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Thursday, June 22, 2006

Sometimes I get a bit high-strung. As part of growing up I've learned to cope with this better, but even still, there are times it creeps in full force. I take a breath. A deep one. I focus on the whole forest and relax.

Tomorrow is moving day for Mister. The house has yet to sell (what the heck happened to the market?). We have been busy. Understatement.

I will follow but not sure when. Waiting can be difficult, I push that to the back of my head. After tomorrow I am going to watch my chest rise and fall and release these stresses into the wind - they do not benefit me. It will all work out. It always does. It is much easier to sway and bend when the standard to straightness is removed.

Parables are pictures that emerge from the jigsaw events of life, however irregular or disconnected they may first appear. "All happenings, great and small, are parables whereby God speaks," said Malcolm Muggeridge, "the art of living is to get the message." To see all that is offered us at the windows of the sould and to reach out and receive what is offered, this is the art of living. Ken Gire, Windows of the soul.

2 comments:

Rob said...

"All happenings, great and small, are parables whereby God speaks"

I like this and it kind of fits in with my Emerson quote yesterday about weeds.

Smarts said...

Hi Rob, thanks for stopping by. I appreciate your reading and commenting.