In the beginning.
Sunday night. The beginning of a new week. I like to look at
the shape of the week to come, of my week to come. Being a writer who needs
loose time, time to fidget and dally and finally settle into writing mode, I
welcome a week whose landscape includes some empty terrain. Rarely am I looking
at such a landscape, but with a little planning I can usually squeeze pockets
of it in, now and then.
Worst of all weeks are those pockmarked by meetings: it
depends what meetings, I confess, because some meetings are great: creative and
prayerful, and include spending time with people I know and enjoy. But not all
are. Not so keen on appointments,
either, because those invariably involve valuable time spent in waiting rooms.
Good idea to remember to take a book to redeem the time: note to self for
tomorrow morning.
Great weeks are those dimpled with time spent with loved
ones, and I am blessed with many loved ones within driving distance. It may not
always be so, and not all of my loved ones are in driving distance, so I make
the most of the moments. To spend time with wee ones, watching personalities
develop and creativity spark is a blessing, pure joy. To spend time with grown
ones who will always be my wee ones, is inspiring and, in the true sense of the
word, awesome.
Great weeks include those where the appointments are with
God and special praying friends. Soaring together in the Spirit. Yes.
Great weeks are also those celebrating love and life.
Celebrating and remembering forty-two years spent with my soul-mate: enjoying
memories of the ups, usually laughing at memories of the downs, and being full
of gratitude for them all.
Yes, a great week coming up. Thanks and praise to God for
those everlasting arms which have always held us safe.
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