Good Morning, God!
Yesterday was a lovely S*L*O*W morning. After my Thursday morning walk, I set out for a short jog. Kit joined me on the last part and so I went a full 2 miles. I took this photo of the ducks as we crossed what would have been the Hahaione stream — but is now a concrete drainage canal.
Once home, I sank into the bathtub and soaked and soaked. Next I fell into Margaret Becker’s book, Coming Up For Air. I forget, God, which lovely soul recommended it to me. But, I am very thankful!
Becker (Maggie B) is a musician who lived a life “on Tour.” Then in 1995 she woke up in yet another hotel room — trying to remember when she had last taken a vacation. She decided to take a whole month off. The first half of the book is about that month. It is the sort of book that one gobbles up — while wanting it not to end.
She says that the first four or five days of “doing nothing” were hard. She had forgotten how. I wonder, God, if in today’s world any of us truly remembers. Or if our children — in between lessons and games — have time to drift. I am drifting, God. Rather like these ducks, I think. Relaxed.
For Becker, the month was an early mid-life adjustment. Mine feels like a preparation for my third Third. You will notice, God, that I couldn’t bring myself to say LAST third. I’m smiling ruefully, God.
One of Becker’s goals was to have all her teeth at the end. Myself, I want all my faculties! Aaah, but what ELSE do I want, God? Becker went back every year to her “retreat” and sought out Your Plans vs. her plans. Maybe I need to go back to the Snowmass Retreat Center again next year?