April 4, 2017 (day 35)
Ironically I took this photo almost a year ago along the Riverway across from our apartment. I stumbled upon an outdoor art exhibit featuring works of local artists made primarily from natural resources. Pleasantly surprised, I snapped shots of both “prayer” and “sacred” two words I happen to love and incorporate in my body, mind, and spirit life. Most days.
I shifted gears today, made a decision having followed the breadcrumbs and took action. Stepped out of my comfort zone and it felt good. Finding new rhythm as little brown dog had become (as so wisely put in a NYT article on losing a pet) “the metronome of my life”. And she had, taking slower walks, still determined, needing to go out more frequently, monitoring her arthritis and other old lady dog realities. Five o’clock dinner on the dot. Our usual routes and relationships.
So instead of the walk over to the dog park (I will eventually go back over solo, or at least with a friend) this morning off to spin class I went. Sal’s “Michael Jackson” class everything and more than I needed or expected. A big boo hoo as the lights were low and “Man in the Mirror” and “Will You Be There” were back to back. Free Willy? I FORGOT about Free Willy. And as I left and he complimented another cyclist on her performance, she shared that her mind wasn’t really in class as her brother in law was moved to hospice yesterday. She asked why these things happen…and I asked his name. And her sister’s…that I would pray for them.
There is always something. Someone. Life is going and then it has bumps and twists and turns and sometimes sudden halts. This road. It is all sacred. Holy. Divine. Mundane. I pay attention and then I forget and something gets my attention again. Today it was my fellow cycler as well as an email about someone’s sudden loss of a parent, another friend losing her dog, praying for an old neighbor waiting for test results, and a new grandchild for an old high school friend/teammate. Seasons of life.
I came home with some restored energy, thank you endorphins, Sal, and Michael Jackson. Put on Pandora and moved through some piles and tasks with a sense of renewal. Changed sheets. Folded. (My friend and I call this “Laundry Party”). Taking down the wall of procrastination one brick at a time. Everybody dance now. In general just nesting, and coming to.
I am beginning to realize that so much of what I want to do here is spread the word. What does the fortune cookie say? ITS ALL SACRED. And ITS ALL FLEETING. So enjoy. Walk in the rain and turn on good tunes. Savor berries and scrub the floors. Enjoy the list but don’t be dismayed or discouraged by it. Lose the list. Snap photos and know there’s no going back. Only forward. Don’t miss the moments trying to capture them. Make wrong turns and balance the checkbook. It’s all sacred.