I went to a support group session last Wednesday and we made a paper quilt. Each of us wrote on pieces of paper something we do to encourage ourselves. Then we laid all those pieces of paper on the floor and each of us picked up two squares that we didn't write and we're suppose to do them this week. I have two more days to fulfill my assignment.
One was to tell myself "it is not your fault." Well, I tried doing that and it worked for about 45 minutes till I started thinking about it again and it still seems like my fault. But I'll try again later and see if I can believe myself.
The other quilt-square had "visit sisters in California". Well...I don't have sisters in California. And if I did, I wouldn't visit them to make myself feel better. However, the idea of a getaway was appealing. This leads me to my search for a place to dream, relax and enjoy the space I'm in. My favorite place is my hammock in the backyard. I really love that thing. I get to lie there in the warm sun and gently sway back and forth and watch the butterflies, birds and bugs flit through the air. I drink in the beauty of my daisies, delphiniums and dandelions. And I dwell on the positives around me.
However, for the quilt-exercise I am suppose to fulfill by Wednesday evening, I've decided to visit my two little granddaughters in Texas for lunch tomorrow. They will be thrilled and I will be spoiled with their love and excitement at seeing me. It is the closest thing anyone could get to joy in the flesh. And with the price of gas, it could be considered a priceless adventure. selahV
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