.]
Mark has this way of verbally nipping — designed to round me up and move me in the Right Direction. At one point, Sandy said “I NEVER would have talked to my grandparents that way!” And, of course, neither would I. But, I felt, God, that Mark saw me as a real person — and while I obviously needed improving — I felt very loved.
Of course, God, I nipped back and for the most part we enjoyed the bickering. Roles are all very well. But how much better to be seen as a real person. I felt that was also the case with Sandy. I don’t mean to imply that the “role” disappeared — rather it was subsumed into a wider deeper appreciation of each other as we are. Thanks, God! Thank You for helping us all to see and love each other as we are!
And now, God, I am smiling ruefully. Because I dimly sense that I did better this time around. Hmmm. I had no goals — nothing I wanted to “help” anyone with — it seemed more than enough —this loving people and myself as we are.