Monday Morning This and That

The boy and girl going hand in hand through a meadow; the mother washing her baby; the sweet simple things in life.  We have almost lost track of them.  On the one side, we over-intellectualize everything; on the other hand, we are over-mechanized.  We can understand the danger of the atomic bomb, but the danger of our misunderstanding the meaning of life is much more serious. 

Edward Steichen   

Good morning everyone.  Not a very pretty day out there, but we are in need of rain...and I do love the scent of it in the summer.  It rained hard last night, so hard that it flooded my kitchen.  I may have had to mop up the floor, but at least my window garden got a good watering.

Had a quiet weekend.  Went to the park on Friday.  What a gorgeous day it was!  Perfect for the park.  Had a tuna sandwich, grapes, and coconut water for lunch.  For some reason, even a plain lunch like that tastes better when eaten outdoors under the trees.  

Got a chance to sleep in on Saturday...if you can call 7:30 am sleeping in.  But that's an hour later than usual for me.  Once this pain in my legs starts, there is nothing I can do but give in and get up.  Have to make an appointment with the doctor to see what's going on.  I have a pretty good idea, discs in my lower back pinching against the nerves while I am at rest, but I'm not a doctor.  One thing I know.  I DO NOT want to take pain pills.  I'd rather look for other ways to deal with it.

Later in the day I made some butter fried chicken.  Oh, gosh, how yummy, and low fat.  I use Smart Balance Light Butter, and you'd never know the difference.  Dipped in flour and seasoned with salt, pepper, garlic powder and chives, and you have a tasty meal in less than a half hour.  It's perfect for those hot days of summer when one wants a meat dish, but doesn't feel like slaving over a hot stove.

This has been a special time in my life in more ways than one.  Oh, nothing could surpass the joy of re-uniting with my daughter and grands, but it also pays to take a look at the events leading up to our reunion. I think I'd mentioned it a few times.  I'd been having strange dreams about trying to find my way home. I'd find myself on strange pathways always walking in circles, never finding my way. Since the reunion, I no longer have these dreams.

Then, when I tell my granddaughter this story, she tells me that she has been having dreams as well.  Her dreams were of my father telling her there was something she had to do.  After sharing our stories we came to the conclusion that my dad was reaching out from beyond, working to get us together again.  

And then, in the park the other day, the crows appeared. (Enhance the photo and you will see two of them high in the tree.)  It's the first time I have seen them there.  They hovered about a bit, lit on a tree, and after a few, they flew away.  One of the lessons the crow teaches is that the past doesn't have to hurt.  It teaches us that if we want to heal we must discover a new perspective of the past.  Was that another message from my dad?  

Well, that's about it.  Have a good one.