This might post late. Can’t tell yet, I just sat down here. We’ve been home from my mom and dad’s house less than fifteen minutes. Had a family birthday dinner (minus a few vital members) on my late grandfather’s day of birth. It was highly entertaining.
My children are polite, and understand that these events work best when we all pitch in. J.D.’s contribution was supposed to be some shrimps and cocktail sauce. This is what he brought.
We almost weren’t hungry for dinner. Except that it included some fresh-caught wild salmon which showed up on our doorstep, gifted from former neighbor Jeff. Then, cake. Very very chocolate cake.
My Empress brought presents, direct from the exotic aisles of our local shops. Because she* knows me oh so well.
*All three of them do. I am the opposite of mysterious.
Earlier, when I got up, it surprised me by how hot it already was outside. But our message was hammering at my head so loudly that I needed to write it down FIRST THING! (I actually grabbed a pen and an old used envelope before I did anything else.)
No matter what you call it,
or how you go about it,
now is the time to connect.
Whether it’s hugging a tree, walking on sacred sands, kneeling in front of a shrine, communing with a potted plant, sitting cross-legged on a pillow, or any other version, just make it happen.
This was such a strong and urgent plea, it felt so important. Promise me that you will all make the effort. Even if for that quick Three Minutes some time after you read this. I did, more than once today. It’s tremendously worthwhile, and it will honestly lift your mood and enhance your attitude. (I promise!)
On the card altar we’re returning to our regular rotation, as I was directed. When I flipped this one over it felt as if we were handed a confirmation.
Rest and relax.
Release guilt and make your needs a top priority.”
See? Do this, do this for yourself. Do this for the higher good. Do this for everyone you love. Take a second, take a minute, take an hour. Just make it happen. Connect in whatever way works for you.
Self-Care Cards by Cheryl Richardson
was hot and sweaty and windy and difficult, but I went, and I came back, in 41 minutes 50 seconds, all 7.249 miles of it, with an average pace exactly the same as yesterday, 10.3 MPH.
is the other calendar page. This one from Winnipeg, Manitoba.
Yeah, awfully damn autumnal. However, we don’t want to be that boggy/swampy/over-grown pond Karen Buys was talking about in the comments recently. We need to embrace the seasons, adore the changes, and love the transitions! (If I say this enough it’ll come true, I just know it.)
tomorrow’s post could be late as well, be prepared.