Monday, October 24, 2016

     Many people wake up with aches and pains. I can honestly say that at age 73, I have none as of today. I have never really had any aches and pains of minor concern, but I have certainly endured major pain in my life. I thank the Big Guy this Monday morning for the gift of feeling good, as we never know from one day to the next what is in store. I never brag about good health, perfect kids, money in the bank or whatever the “in” superlative might be. Every time I come close, something awful happens. Beware. 

     I have friends and family who are in physical pain, and some are in emotional pain. I send them my extra energy (which sometimes can be a bad thing), my endurance vibes, my empathy. Facing Mondays, for many, can be hard enough with all life’s stresses much less to face a new week of “to do”s with pain attached. 

     Yesterday, I spent looking upward. Maybe that’s where this is coming from. We spent a couple of glorious hours watching stunt airplanes do their thing against a pure blue backdrop full of sunlight. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and the temperatures were
unusually cool for Florida—around 78 degrees with a gentle breeze. The skywriters grabbed me by the heart strings as they wrote their message in the sun. When a beautiful male chorus began to sing over the loud speakers America the Beautiful in four-part harmony, I lost it. The message written in vapor said, “We love the USA.” All politics and prejudice evaporated in that moment, and we were all one—-all several hundred of us looking upward. I pray that the Big Guy was smiling down on us there humbled and united for those few moments suspended in the rays of sunshine.


     I am happy to report that my neck doesn’t hurt, and my heart is full of hope and humility as I face my Monday. How about you?