Sunday Again

I've had a really good weekend. That's always a good thing. Right now it's a really good thing. It has been, I think, the best weekend I've had since I got back from the BE. There wasn't a lot scheduled so I had time to work on some house projects...the laundry room is done! All the shelves are cleaned off and reorganized, a whole bunch of junk has gone off to Goodwill, my little plastic boxes are all scrubbed up and neatly labeled with what is actually in them, and I managed to eliminate two whole shelves of storage! The dusty old miniblind is gone, replaced with a cute curtain. The adjacent porch got a sprucing too, the plastic is off, the windows are open, the floor got scrubbed twice, I put a table and a couple chairs in there so I can have my coffee or do some writing overlooking the back yard. Having done all that physical labor, my body needed some tending, so I broke in the hot tub on Friday night for the first soak of the season. Watching the moon rise over the trees while sipping a nice glass of wine was pure bliss.

Saturday I went to a new yoga class in town and....did my first headstand! Well technically it was a shoulderstand, but I was upside down and was that ever a trip! I discovered that when my perspective changes that much I have no clue where my body parts are! Hmm...there is a metaphor in there somewhere, I think! It was a very physical class, especially since I have been shirking on my practice, but it was also very much like coming home spiritually in yoga as it was very similar to the way my original teacher ran her classes, so I liked it a lot. Today, I can hardly walk and I am sore in places I forgot I had, however. That is the price I pay for practice shirking!

Today I had no church responsibilities, so I decided to be Episcoterian. My Presby friends were hosting a young praise band made up of youth from several local churches and their youth group was doing the service. Since I know some of the kids from the Lent series and it just sounded like fun, I thought I'd go. The plan was church, then home to laundry and packing for the FoH and maybe more house stuff. A friend was coming over to mow and Dear One was coming along to play in the dirt (we are sharing custody of the yard). Halfway through service, I remembered that I had the jail service this afternoon. Since it's basically a Bible study, there is not a lot of planning involved, so I wasn't too panicked, but it did mean I needed to rearrange the day. The jail turned out to be quite fine, I knew one of the guys from my day job and three of us had a very nice time talking about next Sunday's readings and why God needs to be our priority where ever we are in our lives.

There was finally packing, and the day ended with a doggie walk and another soak in the tub. For as much as that hot tub has been kind of a pain in the pocketbook, I do find it has its joys now and again. It was even nicer sitting there tonight smelling the newly mown grass.

I realized that I felt content a great deal of the time this weekend and that several times I actually felt happy. I think progress is being made. Grace continues to abound. God continues to shower me with blessings and hold me in love.

And tomorrow at noon we will hop in the car and head off to the big city for that amazing festival where I am going to see some of you....again and anew...and that will be a good thing as well. But for now I am aware of sleepy gratitude and a sense of peace, so it's off to bed.