- Genuinely enjoy passion and romance every single time it blooms.
- Capitalize on my physical health and strength while I have it and work to maintain these gifts.
- Make better use of swells of time and energy. Not all weekdays are created equal, after all!
- Be patient in loneliness and learn to profit from silence.
- See jealously for what it really is and grow from that.
- Maintain a longer view in troubles, not living shortsighted and expecting problems to be resolved quickly. Do not take short cuts to a perceived solution because of emotional impatience. There is a reason for this trial, and it is not all about me.
- Love, love, love the people who are in my life today, right now at this moment. Be fully present for them and appreciate them. Love them, love them, love them.
- Redeem the time, every day, no matter what it brings you, no matter what the need.
- Be conscious of pain and regret but do not wallow in it. Pain is a signal to be heeded, not something that always calls for escape and numbing. God, who is infinitely wiser and stronger than me, can use unpleasantness to improve me. He is the Master artist and engineer, able to redeem us out of sin and turn death literally into life. He can turn pain into joy.
- Enjoy my blessings and abundance, not wasting them out of shame or false humility.
Yoga has held my attention from a safe distance for some time now. But for some reason I always thought that to do it properly I’d have to trade coffee for green tea, start making my own granola, and possibly buy a Prius. Or at least a Subaru. And I like my Camaro you guys, A-N-D my coffee, in case you hadn’t noticed. Oh, for the record, I blame Liz Gilbert for this and a few other misconceptions.
Then the universe intervened.
Even before walking through the list and analyzing things, though, I feel like it was a pretty good season, all things considered. Filled with lots of hard work and invigoration, tempered with romance, friendship, and a renewed spiritual appetite. Yep. I groove this summer.
Look at his clear blue eyes, gazing at nothing while he studies this new flavor.
His smooth pink skin, absorbing every vitamin from that sweet, crispy, mushy fruit.
Please note that Nephew, too, grooves sun protection.
Or at least his awesome mom does.
The glorious, mysterious tasting moment could not have been planned,
and I am so grateful to have been there when it happened.
I need to learn how to overcome my fear of buying the wrong styles or sizes, etc, and just try. If the gifts are wrong, then at least I have tried. More importantly, at least they know I have tried. If anyone has experience in this weird arena, it is one area of life where I am happy to listen to suggestions.
Perhaps the best news here is that my bitterness is beginning to fade. A renewed spiritual appetite is bringing to the surface lots of forgotten lessons, old wisdom, and timeless strength. I feel hope. 5//10 points
(under the plastic dome in this shot, which is a pity because it is BEAUTIFUL)
You are so welcome, groom of mine,
for beckoning that Mariachi band over to our seaside table
and then urging you with my eyebrows to tip him
generously for their anniversary serenade,
knowing you had no small bills in your wallet.
And knowing how much you loathe Mariachi bands.
I love you so.
The day of that particular Book Club discussion dinner, I was trying to skim and cram in the remaining pages as the ladies were arriving, setting out their beautiful sweets and savories and colorful bottled drinks. But the material proved to be too rocky for me then. Oh well. Book Club is fantastic, and I am so glad to have these women and this practice in my life right now! More on that soon! 8/10 points