Good morning, everyone ~
Mother Nature is asleep at this early hour and a momentary dry spell (4:30a.m.). Wish I could say the same thing about the mosquito population. We need more mosquito-eating frogs, birds, lizards, toads!
Good news! My granddaughter, Haily, is passing through town this morning. She’ll be here shortly for a quick visit. It has been a long while since we’ve seen each other. Those of you who are grandparents can relate to my current degree of excitement.
Isn’t it nice — something to feel excited about! Especially after the past 2 years and almost 9 months of being on guard for another next-awful-news to come over the airwaves? Priceless!
It’s absolutely the nicest excitement when a person can feel this good at the thought of seeing another person. Think about that statement for a few moments. I’ve traveled to Prague, Rome, England, the Virgin Islands, and all over the United States. All of which was grand, and I’m immeasurably grateful for those experiences. The level of excitement I felt in anticipation of seeing those places, however, does not compare to the thought of getting to see, hug, and speak directly with my granddaughter (and son, whenever he can visit).
Heart-to-heart … it’s a communication that not everyone has experience with. Poor lambs! I have often wondered if some people are simply not capable of this; perhaps, born without it. Is there a gene for it? If so, then why does it not turn on for some people? Can it be manually activated? Oh, the mysteries of Life! May we all be enabled to be surprised, excited, grateful by our own heart’s ability to love immeasurably.
Here we are, halfway through September and beginning to see a few signs of Autumn. Blink an eye, and it’ll be a new year, a new calendar on the wall/desk/phone. Our Rip-van-Winkle period of suspended animation will likely continue. We just can’t seem to get beyond the shock of too many shocking events rocking this old globe. Perhaps that looming reality is providing a backdrop to better highlight my morning anticipation. No need to analyze it too closely. I’m going to simply bask in this joy for as long as possible.
As if to applaud that decision, Mother Nature has called a frog chorus together, and an owl has just whoo-whooted — nature’s “Hallelujah!”
On that note, dear friends, this old woman will sign off for now. I hope there has been something in your Life this week to spring your own heart into your personal “Hallelujah!”
Stay alert. Stay connected. Stay heart-to-heart strong!
Gentle hugs/much love,
Marian