A day of magic

The magical day began with a quiet morning after spending the night with Aunt Joreen. She had slept so late I was getting concerned, but the phone rang and she answered it. So she hadn’t died in he sleep. A relief to me, not necessarily to her. She is 90 years old, has lost a great deal of her eye site and her independence and is ready to “go home.” I hugged her goodbye wondering if I will ever see her physically alive again. Sad and yet understanding her desires and exhaustion with her struggles in this life.

I set the GPS for home and got on the road for the three hour journey home. Wazy took me an unfamiliar route. In a bit, I turned into a Starbucks. Crowded with all the tables taken. One woman, however, was alone at her 4-top. I ash permission to sit and eat my oatmeal. She waved me into a seat and we began a conversation. I heard myself asking her if she would pray with me. “Because you are a woman of color and I am white; because of the accusatory process of the current Supreme Court nomination; because of the connection and unhealed wounds from the Anita Hill/Clarence Thomas situation; because of the Me-too movement; because there are and will be men being accused wrongly which is painfully detrimental to their reputation and well being; Would she pray with me? Pray for the women and and the men, asking that truth, compassion and Godliness surround all concerned.” Or some words similar!

So agreed.  We stood and then sat in a Starbucks in Indianapolis, held hands.  We each said our prayers out loud, safely.

I then drove onto to New Albany, Indiana where I was to meet up with a friend to view the Penny Sisto are exhibit at the Episcopal Church. Pat and I pulled into the parking lot at the same time. We walked to the door to find it locked but a woman responded to the doorbell. “We close at one,” she said, “but I stayed late today to finish up some tasks, so come on in.” A blessing since the display is quite a drive from our home.

Fabulous fabric art work. Fabulous.

We got a tour of the architectural splendor of the church also.

After coffee and a delightful croissant we drove I-64 east to home where we were treated to a sky decorated with a full rainbow. Full!  Both sides planted around Waddy-Peytona.

I arrived home only to find my micro-green tray suffering my absence. Determined to not let their collapse event ruin my day, I watered and…and hoped, and prayed and… by nightfall he beautiful tray of micro-greens recovered.

A day of magic.

I send one to each of you.

http://www.pennysisto.com/

https://www.stpaulna.org/

What if there are no limits?

Blessed

In my meditation class last week I was given the message – There are no limits.
Consider that.
So in my ruminations about that I came up with a prayer.  Let me say that I like to be all inclusive in my prayers!  Once while driving a friend and I played prayer!  We blessed things like everyone in the world who was wearing blue jeans – and everyone who was not.  We blessed everyone who was born in January and everyone who was not.  It went on and on for miles!  (This may be a statement that gives me points in the, “You are so weird,” category.  And you are posting this for the world to see!!! Oh, well.)
So, in my journaling, I asked that all the gloves in the world brought warm, healing power.
And that every time someone donned a hat they felt spiritual connection.
So then, what if all the shoes put on this morning brought connection with the earth and awareness of the life, beauty and living relationship with her?
What if everyone’s clothing brought with it a sense of protection and supported a strong knowing of the true self?
But I quickly realized this material aspect of this endeavor created an outside need.  A need for gloves, hats, shoes and/or clothing which would create limits because one person would have a silver hat and another a ball cap. And then, consider the issues of so many kinds of shoes!! One of my particular joys.
So, it all comes down to what I/we create inside, without anything outside of ourselves. How do our thoughts support our physical, emotional and spiritual self? And from which area do I listen and follow? The spiritual? The emotional? Or do I keep a nice balance.
So what if there are no limits? What can I accomplish if my mind, body, emotion, spirit connection works in sync to bring to me what I truly desire?
Which brings me to: “What do I truly desire?”
What do you truly desire?

Blessed is one of a series of dolls I am creating out of fabric, trim, yarn, earrings, bracelet pieces, and on and on!  I aspire to creating 20 of them.  And since there are no limits, I guess I can make an infinite number!!! Because there are no limits as to time or pieces of stuff to work with or ideas.  Hummm.  Let’s make some dolls today!

Blessed is 8″ x 11 1/2″ wall hanging, created from a piece of vintage wool, trim, yarn, pins, earrings, beads and bracelet pieces.  $50.