- South Station, Boston as seen from our cab
Good Morning, God!
And it IS Morning here in Boston! Mr. Sunshine (AKA Kit) woke me up at 9:00 a.m. EST. He is now making me a SECOND cup of coffee.
It is in the 30’s here and as Kit observed — we would NOT have made good LapLanders. He is now down for breakfast leaving me to ease into the Day. SLOWLY.
The Good News, God, is that I am NOT Marching Along Side My Wonderful Husband — but semi-moving — at my own pace. This is the equivalent of the Reformation. Or, as I told “Pope Kit” I have become a “Protestant” — referring to all of the “things” Kit gives up for Lent — things which up until THIS YEAR I would join him in. Because, afterall, God, such a wonderful husband deserved no less. Kit is STILL WONDERFUL!
But, somehow, this year, I am not UP to more External Limits in my Life. Curious, God, how I never understood that Limits come in a VAST ASSORTMENT. I need more Positive Protective Limits in my Life. Somehow, I missed knowing that there even WAS a category called Positive Protective Limits. How sad is THAT!
I guess I thought Limits were Like Tall Buildings to be Leapt in a Single Bound — like Superman or Super Woman — the comic book heros of my childhood. Hmmm. Yes, that’s right. And then there was that “faster than a speeding bullet” thing, too. Cultural Value of a sort, I suppose, God. DELIVER ME, PLEASE, God!
And, it slowly comes to me, that protecting myself means I will not be generating so many Invisible Rocks of Resentment. A “good thing” for both of us!
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
I am wondering about those icons at the end of your writings. What do they do?
I would enjoy a few minutes when you are at Arcadia or we might have lunch together?
Katherine