asleep. This cold is tenacious----it has been clinging to me for a week.
Left the house at ten to 11:00 p.m., before the store closed, to get more medicine and tissues. I've gone through boxes this past week. Really.
I pampered myself by studying ancient Greek and 7th Century Moorish history in Spain. The later part was a bit personal as I'm Spanish. I loved my time, digging into times long ago. I see their practical applications in the way I live now.
In between studies, I let my body do its thing and doze away----in my dreams I was transported to the times I read. It was a pleasurable afternoon and evening. I had other plans, but my body dictated otherwise.
Part of personal growth is listening to what our "felt sense" tells us. I did that today. When we do, we're happier.
We're also safer because we aren't ignoring the obvious danger signs that our conscious self is wont to do. Being in touch with my body allows me to discharge negative residue carried within it, due to traumatic events, be they recent or from the distant past. That happened today.
A Semi Tradition of This Inn
At the end of the week, I often ask my guests to share their high and low points for the week. I believe in leading by example.
My High Point for this Week:
I've maintained my serenity, even though there were plenty of variations to my work week, due to the holiday. I kept my focus and enjoyed each day as completely as I could. (I was also happy getting a new tail light for my bike on Christmas!)
My Low Point for the Week:
Seeing someone blinded by denial, to the point that I wrote a letter ending the friendship. Actually it was last Saturday, but it is within the parameters of the past week. This person didn't read it until today.
I should be grateful. Another important letter I wrote, it took three months before it was read. That contributed to the decline of our relationship.
That was it. At least she remembered I enjoy that old-fashion salutation. It also may be this person saw I wrote her with that introduction.
Perhaps her response is a Proverbs 25:12 occasion. If so, I'm glad. (I'll let you look up the reference.)
Writing this letter, ending a friendship of fifteen years, was also a high point. We get what we tolerate, we train people how to treat us. I stood true to core values of mine.
No, my illness is not a low point. It's a natural part of life. I find illness is often a good thing: it slows me down.
It allows me to pause, which is always good. I do not feel more alive when I am in the midst of a crisis. I learned years ago that type of response reveals I'm still diseased with a codependent mind.
How About You?
What was your high and low points for this week?