Peter called last night around 7:00 p.m. to
see if he could stop over with pictures
of Whitney's wedding. I thanked him for
the opportunity and explained that I was going to a gathering at Emily Jane
Lemole's. I have come a long way when a
chance to see Peter – and see pictures of Whitney’s wedding - does not automatically
override other plans.
There are two things I would like to share
about that gathering last night. One is
very down to earth and sort of "unmentionable" but is important to share. We left for Emily Jane's right after dinner
and I did not get a chance to "visit" Lamb (my commode), which is
unheard of. Yet, I was so focused on
what I was going to do and then being there that it not cause any
problems. Wonder of wonders!
The other is how wonderful it was to sit in
the sphere of that beautiful house chapel. I was seated in the far corner, with my back
to the wall and several rows of people in front of me and I did not feel the
least bit claustrophobic, which - looking back at it - seems unimaginable. I am extremely claustrophobic. My only reality was the sphere of peace and
love filling the chapel, not that I was tucked in a far corner, blocked by the
wall on two sides of me and people on the other two, and had not made a
bathroom pit stop since before supper.
Although I was not able to catch more that
bits and pieces of what the woman who lead the devotional service said, I could
hear the cadence of her words and look into the faces of the people around and
across from me. What an interesting
group. Directly in front of me and to my
right were five or six husband & wife pairs.
One of the things that touches me deeply
with this discussion about evolving roles within our church is the
diversity. I do not recall anything
quite like it. There is a wonderful
sense of openness to the Lord and a deep desire to be lead by Divine Light.
The singing was heavenly. It was fun for this "youngster" to learn a new song. At the end of the service, a young woman that
I have known and loved since she was in high school showed how the Africans
worship God, raising her arms about her head and swaying. I would have joined
in, except they would have had to call an ambulance.
As I told Emily Jane when we parted, I
would not have missed it for anything.
By the time we got home, I was very
tired. Peter was heading in the door as we
drove up. My heart sank. I did not have the energy reserves to look
through photos. All I wanted to do was
head up the wooden hill.
Peter seemed to sense that - maybe it was
my stumbling to my knees heading up the steps to the front door - and said he
would check back later. He is not
available evenings - and he wants Elsa there, for some unknown reason, since
both she and I get the strong sense she gets on his nerves, so workday mornings
and afternoons are out. He suggested
7:30 a.m. on Saturday. Now, that would
be something - this "lazy bones" doesn't get up until 9:00 a.m. at
the earliest and I slept until 11:00 a.m. last week.
Last night's sense of weariness continued
into today. This afternoon I took a
tumble in the kitchen. My legs just gave
out. It was good luck that I landed with
a great !plop! on a bag of recycled newspapers - had I
fallen to my left instead of my right, I might have taken a flyer down the
steps to the den. Frightening thought.
John was down from his studio in a flash,
full of reassurances and great bits of humor as he helped me to the big chair
in the living room. I was shaken and
felt like I might burst into tears at any moment. I still felt that way when Schatzi got home
from work.
It was scary!
I had her take a look at my banged-up left
arm. I suffered mostly bruises and one
nasty abrasion, which she cleaned off, disinfected and bandaged up. I wish I had some of that wonderful liquid
Arnica, which is almost miraculous in its healing powers. If anyone out there knows where to get some,
please tell me.
Am more than ready for bed and a good
night's rest.
Love to one & all - a
spiritually uplifted, physically banged-up GRAMSTER
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