Friday, May 28, 2010
I had a really awful migraine, my foot hurt, a storm blew my patio table over again and broke another pot, my kitty Edward is sick again after less than a week, my older daughter Ana's (12) best friends kind of ganged up on her in that way middle school girls find a scapegoat when something isn't going right, my husband had to extend his business trip another day... it just all added up.
So I spent the morning on the sofa, really sick. Then, as I felt better, I started doing a few things. I threw the ball for the dogs, took my neighbor a Starbuck's and loaned him Jane (9) as "help" while he was spreading mulch. I took Ana supplies to decorate another friend's locker at school and talked to her and empathized when she told me about her day. I made a fabulous dinner, put the kids to bed with kisses and love and laughter.
Then, (this is going to sound crazy) last night at about 2:00, I was lying awake in bed and just talking to God (in that way I do) about Edward and asking that he please just not suffer anymore. He was really suffering. I was pretty worried. So I decided to go check on him, threw back the covers and there Ed was in my room. He hopped up on the bed, curled up in the crook of my arm and gave me the Harley Davidson purr. He's well.
I would normally not say anything about this because I'm not a Holy Roller and I don't want to scare anyone. But I have to say my truth and that honestly, really, truly happened.
Someone or something or some energy is apparently listening. I feel like when my heart is true, when I am really trying to keep on going, when I am connected and not in flight --I ask and I receive.
Just kind of...well...looking at the world with fresh wonder today.