Hope springs eternal this morning...as I sit looking out the large window in the music room, I see rows of pointed and jagged icicles hanging over the edge of the gutter. A number of them are dripping...one by one...little by little...the sharp edges are being worn away.
Taking control of my body means that little by little jagged edges in my mind are also worn down and smoothed over. I seek positive experiences and positive people to aid in this process. I re-connected with an old friend over lunch today. We had not seen each other in twenty years. I found myself transported back to grade school while remembering classmates, teachers, events and experiences. Seeing our grade school lives with a fresh perspective...and with a good chunk of life experience under our belts...helped tie up some loose ends in my mind. Talking to her was an encouragement, a joy, and a time of laughter. It was also an update. A number of people were divorced, and sadly...there were teachers and classmates who had died...accidents, cancer, homelessness...a sobering reminder to be in earnest about one's life.
Seasons come and go. Icicles freeze and melt and reappear the following year. We age daily, but we gain wisdom and joy. We are reminded of our mortality and of the need to seize the day. As I sit here and write, I enjoy a quiet fellowship with aging parents, good food and bits and pieces of news from today's paper. I will heal my body and cease certain eating habits by stopping to revel in the quiet simplicity of life...the good things...hot chili (one bowl), strong coffee (no cream), the mute button on the remote control, talking with old friends, listening to a child try out new words, completing a 1,000 piece puzzle, carrying a bright red purse, writing a long overdue letter, embracing the sweat of a good workout, soaking in a hot bath, the smell of clean laundry. Good things are often simple things. Abstaining from certain foods during Lent is a simple, yet profound act. In just two days, I feel so much calmer. May it continue...
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