It is cold, gray, and it is the 23rd of December. Yes, I have my shopping done. Nothing's wrapped yet, and I have company staying here...my son, who is a Special Forces soldier, and his two boys. Wonderful, funny, noisy, busy company. Am I stressing out?
Ummm. No, I've decided to take a quiet break when I need one, and be very, very , very thankful that my soldier came home. I'm so proud of him. And so very aware of families that will, for one reason or another...be celebrating Christmas without their soldier.
Today I was down in the basement studio, working on some artwork for a friend, and I happened across an old spiral-bound notebook from 2000, 2001 and 2002. At that time I belonged to a small group of women who met once a week for potluck dinner and an hour of "inner self" work. I flipped the notebook open, curious to see what my thoughts were amost 10 years ago, and came across this:
"The thing I can accept as a continuum: that I will continue to swim...sometimes dogpaddle, sometimes float peacefully, sometimes tread water, sometimes backstroke, etc. And I am afraid of drowning. I am not an expert swimmer. I have either jumped into, or have been thrown into deep water...and then was rescued, coughing and sputtering, or have pulled myself to safety, my heart pounding...
...but to quit getting into the water is to miss the sensation of being weightless, and miss the feathery caresses of the water. So I will continue to swim."
Thinking grateful thoughts,
Blessings,
Miss Elainie
necklaces
These are the style of jewelry I make: spiritual, contemplative.
