Ducks and rows
and herding cats
Lists and notes
and panic attacks
This week started similar to the couple before – country music, tears, and a 5:00 a.m. trek to the airport. I was tired of the job, sick of being away from home, and worried that I had fatally wounded a friendship. Throw in a chainsaw accident (Scott) and a black eye (me) – you have duck soup and pastures full of unherded cats.
Over the weekend, I hid in the cave that was my home, turned off the phone, and binged on Season 2 of Game of Thrones.
When I wrote this first draft on the airplane, it started with an “I’m sorry” and ended with a dramatic deletion of MamaMick. I’d already semi-boycotted Facebook, why not WordPress? I was sick of myself! In the original post, I wrote a cheesy poem (excerpt above) and sang a Swan Song so long that reeked of self-centeredness and immaturity.
Then, some amazing things happened over the next few days:
God tapped several of us on the shoulder, showed His grace, and reminded us that life can change in a second.
The friend I thought I’d lost reached out, and we shared sixty precious minutes of apologies and honesty. Thank you, A.
Then, I went for a run in the Tennessee Woods…
After that, I took a stay-cation day – then two more!
I spent an entire morning with my college girl. We transplanted tomatoes and seeded several flats of snapdragons, petunias, and daisies. Side-by-side smiles accented by the glorious sound of her laughter.
I baked cookies with my son. He’s grown two more inches in the ten or so days that I’ve been gone…
I found a heavy bag and a yoga mat – for boxing, breathing, and letting go.
And finally, I bonded with the hubs after he talked me into removing his stitches. Nothing says, “I trust you” like suture removal without anesthesia.
Now, I want to give you the same gift Somebody gave me. On the way to the airport and during the trip home two days later, I heard the song Hello World by Lady Antebellum – I got teary-eyed both times. The first time was with a heavy heart and the second was with gratitude – for counted blessings of old friends and happy memories.
I don’t believe in coincidences – things happen and we cross paths for a reason. Put down the lists, toss the whip aside – ducks and cats can always wait.
Hello World by Lady A.
Talk radio screams at me through my tinted window I see
A little girl, rust red minivan, she’s got chocolate on her face
Got little hands and she waves at me
Yeah, she smiles at me
How you been
Good to see you, my old friend
Sometimes I feel cold as steel
Broken like I’m never gonna heal
And I see a light, a little hope in a little girl
It’s got these little white crosses
Like angels in the yard
Maybe I should stop on in, say a prayer
Maybe talk to God like he is there
Oh, I know he’s there
Yeah, I know he’s there
Programming note: You might notice a quieter presence for a while. The book I wrote won’t edit itself, and that’s going to be my focus. I’ll be sure to stop in from time to time and write/share photos here whenever I feel like it.
I’d also encourage you to visit Mark Bialczak over at his site – he was scheduled to be my featured blogger today. After I had my mini-meltdown this week, he graciously wrote the post planned for FreeStyle Friday and incorporated it into his regular feature: Free Advice Friday. I hope you’ll stop over and see him – this guy has heart and grace in spades.