May 25, 2010
Winds are wild and restless as the time of spring storms arrives. One looks out at the sky to see many clouds in constant motion – the street wisdom is that later on today, there will be a tornado somewhere as the heat and wind become more intense before sundown. Tranquil spirits are in California or off on cruises somewhere far away.
Who am I now? Another metamorphosis is taking place – I am definitely not at the “butterfly” stage. There is the constant pull of “what is” “what I want” and “how to deal”. Once I get past the “what I want” to “what is” without feeling really badly, then the “how to deal” part must be put into place. I got a blood transfusion on Friday but have not felt a great change in energy, and the food intake problem remains unsolved – I am still unclear about what will make me sick if I do eat – perhaps it is time to check out baby foods even if my formerly fussy taste buds become offended. The liquid diet continues to keep me going at the present, though I am slowly losing more weight.
Life goes on. Pentecost, with the wonderful celebration of the gift of the Spirit in flame and wind has been celebrated, and the church moves onward knowing well that it is loved and supported. Seeds in the garden are up and greeting the spring rains with eager delight, and our Alphie reached his fifth year, making him 35 years old in human count. He is at his zenith in age and should be a suave and sophisticated example of dogdom, however, this seems to have eluded him for he has an awkward walk that moves his body forward in a sway, sway, galumph, and he only achieves the beautiful image of the chocolate lab upon occasions when no one sees him but me. But the joy he brings to us is even larger than his huge smile and that is more than enough. We delight in what is good and we continue onward in hope – one day at a time.