Wake up, paddle through “first tasks,”and burst forth a frowning moment of nasty annoyance at “new discipline”, ie, hurry to blog first. How silly! Goes to show you can’t always choose emotions: was thinking about/intending regal calmness, maybe sacred connection, and happy Thanksgiving. Well, l’m past that. I’m reminded of the many times RB says, “let’s take a moment to collect ourselves.” So I do. Then I undo and insert the photo from last Thanksgiving, feeling my nostalgia and sadness at this year’s turn of events. Sisters could not come here after many years. And I’m struggling with this tech platform, which is not so mechanical that I can ignore it. Must conclude this is not sitting or meditating. God is not the first thing to enter my first hour. Hmmm. Try again, but notice that urge to rush: “I’ve got five minutes for you, Lord. Can you make an appearance now?”
Stop writing.
Sense and breathe.
Bennett sixteen point exercise.
Lord have mercy, God have mercy.
Not uninterrupted.
This is why it’s called Work.
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