Good Morning God!
Yesterday was quite a day. I knew Suz loved to walk but my walks with her have been short ones — maybe an hour at most. Ah, but yesterday we basically walked and talked from 12:45 to 6:45 — a half marathon of walking and talking while Suz’s car was given an “oil change” which morphed into an Intermediate Service + New Tires and New Front Brakes. Yikes!
I feel for Suz’s car, God! I identify! It has 70,000+ miles on it and it NEEDED AN OVERHAUL! Oh, if ONLY it were so easy for Humans, God, to go in for Oil Changes, New Tires, and New Brakes. Smile! At least I know that is what I need. And being at Suz’s does feel a bit like being up on those hydraulic lifts that garages have — Suz has been checking my tongue for clues and probing my psyche. I feel loved and cared for — if just a wee bit sore from the walking.
It was a beautiful day, God, and — as we set out from the Santa Monica Toyota Dealers — I couldn’t resist talking a photo of the “ice plant” that is so typical of Southern California. We walked up to Brentwood for salads at La Pain Quotidien and then found our way to Free People — one of Suz’s favorite stores. Then, after we checked in with the Toyota dealer via cell phone, we made our way to the Montana Street shopping district and stopped for iced hibiscus tea at Peets.
All of this on a Glorious April Day! Clear blues skies. Temperature in the low 70s with a very light breeze blowing. LA at her best! Suz was at her best, too! I feel indulged and slightly “spoiled” God. I have the great luxury of spending Time and Money on Myself. It feels — ODD. I realize that I feel UNCOMFORTABLE if not GUILTY about it.
A day or two ago Kit called from my Mom’s where he was playing scrabble with her. He asked if she’d wanted to talk with me. My Mom called out, “TELLL HER TO COME HOME!” There is that PULL, God! The Pull of Love for my mother. Love for Kit. These are very Strong Pulls, God! Important Pulls, for which I am Grateful!
But my own Dear Self is pulling, too, God. And that is why I am soon to be off to my Silent Retreat in Snowmass. Thank You, God — and Kit — and my Deeper Self — for making this possible!