A Saving Grace
Again with the cool, absolutely dreary, sunless day. I did go down into my sewing room in the basement. At least down there I have enough florescent lighting that it gives the mental mind set that my environment is bright. Dennis had been doing a fair amount of pacing before he found himself a job of working on an old saddle. I tackled a bit of hand quilting while I was in my sewing room. I have to have something to show for this day that the Lord has made.
I have been on target for no or little activity on the shoulder, going on five weeks as it recovers from surgery, but there are days when you want to just get out and kick butt doing something physical to take the edge off. My better judgement tells me not to throw caution to the wind and have regrets later. I came upstairs after several hours and wandered the length of the house and there I found it: the saving grace of the day.
The purple lilacs allowing me to feel peace
The same little porch that has my thinking spot and rocking chair also affords me windows to the west. Though the sky was dark and gray, each window was filled with the blooms of the dark purple lilac. No, the skies did not part at that time with sunlight, but I did decide to just sit down a bit and do some self-reflection. I know the sun will shine again. I know my shoulder will soon be able to do more than hold my bra strap up. I know that my life is just as sweet as the aroma that these lilacs are sharing – so I cracked open the window a bit against the cool outside air to let the lilacs come in and rocked a bit of the afternoon away.