It’s a mixed up week here in The Burrow. Dan has some training days that are messing with my “regularly scheduled” events. I’m not bothered by it, nor am I falling apart (progress!) but I am feeling slightly off-balance. It’s going to affect us all the way through Sunday. I’ll keep you posted.
In the meantime, briefly, let’s talk about our jobs here in these flawed-but-hopeful bodies we’re all wearing. Corina shared THIS with me recently (thank you, again), and while reading it I was struck by the idea of us loving someone through a situation. Think about that concept for a minute. It’s exquisite, is it not?
I’ve never actually heard it described that way. And now I keep going back to it. So many of our lessons are difficult, and wouldn’t they just be more tolerable if only we had* that kind of unquestioning, and all-encompassing, support? No matter the problem, just love us through it, and we’ll be stronger on the other side. It is pure, it is simple, and yet, it is SO massive.
* I DO have that type of support, I’m married to him. And I like to think that together we have offered this to our children, as our parents did for us.
On our card altar, we have been given the other side of this same coin. Both directions are the very foundations of what we’re doing here. That human give and take, it’s what makes our journey so fascinating.
Ask for help.
Receiving is an act of generosity.”
Either direction, be genuine and be open. Either direction, we can love each other through it. Either direction, honour that Help.
Self-Care Cards by Cheryl Richardson
was just to the pool and back, 3.967 in 25 minutes, 39 seconds, at a (delightfully rapid and easy) rate of 9.3 MPH, the first half in full-on, super bright sunshine. (The coming home part was nearly freezing because it was still so clear.)
on my way to make biscuits. You’ve seen ’em.