Good Evening, God
I think, God, that taking good care of ourselves might be one of the biggest challenges we have. It is for me. Our loving daughters do assure me I am making progress. But, I want to do better.
Better? Why better, when I have such a good and, I fear, privileged life? I guess it seems to me that part of the fun of life is seeing if I can’t get the “Balance” just a little bit better. All the while understanding that balancing — such a rich assortment of responsibilities and opportunities — is a privilege. And, now that I think about it, I am not sure what better is — certainly not doing it all!
Just yesterday, I had been thinking I should upgrade my Wife App to include acting as a Physical Therapist for balance issues. But, upon chatting with a friend I realized a good physical therapist requires more authority than is usually available to wives. So, we are seeing our doctor to see about a “prescription” for physical therapy. Correctly ascertaining my limits is an ongoing challenge.
And limits come in many forms. How much of my resources can be shared? Time, money, energy: all of these are limited. More for myself means less for others. Yet, if I fall below a certain level of well being, then functioning in my assorted “roles” takes a hit. No easy answers . . . it is all about continually reassessing the balance. And accepting limits.
But one “investment” that has been helping me is doing two Centering Prayer sits a day. Sitting in silence — with the intention to welcome Your Indwelling Spirit, God — becomes more and more helpful. My soul feels like the soil on Masanobu Fukuoka’s farms. It is becoming healthier and more fertile as I continue.