Almost Paradisical: Dearly Beloved

May 12th, 2010 by

2203 swing arm done Almost Paradisical: Dearly Beloved Steak. Asparagus. Cucumbers in vinegar with salt and fresh ground pepper. Simple green salad. Baked potato with sour cream. Ice water. Stories of the day. Dreams of tomorrow. Full tummies.

Family sitting together around the supper table. Dog at our feet hoping something drops. Hummingbird at the feeder. Garden popping up. House clean. Chores done.

Today had rest imbedded. I didn’t hardly budge from reclining. I am grateful. Content. And heavy with tiredness. I’m thankful for a life that allows me to indulge in rest when it’s needed. My heart, soul, body, and mind needed it. No guilt or shame induced activity happened.

Here’s what it looks like. A long soak in a hot bath. Coffee with my favorite mug and thick warmed cream. A down throw to keep the chill off when I dozed. I wrote a little. Read some. Mostly just let my mind wander. A crying jag looped around surprising me in a flash flood. It was wild white water. I kept
afloat-rode it out. More day dreaming. Dozed off again. Sorted out the heart stuff from the head stuff. It’s important to know what to purge and what to keep. I only moved from the couch to the love seat, to the porch swing. Dragging my blanket around like Linus. I kept from sucking my thumb. Only just.

Me ‘n God needed to love on each other. We needed a belly up, tummy scratchin’, foot thumpin’, tail waggin’ time. I don’t know about him, but I’m purring, finally. It took all day and the entire evening to arrive, but I’m here now; at a blissful afterglow. Not exciting, but a peaceful place of quiet rest.

And if you’re reading this, I most likely talked with him about you. There was plenty of time today.

We decided again, you are dearly beloved.

Almost Paradisical: Dearly Beloved