Saturday night

We have a friend at church, a woman in her late seventies, who I really adore.  I wish you could her her talk---a delicious South Alabama accent. I make excuses to ask her things just to hear her speak.  I'm Southern too, but can't hold a candle to her voice.  Gracious. She's the one some of you might remember who suggested me helping her write her life story. Anyway, her second husband died at the beginning of September and she and her housekeeper left for Florida at the first of October. They've spent the entire month away.  Her daughter was going to come down a bit as well, but mostly just her and her housekeeper, who's become a close friend in addition to being her employee.

Doesn't that sound amazing?  'Course she's very wealthy, so this sort of exercise in relaxation is more attainable for her.  But for others of us doesn't it sound relaxing to fit in true rest in an ordinary day?  To really stop and take the time to take care.  I did have a taste of that today when I had a short nap.  I'd gotten up to tend our priest's wildlife this morning and came back wanting to go back to bed, but took my tea tray to bed instead. My feet were cold!  (Our priest and his wife have been at a diocese meeting and vacation since last Sunday and the kids and I have tended their pets (4 dogs, 2 kittens and 8 chickens).  Two visits/day during the week and 3 trips/day this weekend. Thankfully we can divide it up.)

Anyway, I think I'm exhausted.  And I've got to figure out on a daily basis how to manage better.  I believe more of us walk around during the day like the walking wasted.  My shoulders stay tense and I'm consistently listening to the sharings of our children, and of Gary when he comes back  home from the shop. Too much information, with too little to go back in.  A woman's dilemma, yes?

For now I'm going to read this book:  A Million Little Ways: Uncover the Art You Were Made to Live by Emily P. Freeman. It should come in the mail this week.  Something happens to me when I read about this book----when I open the sample pages on Amazon---when I simply think about it.  I cry.  There must be something going on.  I call it the Holy Spirit trying to get my attention.  Watch this little video, here.

Thanks to Peggy at A Simple Woman who shared about this. Now I must go eat dinner. :)