"We love you! Wake up! We're hungry!" they announced loud and clear without (obviously)saying a word.
I am thankful my cats remember me after my three-month stay in Myrtle Beach. I missed them, though I did not realize how much until I came back.
On my way to the kitchen to fetch them some kibbles for my kitties, I caught a whiff of coffee brewing and bacon frying...yay! John was already up and fixing breakfast!
I am, of course, even more thankful John remembers me after my South Carolina sojourn. :)
In fact, with each day that passes since my return, it becomes more apparent that we missed each other more than we originally thought.
I've been busy re-arranging furniture, curtains, rugs and lamps, and John has been hanging pictures at my request. Did I mention John hates hanging pictures? Yes, that seemingly small "honey do" speaks volumes about John and his continuing love for me, without him saying a word.
During today's re-nesting, by the way, I unearthed three rather dusty books and a magazine I had, at some point prior to my Myrtle Beach departure, stashed under my side of the bed:
Speaking of speaking volumes!
What a jog down Sad Memory Lane...I remember speed-reading each chapter, each magazine article, desperate for answers, a solution, to all that seemed to be careening out of control in my life. Was that unhappy, hopeless woman really me?
Stuck between the dog-eared pages of The Hormone Diet, I discovered a slip of paper sporting a quote by the late, great Gilda Radner.
"While we have the gift of life, it seems to me that the only tragedy is to allow part of us to die -- whether it is our spirit, our creativity, or our glorious uniqueness."
Wow. I really had been struggling.
"In the midst of chaos, give your soul a place to rest," advised one of the other book's back covers.
Months later, as it turned out, I did just that. I left my life in landlocked Iowa and spent a quarter of the year living and working by the ocean, awash in the ancient healing wisdom of the crashing waves.
Clearly, thankfully, I am no longer who I was before my salt water sabbatical.
Once again, hope springs!
Still need some work on the weight/strength/living younger longer issue, but that is fodder for another post.
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Living more mindfully by the minute, the transformation continues...