Dream Whisperer…

It’s easy to worry…it just comes naturally…wake up…turn my brain on…worry comes out…takes no effort at all…

And…there are so many things I can worry about on any given day…finances…children…health…mother…finances…relationship…or lack thereof…siblings…work…finances…household things…friends…things I should have done…things I shouldn’t have done…the list could go on and on…

Thankfully…Bertha…frequently…tiptoes into my dreams…whispering softly…reminding me…that the sun will shine…even when it’s behind the clouds…the birds will sing…even when I’m at work and don’t hear them…she points out…that there is always much more good in my life than bad…regardless of how bad things seem to get

She reminds me…of the buttercups that bloomed in the winter…of the roses blooming in the spring…of the beauty of the changing leaves in the fall…and…bike rides and butterflies in the summer…

She reminds me…of the softness of my bed…the warmth of my coffee…brewed and waiting when I wake up

She reminds me…of the feel of cool grass against bare toes…of the taste of lemonade on a warm afternoon…of catching fireflies in fruit jars…of reading in my Granny’s rocker…of holding my newborn daughters…and granddaughters…

And…then…I wake up…and…worry…doesn’t seem so natural anymore…

Jane

Life’s Way…

Yesterday…I didn’t write a blog…I didn’t go for my morning workout…I didn’t get to work on time…and…most importantly…I didn’t feel guilty…

So…what was I doing that was more important…than these important things…well…it all started the day before…with a phone call from Mama…she had fallen…could I bring some bandage supplies on my way home from work…

She has fragile skin…so that didn’t concern me too much…but…her next comment did…wellI did go down on my knee and it’s hurting pretty bad

What can I say…my nurse instincts kicked in…I left work as soon as I could…and went straight to her house…to find a very swollen knee and she could barely hobble…we went to the ER…where it was initially pronounced…not broken…wrapped and we came home…but…I didn’t want to leave her alone for fear she might fall during the night due to the pain and awkwardness of trying to get up…so I stayed the night…

And…as a result…all of the above didn’t happen…and…honestly…as important as each of those things are to me on a daily basis…none of them mattered in that moment…the world didn’t come to an end…when they didn’t happen…

Now…the final report yesterday was…cracked…she’s been to the orthopedic doctor…she’s immobilized…things are being worked out…my sister spent the night…I’m writing my blog…I’m going to work on time…she’ll spend the weekend with me…I’ll make it to the gym…my house will get cleaned…all will be well…

Bertha…smiles knowingly…as she tells me…that…although I can set my priorities…life…will always have a way…of reminding me what’s truly important…

Jane