I'm still out for the count on my busier than usual days. I'm thankful I didn't say I'd be holding my breath till I got things back in order and I'd able to join the warm circle of bloggers on a more regular basis. Not only have we been clearing the deck, I mean the desk, the drawers, and the paper piles. While we puttered, we've been doing a wee bit of soul searching too.
DOING some attitude adjustments (these adjustments sometimes crack like those old chiropractic treatments used to sound -- haven't been for one in years, I hear they don't do those yanks anymore -- a good thing). Sometimes I get a little lax about keeping my gratitude tank topped up. It's not that I go out of my way to think ungrateful things, I just don't always remember to attune to the new mercies of beauty and grace that show up fresh every morning.
THINKING about what's important in this particular season of my life. New seasons are good, don't you think? Although I enjoy new beginnings any time of the year, Spring really is a perfect time to start fresh -- after all, we're joining with all creation in bursting with new life.
PONDERING that wonderful quote by Mary Oliver... "Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" After all, I'd hate to arrive at the end of my life and have God ask me what I did with his gift to me and not be able to answer well. I would want to be able to admit I loved others even when it wasn't easy, that I gave my life to help others even when it was a sacrifice, that I encouraged others when words seemed so little, that I believed Him even when faith sometimes seemed so mustard-seed minuscule.
LAUGHING at the silly shenanigans of my gracefully getting older car. On a very spring-like day a couple of weeks, Miss Black Beauty and I decided to stop for Dilly Bars at the DQ for myself and two friends, when suddenly we heard a clattering clunk on the pavement. Something did something, I knew that. But not sure what, I did have a passing giggle thought that maybe the engine had fallen out.
Looking in my rear-view mirror, no, there was nothing on the road. However, upon my arrival at the DQ parking lot, that's when I noticed the car's front left signal light was a-bobbling out of its socket, like an eyeball springing out in a cartoon. For all my effort, it wouldn't stay in place, so as I drove to my friends' office (I mean, after all, I had ice cream to deliver) I was laughing all the way, wondering what other drivers were thinking (if they were thinking) when they saw the signal light blinking from 'way down there'. I still chortle at that craziness of it -- and we managed to pop the 'eye' back in place.
Maybe this is where Mary Engelbreit's quote fits: "She who laughs, lasts".
Here's wishing you something to laugh about today,