Rainbow Day?

 

Donegal, Ireland. Credit: Doreen Dvorscak

This could be the day.

My rainbow day.

When I see my home again.

When I see Jim again.

When I will begin to establish my life again.

So many changes coming.

This time better have prepared me.

Owned

I have absolutely no time to write today. Heading to the hospital in a bit. And nothing was presenting itself, anyway.

Then in FB memories, this popped up (click on image to read):

To say I’m being owned by the journey is an understatement. I cannot count all the times I cried today, including when trying to secure a doc appointment and they made excuses why they can’t see me. My tears got me an appointment.

I seriously did not know our healthcare system was this effed up.

Also in FB memories are pictures of travels Jim and I took over the years. It’s making me nostalgic and sad, but happy, too. They are great memories.

Off to journey through this day. Can’t promise there won’t be tears, but I’m still riding on faith, hope, and joy every time I can remember. I feel the prayer wind of people everywhere praying for us. I just got to keep in mind these days won’t last forever.

Believe

 Finalizing cleaning up my desk yesterday, I found this little card:

I had several of these I gave to students, but somehow this one never made its way to anyone. These cards pop open with a message. Staring at it there on my desk, I decided I’d open to see what it had to tell me. After all, there must be a reason this was still sitting there, right.

I knew right away I needed this message. And sure enough, at 11:00 I went to a meeting about what life will be like getting ready to move into portables and how the campus will be set up and how I’ll have someone in my room teaching during my planning and other depressing news. I came home sad, frustrated, and wondering why I just didn’t plan on retiring this year. 

As usual, my overdrive brain wanted to fix the situation into a frame I could digest. But it was too soon, and I just felt exhausted by the effort.

The best decision right now is no decision. I will relax and spend time with Jim and pray for direction. 

Oh yes…and BELIEVE in this message. The focus always has to be listening for direction. I will know what to do and when to do it. 

Post-Ian 10.7.22 "Feel Strange" an acrostic poem

 Based on the words "feel strange" from Rudy Francisco's poem "Click."

For now, Fort Myers

Everything is different

Everything is strange

Left flattened, but not defeated

Some days better than others

Thankful for what is in hand

Real life in multi-dimensions

Ariel 'copters -- sounds like a war zone

Not giving up, not ever

Going to see this through for

Everyone to thrive once more

Post-Ian 10.1.22 "Shine"

While we had no electricity, Jim and I spent many evenings on the lanai, eating dinner, listening to music, talking, watching the sun and clouds and the rising of Jupiter and the outing of the stars. It truly was one of the gifts of this time.

A yummy blackened fish sandwich from RT

Inspired by lines from the poem "Yo Yo Ma at the Inauguration" by Lynn Ungar

This is how we do it,

make the real promise of the day

 

Right now

    feeling that

           promise to

Love deeper, to

        stay in the 

            moment.

 

To be kind.

 

Think.

 

Care.

 

Our community breached

in ways unimaginable.

 

October -- shine on us...please.

 

12:15 pm

10.1.22