Release tension

4-1-2017 New Mexico 

Every day I begin here with this 
as the only life there has ever been, 
completely new, starting here and now. 

For this moment of life is the only life I will ever have. 
Everything else takes place in the imagination. 
And this body is the only body I will ever have. 

Everything takes place in the imagination 
except the act of being here now. 
And I suddenly see, 
as I understand this for a moment 
that here and now 
is where the imagination has a wish to be active. 

I form the image of myself in every instant. 
Awareness as a mirror for what is. 
I see in this way that my sensation of being is a mirror for what is. 

     Lee van Laer, Midwife, today Morning Five Substack

S up at 5:45 for early trip to Boston. Definite tension and grump at departure time. She looked beautiful as ever, in a mohair knit dress she created, gold ochre bodice, purple body.  

   Grant her a safe journey an pleasant visit, Lord. IJN

A visit from my daughter

 

What a blessing.

A nap on my lap. How many decades since that happened?  Very touching. 

Thank you, Jesus 

What today? low energy

 

Call it first spring day in the neighborhood 64°

     Webinar on being, ego.  Mention of the Jesuit psychologist who realized in his 80s that he fantasized most of his career. That seemed so real to me in regard to the many business people we have been dealing with this past month.  Unreal necessary interactions and phone calls.

     Worst is body aches and pains. Lord heal ZiJN

Sunday in the park

 

With Red

     God and webinars today. Lord be we us through this Holy Week. Let us think of you daily, Lord Jesus. 

Grant us thy good will

 

Portsmouth NH 8-7-2014

        Life is short, death is long. Each day plays out like a fishing line cast out and reeled back through the same waters, with only occasional snags to mar repetition. Lord have mercy. IJN

Thank You for Healing

  

And for helpers

All better almost

Staples out, no cast, sling optional 

Thank you, Lord, for another good day.

Long lasting

 

Y’s flowers aren’t giving up the ghost. 

Neither should we, tired as we are. High temp

57° today,  but it felt so chill and gray. I as such a grump this morning, packing pills.  The nurse was here to hear me, I’m ashamed to say.  PT also visited, arriveing as I departed for hair appointment with dear M. Her previous client left ultrasound delicious homemade treats— lemon pound cake, pb chip chocolate cookies, Tollhouse chocolate chip cookies—I want to remember them, and her (Aging silver blonde long pageboy with a red going for fuchsia side streak). M sent home a goodie bag for A and me. Little dog and I stopped at Chic Filet to bring home very agreeable lipped.  Then comfy nap time with Red.

Thank you, Lord for this life, IJN.