Good Morning, God!
Yesterday was the day before the full moon — and once again we dined at The Shack. Kit and I watched the moon rising over the waters of the marina — well, I watched the moon and Kit watched me. It was lovely.
It has to be the day BEFORE the full moon, God, because the full moon rises later — at or after our bedtime.
I recounted to Kit my adventures in Transitioning the Library Committee — speaking, listening, encouraging, with just a dash of exhortation. Perhaps, several dashes of exhortation. I felt unusually directive yesterday, God. But only because at one point I could see a Territorial Incursion looming.
It made me realize that I was finally “seeing” a lot of the emotional swirls that flare and then sometimes subside in groups — and Territorial Incursions generate the equivalent of massive Solar Flares. Aah! God, so much of what is REAL is so unseen.
I think it is in the book, Blink, that Malcolm Gladwell talks about the microsecond in which our faces “Tell the Truth” before our minds retake control. Our Bodies are such good communicators — and less is more. Last night, wanting to remind our server of my request for A1 sauce I caught her eye, smiled and slightly raised one finger. She responded instantly.
Less is more in many areas. I think, God, that my Heart and Body have finally released my Attachment for the last 14 years to my “job” as library consultant. I can feel how well the committee is going to do without me. I understand that while I was an innovator I was also an unintentional bottleneck. Finishing up finally feels good, God!