summer fun
Instructions from Rob Bresney:
"Now close your eyes and imagine that it's a bright and warm summer day
at the beach. You're sitting in a cozy chair. The sky is a deep, infinite
blue. A balmy breeze caresses your cheeks. Your body feels strong and
serene. You're in harmony with the flow of life. Look around you. See the
sparkling white sand. Feel the gentle waves swirl around your ankles."
Going to the beach, via Chicago, how appropriate eh. In childbirth, doing the Lamaze breathing, the beach was my place to imagine myself in great peace and relaxation. Not surprising for this Michigan girl, raised on the shores of Lake St. Clair ("not a great lake, but a good one"--David Joshua). I feel a vivid sense of relaxation just writing this, the magic happening even in the swirl of preparations. Beach towels in the washer. Little piles of activities, cards, beachballs, the DVDs, stand ready. Now if the heat would just subside I could bake some goodies to fuel our beachwalks, soda bread, blueberry buckle, carrot cake muffins. How wonderful it will be when everything is ready. Floating toward the benediction of family and laughter.
For some reason, perhaps because this is a vacation I have done so many times, I do not have all that pre-trip anxiety. Thank God. Warren has enough for us both, work pressure. But I have decided not to be anything but sympathetic about that. Why add to it? I wonder why this never occurred to me before. It is not that it didn't occur but that I was lost so many miles from sympathy. I also wonder if the benefit of having been so sick this year is that ability to appreciate feeling good, and bask in that serenity.
On to the healing waters...
"Now close your eyes and imagine that it's a bright and warm summer day
at the beach. You're sitting in a cozy chair. The sky is a deep, infinite
blue. A balmy breeze caresses your cheeks. Your body feels strong and
serene. You're in harmony with the flow of life. Look around you. See the
sparkling white sand. Feel the gentle waves swirl around your ankles."
Going to the beach, via Chicago, how appropriate eh. In childbirth, doing the Lamaze breathing, the beach was my place to imagine myself in great peace and relaxation. Not surprising for this Michigan girl, raised on the shores of Lake St. Clair ("not a great lake, but a good one"--David Joshua). I feel a vivid sense of relaxation just writing this, the magic happening even in the swirl of preparations. Beach towels in the washer. Little piles of activities, cards, beachballs, the DVDs, stand ready. Now if the heat would just subside I could bake some goodies to fuel our beachwalks, soda bread, blueberry buckle, carrot cake muffins. How wonderful it will be when everything is ready. Floating toward the benediction of family and laughter.
For some reason, perhaps because this is a vacation I have done so many times, I do not have all that pre-trip anxiety. Thank God. Warren has enough for us both, work pressure. But I have decided not to be anything but sympathetic about that. Why add to it? I wonder why this never occurred to me before. It is not that it didn't occur but that I was lost so many miles from sympathy. I also wonder if the benefit of having been so sick this year is that ability to appreciate feeling good, and bask in that serenity.
On to the healing waters...