Saturday, February 09, 2008
Resolutions (written several weeks ago at the beginning of the emotional "down-turn...")
Time for new beginnings.
Resolutions are all very well,
but options are thinning
along with my grey hair.
Speaking of thinning,
my waistline isn’t.
I am pasting a quote here from Mare's blog again...(I love the way her mind works...working minds are so rarely encountered in this world.)
"...accept yourself- as you are today- as dough to be
kneaded, to be worked on, so that it rises fresh to the
new day. So that we can take the heat and pressures
that come up, and just become better and healthier!"
I've been helping a friend move this past week. She has Lupus, diabetes, and fibromyalgia...husband came in several days before Christmas and announced that he "had found someone he 'loved'," and was filing for divorce...Merry Christmas, darling! So she is radically down-sizing her entire life...been there, done that...how could I say, "I'm sorry, but my life doesn't have room for helping you survive your's right now...maybe later?" But I am exhausted, frustrated, and yes, depressed over the seemingly endless stream of "interruptions" and "rearrangements" to my own needs. I'd like to move someplace where I truly don't know a soul...at least for long enough to "catch up." The yeast in my own dough seems insufficient right now...Life is too much for the leaven to hoist.
This truly is about health and weight-loss, folks, because life can't be segmented. Spirit, mind, and body all intersect and flow in an out of one another to create "health." Oh, well. Today, I guess I am an example of how stresses siphon off focus and strength.
So today, I voted...presidential primary (that's depressing...), and local officials...took a walk along the river...the weather is glorious...stopped at the library to return a few books, came home and cleaned off my desk. The walk and the desk cleaning were life-giving. I'm going to put on a load of laundry, listen to my son's hockey team win their last regular season game here in a few minutes, and meanwhile I am brewing some potent spicy cabbage soup to address the dietary crisis. There, I feel better now. I just need to "accomplish" some little something now and then. (earning money would be good...smile.)
And I will be thankful that I am at least past the emotional trauma of the crisis that my friend is currently enduring...and that because I got through it, I can be some small degree of help for her...(she's actually stronger emotionally than I was when I got fired from my lifetime executive homemaker position!) Life can be survived, one tiny step at a time.