But we searched for 20 minutes for an missing athletic bag this morning. It's so much easier to function in a tidy house, and this house looks like a hurricane hit it. Followed by twisters. And wind. And maybe a garbage truck exploded.
So, I'm going to go get out my mop bucket and my shovel, but first I just have to say:
My husband quit his job. His job that makes him travel all the time. We won't fly for free but he'll work four miles from home with a start time and an end time and vacations and WEEKENDS off! Praise be to a good government job. This is good news.
And my Aunt Kathy died, my dad's sister. I loved her. She was always very good to me. I really wish I'd gone to see her one more time. But my friend Jen said at least she died on the same day as Patrick Swayze, so she can dance all the way to heaven. That image makes me smile!
Last, I'm praying a wicked fierce prayer today for a friend who heard news, but it wasn't the good news she hoped for. It wasn't bad news, it's just "more tests" news. Time to bring on the prayer that holds a glowing white light all around the loved one, and it swirls in the energy of everything that passes by, swirls in the deep peace of all of creation. It heals and soothes and fills all. I have a couple of people that I'm holding in prayer, actually. It's big, this deep prayer thing. Kind of takes it out of you. But that's OK, I can't think of another thing that needs my energy more today, than people I care about. Not one thing.
The messy house can wait.