It is comforting, helpful, refreshing, and hopeful for me to hear such words from such a one as Thomas Merton! There's hope for me yet! I'm beginning so many things. I'm beginning to discover "me."
|Christmas Day Snowstorm 2010|
Now. Now is so different. And out feels so good.
And in other news . . . .
My housemates (hosts, really) are gone till mid-January. So if you want to come visit, there's room amongst the cats. Not the prettiest time to visit my neck of the woods, but not so bad, either. A foot of snow has melted already, and there is promise of some warmer temps and sun. Has been a bit lonely around the house. I've come to appreciate anew the gracious hospitality I'm offered with C & S. It's nice to have some folk to come home to.
I've taken a few tests of late. Tests that have raised my anxiety greatly! Fear has been rampant. But I took the bull by the proverbial horns and got it over with. Thank you God! The anxiety built up over the "grading process" was more than I'd admit to. The major test was a quick one, resulting in nothing to write home about. And that's a very good thing. You get what i'm talking about (and email me if you don't). A good way to start the new year.
After it all, I was really emotionally over wrought. And I did something that is a bit difficult for me: I called a friend and said, "I need some hugs." And, God bless him, he was there for me. Just hugs, and dinner, and talking. Nothing more. I didn't need advice or solutions, or sex - just a friend. I'm learning to make friends. Up close and in person. Surely, we are all beginners.
And, I finally made an appointment to have my eyes checked. It has been a while! But insurance has changed so that I can afford it! And my eyes are very healthy, but very different! I mean the prescription on the lenses will be totally different. I will be able to see well again!(No, I still won't be able to see straight). It's really a minor thing in some ways, but it's been driving me batty!
We begin again. We start over. It's not back where we were, it's someplace new. But we begin it again, nonetheless.
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding, near the end of the poem. It's one of Eliot's Four Quartets.