Good Day, God!
How much more wonderful a Gold Tree is viewed against a Blue Sky! Still, yesterday’s grey sky was perfect for my not-quite-well self.
Sheesh, what with friends who have gone through chemo and such, one might think I would be ashamed to bleat on and on and on about a cold.
But, I suspect the cold was just an expression of an inner emotional “congestion.” Perhaps those of us who have lost the gift of crying are forced to sniffle and blow our noses? Ick. I need Your Help, God. Help to Hear myself. Help to just sit and feel.
Ah. Now on to the moon, which is 93% full tonight. My husband Kit called me this afternoon while I was playing Scrabble at my mom’s and said, “Let’s go to The Shack (restaurant) to see the moon tonight!”
Off we went shortly after the moon rose at 5:39 p.m. But, there were clouds in the way — and the sun wasn’t setting until 6:23. So we chatted and watched the canoes paddle by and the tiny sailboats flit about. I didn’t sight the moon until 6:37.
I know, God, these times are so precise. But, that’s because of my Star Walk app and the fact that my iPhoto gives me “information” on each photo — the date, time and stuff like f/2.4 and 1/20. Stuff that one used to have to set by hand. Kit used to love doing that. Control, anyone?
Thank goodness I can go just go about pointing and clicking! For me it is about seeing.
Seeing is easy for me, God. Feeling is much harder. But, our daughter Suzanne has pointed out that if I don’t do my “share,” then other people in our family system will have to do my emotional laundry. I know that is how it works. So, God, now I will go and journal. Please help me. THANKS!