Sleeping with Bread

This week's nournishment for the soul:

• The Peanut's colouring book and Crayola twistable coloured pencils....AND the bubble gun! As strange as this might sound-- The Big Guy knows very well that I need play time. I unwind. It reminds me of how small things truly are and puts things back into perspective.
  Perspective is something I have a habit of tossing out the window when I get too many irons in the fire. Play is something that demands I go retrieve what I just tossed out. LOL Yup, me and my habit of letting go of things that I need to hold on to and holding on to things I need to let go of! Oy.....
  
  
• Music for the week....on the road, in the house--when I've needed a loving reminder about what's what.... Oddly enough music and songs of worship nournish me well (I guess that's not really odd, huh?) :
  
  This is the air I breathe.
  This is the air I breathe.
  Your holy presense living in me.
  This is my daily bread.
  This is my daily bread.
  Your very word, spoken to me.
  And I...I'm desperate for you.
  And I...I'm lost without you...
  
  
• That quiet time between wakening and end of that first pot of coffee (The Big Guy tolerates me without caffeine.....one of the few who can....LOL). Quiet, open-handed, listening time. I talk.......and I listen.
  Oh, the things that I get to hear......
  
  
• My meeting on Sunday. Not only do they have THE bestest breakfast on the face of the planet (those folks can really cook!!), they have some of the most spiritually centered folks I could wish to rub elbows with. And this week, WPIML accompanied me. Not WPIML #1 who lives in Minnesota, not WPIML #2 who moved wayyyy south over a year ago (I have him trained to email and ring me....LOL) --yaknow, WPIML #2 who left me with the task of locating a local WPIML since I now have two who are long distances from me.....
  But-----
  
  
• ---WPIML #3 who decided I was too big of a pain in the arse to pass off to anyone else. *laughing*
  He's a good fella. He's someone I can rely on to tell me which side is up......who'll just put it out there and say what he sees. (In other words, I don't scare him too bad.) I actually think he's even gonna LIKE me.......eventually.....sometime, maybe if I'm lucky? There's always hope! ;-)
  He's paused and asked The Big Guy to help him out a couple times when he was talkin' with me today....... That's a good sign, dontcha think? :-)
  He's a good ol' boy....and he talks like the other two WPsIML who've been in my life forEVER.
  And did I mention just sitting next to him at meetings gives me heart warmth?
  He wears his spirituality well--from the inside it radiates outwards.
  He said 'no' a couple months earlier when I asked him to be the WPIML.
  Soooooo.... whining is sometimes effective!!!
  HA!!!!
  *laughing, laughing, laughing!!!!!!*
  
  
• Looking to see where G-d is present. Cuz BOY howdy can I get focused on where I don't see Him at work.
  (Yes, I'm frequently WRONG about that one....WPIML reminded me of that, today)
  (Yep, I let go of things I need to hold on to and hold on to things I need to let go of. A LOT!)
  
  
• The walk through the park, in quiet...in peace....the promise of spring peeking out between bits of leftover snow....... (See! G-d present and accounted for!)
  
  
• Time with Dr. Neo-Nazi.
  Honestly--we've been 18 years together......doing whatever's been dropped in front of us, believing, hoping and conspiring to beat odds that no one should ever expect TO beat.
  Regardless of tests, regardless of waiting for tests....regardless of how we came to cross paths, his presence is comforting and reassuring and a reminder of how graced I am to have what I have and to be where I AM, today.
  
  
• Cups of coffee delivered.
  Pats on the head.
  Cuddles when I've asked and when I haven't.
  Dinners cooked and delivered--sometimes far away from the table as I'm cranking out work that's behind or near due.
  Shoes being picked up without question (I'm a shoe dropper....LOL......where I land, so do the shoes!), wadded up papers with numbers scratched out finding their way to the trash.....toys mysteriously finding the toybox.....
  I'm loved.
  
  I'm a well nourished gal this week.
  All the way around--no two ways about it!
  
  
  And!!! AND!!!!!!
  
  I have a brand new bubble gun!
  
  
  :-)