An unexpected trip to the city. I have been fighting a bladder infection. One Woman does not like medication and her thoughts were that enough water would wash it away. It has not happened.
I was so fortunate that my urologist would run a culture and in the meantime I am on the "dreaded antibiotic". Hope this will clear it up and I do not have to change the medication.
I was asked to wait in one of the doctor's private office for a short time. I was so impressed with all his books on mindfulness, Thomas Merton and books by Thich Nhat Hanh. It helped restore my peace.
After appointment I made a quick trip to the city house and picked up a much loved old trellis and a laundry basket full of assorted items. Also an armful of cooler weather slacks and sweaters. Just in case I go somewhere "out of the garden". A little nicer looking then my favorite "old old" gardening clothes. They probably all need to be thrown away. I like the softness, faded colors and an occasional hole. "I will not throw them away".
Then headed for the country. Needed to eat and stopped at a new hot dog place. I am not a hot dog person but it was a turkey dog on a great whole wheat bun and covered with slaw. Guess it is half way healthy and I needed something in my stomach. Might add that I ate it driving down the road. It was good......
It will be a busy week. Have two other city appointments - they are just checkups that I have been delaying and they need to be taken care of. I Do Not Want To Leave The Country!!!!!
I did not sleep well last night and it may be because of the infection and not feeling well.
So much of my life went on and on - almost like a film as I tossed and turn.
Maybe that is just a part of the unhappy and painful times in life. They seemed to play on this film more then my happy times. I try to delete - like we can on the computer - to no avail.
I am so transparent and share from my heart. My grandchildren and on and on will certainly know my strengths, weakness, joys and sorrow. I want them to know me. So many things I do not know about my mother and my grandmother's lives and thoughts. Why do people fear to share their hearts. Maybe I am just different - who knows.
A few words from Thursday Poem that I read on "Beyond the Fields We Know", describe some of my thoughts.
"The places of my brokenness, the places of sorrow, the places where grief strung me out to dry".
Also in my journal a few lines from Cate "Rest little sister, it tells me in its hollow voice, rest you now, for all things turn in time, and we too, like the seasons, must await the time of our turning".
Cate is one of my favorite people and her writing and images speak to my heart. I jot down so many lines in my hand written journals.
Then my thoughts turned to
the wonderful times of love and happiness, the times when I created and felt I was a 1000 feet up in the sky, the times of precious stillness and solitude and the times I could and can feel God's hand upon me.
Enough sharing this Monday afternoon from One Woman