accepting this

With life in an uproar lately and much going on, I found that I needed some down time...time to think, get my mind in some sort of order and stop the chaos it was becoming.  So I took Friday and Saturday off, and vegetated...spending most of both days turned inward, thinking about things.

It's a refreshing thing for the spirit, and something I do instinctively when I see I am losing my center.  I spent the days thinking backward, and remembering people I loved who are no longer part of my life, but remain in my heart.  This was not time to be thinking about what I needed to be doing, but to think about what brought me to this spot in my life.  The influence of the people I have met, people I have known, and how they have made me a better person.

I think what started me on this path was a piece of paper I found stuck in my box the other day at work, inconspicuous at first.  I thumbed through the mail, tossed it aside to read later, and plunged on into my work day.  That piece of paper lay there for a few days, then one day while I was taking a break and drinking a cup of tea, I rummaged through the papers on my desk, and came across it again.  This time I picked it up and idly began to read it.

As I read the page with my name written on it, the hair stood up on the back of my neck.  It was as though this had been written to me personally, and it hit my gut so hard I sat straight up in my chair.  I reread it again, then again, and was stunned by the simple truths it held.

The person who sent it knows me very well, even better than I realized, and she knew I needed to read this:

Thank you Dolly.

And thank you to all the women and mothers in my life, who have added such dimension and richness that it is hard to convey the value in humble words.

Happy Mother's Day to my mother, and my sisters, my daughters, and my friends.  You are all the lights in my life.

...life is good. ~cath
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