Oldest daughter paid me, what I considered, a very high compliment the other day. I was puttering around in the kitchen, not sure what I was doing, probably cleaning up, but she said that watching me was so restful. Now, I'd not been intentionally feeling/being quiet and slow with my movements, but for some reason it came across that way.
I think I've figured out why the last few weeks have been so frustrating for me. And in a conversation with one of my brothers yesterday (which was very encouraging), we sort of pigeon-holed where my head has been lately. See, I tend to have this Zen thing going on a daily basis and try to find quiet places to put my thoughts. Unfortunately Christians aren't too famous for being calm and restful (least not the ones I know), so deep breathing and slower movements tend to make me feel more at peace, if that even makes any sense. I have to consciously go at my tasks in an intentional way. One thing at a time. Complete that action and move onto the next. That works for me. But stir me up with things coming up from the side, without any warning, and my center gets rocked. Go figure.
So. While today hasn't been too peaceful, with grocery chores, taking mom's things to her, going to the drugstore, etc., I can plan the rest of the day in that manner. As of now, spaghetti sauce is in the crockpot, bread dough is rising, and while the house is in a mad state of disarray, if I can approach Gary's coming home in a calm state, then the rest of the bother just melts away. He won't notice the mess if I seem okay. He's like that.
Now is good.
