It’s 2:30 on Wednesday afternoon. (EDT) and it’s one of those days that is turning out to need all the ME’s!
Blessedly, the ME who is in charge of making tea woke up first. Followed quickly by the ME with the emphatic reminder that turning the house alarm off before letting the plumber in was a decidedly useful plan!
Then another ME chimed in, waving my phone in my face and insisting that I check the notes I typed into texts while I was listening to the paintings whisper useful things in the middle of the night. That, of course, set paint ME to jumping up and down with a new idea for the quilt. (Yep… I’m painting a quilt!)
Filters Me was next up. Very exciting phone call. Big plans on the calendar. Can’t share just yet, but it’s coming soon!
Hearth-tender ME was, a bit belatedly, next. #wipwednesday post for Facebook. That was going well until the gremlins ate my first post and I needed to start over. Aaarrrgh!!! And several deep breaths…
By noon, it was time for 15-minute ME to take charge. Red pen. Designated sketch book. Really helpful revisions to the Fairy-Tale-In-Progress.
And, then, a poet ME from the way-back days.
Standing on the Edge
I am standing on the edge.
Toes curled under.
Hanging on.
Like climbing too high on a ladder.
Trying to decide if I’m terrified.
Or excited.
Knowing that, in my body, the experience is the same.
Knowing that whoever decided we could only feel one feeling at a time was wrong!
Knowing that this is neither good news, nor bad.
The wise old man on the mountain was right.
Trying to glimpse the beyond which is past the edge.
I like beyond.
I like creating.
Abracadabra!
For I will make something of the word.
Though I suspect I’ll make more prayer dots, first!
I am standing at the edge.
Hoping I’m excited!
(slb 10/27/16, from Grandmothers Are In Charge of Hope, edited a bit!)
And, yes… I watched a whole lot of news last night!
Also, a bit of The West Wing. Matt Santos, candidate for President of The United States, speaking in an African American Church, after a tragic shooting. And I’m going to go way out on a limb and guess I’m not the only ME who’s been inspired by this…
He was right. We are tired. And more compassion is required of us. And, slowly, too slowly, things will get better.
For now, though, I’m sticking with excited. And, determined!
Stay tuned…
ps… the photo at the top is from the reverse of my #Celebratrix painting. The more traditional “front” side has a big appearance to make tonight. She wanted you to see this view! ME, too!
pps… let’s talk about HOPE! Like the kind of hope your ME is holding! 45 min. My gift. We’ll blow a bit of dust out of your Medicine Basket and claim the next right thing on your path to the place where Hope lives for you! You show up, real you, with a cuppa, and something to write on and with. Red Thread, if it’s handy. I’ll bring the best stuff I know. Just click here and the calendar elves will hook you up.
