Good Day, God!
And it WAS a good day. My wonderful mom is slowly recovering from the celebrations of Christmas and her 97th birthday (Dec. 27), including loving family visitors from the Mainland. I’m very thankful, God.
While I was visiting her today I picked up a class photo of me taken in maybe the second or third grade. I know I was in the Woodrow Wilson Elementary School in Richmond, Calif. Other details, including who my teacher was — are gone from memory.
In the photo I look very much like my father. . . I can’t recall having seen that photo since it was taken. But, it turns out that my mom compiled a scrapbook of my report cards, drawings, etc. As I write, the scrapbook is sitting in a box next to my feet. I discovered it by accident last week when one of the closet doors at Mom’s wouldn’t close because it was stuck on the scrapbook.
Treasures, God, treasures — even if I am going to let them sit for a while longer.
Today was full of a variety of treasures. One was watching my mother’s cat REACT to the toy bird I bought her — with her fur puffed up and slow stalking behavior. Another treasure was driving home and spotting six egrets sitting in a row on a fence.
Still another treasure came in beginning Pearl Buck’s book A Bridge for Passing.
Perhaps, God, today wasn’t so much a day of puttering about as it was a day of sampling and savoring small activities. As Madeleine L’Engle points out in The Wind in the Door, size doesn’t matter. Thank You for that thought, God.