November 17, 2014
Hale Mahana, Kapoho.
Is there a mechanism in a woman's brain that
simply kicks in and says,'YES'? As that
mechanism in the brain takes hold of the mouth, women seem to think of all of
the possibilities. That was certainly the case with me today. What on Earth
was I thinking? I asked Audrey, an
incredibly awesome 8 year old, if she knew how to do cartwheels. She didn't
know what a cartwheel is! So...aunty gives a demo. Yes, I can still do a cartwheel,
however misshapen it may be. Totally
lacking in the ability to give verbal direction, I chose to give more demos.
Well drat, I'm not 8 years old. Perhaps I should act my age, not my shoe size?
A couple of pulled hip muscles were warmed by a
hot bath, deep blue (my essential oil 'go to' for muscles) and a snuggle. I'm
glad I showed Audrey the old cartwheel version. She, I imagine, will practice
and I hope to see a couple of happy cartwheels the next time she visits. I'm
blessed to have Audrey and her family as part of our family.
That same mechanism that made the cartwheel
performance happen, made itself evident during our time in Spain on El
Camino. The thought never occurred to me
that I would not finish the Camino. Even while we were in our worst moments, I
knew we would complete our pilgrimage. Admittedly, I considered finishing
another time when John was dealing with foot injuries. It may have been the
wiser choice, but together, we decided to walk our way through to Santiago.
I have not returned to my pre-Way level of
tenseness, but am beginning to feel it creeping in. My commitments should not
make me feel this way. In an attempt to guard my feeling of contentment, I'm
dropping some obligations. It isn't for a lack of caring. Quite to contrary. If
I take care of myself, I can better take care of, and be attentive to, the needs of others.
For now, I think I'll just honker down and
consider the beauty around me. And be very, very thankful for having my John in
my life. And perhaps consider my next
cartwheel adventure.
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