Full Ground Stop

And Confirmation Mass miracles

Journal: 16 May, 2023, morning.

I’m back. Kind of. Sort of.

I had a bout of vertigo yesterday and that stuff effectively grounds you. Full ground stop. Temporarily, but still… it’s Dramamine and complete cessation of any and all movement, until those little thingies in the ear canals rotate back to their “as issued” factory positions. I sleep a lot.

This morning I am better, moving into the “fragile feeling” stage, where I feel the need to hold my head so it stays attached to my body, and everything feels loosely connected and free floating. A weird feeling but hugely better than the crazily spinning room.

Pretty much everything else ceases to matter when you are miserably ill, which is why you should travel and have glorious adventures when you are young(er).

So. Enough about that. There’s nothing more boring than listening to people talk about their illnesses, I know, so forgive us, please, and remember this when it’s your turn. 😁

Our Confirmation Mass, with the Bishop in attendance and presiding, went beautifully (insert BIG thankfulness here). Our little church was packed, everyone showed up ON TIME and did their part beautifully and meaningfully, the music (thank you, Katherine and Ashley) was glorious, the food was delicious (especially the Cowboy Beans—thank you, Bo), and we all survived, another miracle. I’m not kidding! And I think we mostly remembered the true reason for the celebration, which isn’t a given, always, because we tend to get lost in the process of preparation.

Being mostly out of circulation for two days now, and for the several days leading up to the Confirmation Mass on Wednesday, I am certain I missed a lot because we are now in the days of at least two or three earth shattering and apocalyptic events by 11AM each morning, but I am reluctant to try to catch up. Instead I want to walk around outside and look at the flowers and plants. Altogether a more pleasant a way to ease myself into the day.

I sigh a lot these days.

And yet…

There is still so much beauty. In a dear friend’s smile, and twinkling eyes, and in my love’s good morning kisses, and in the way Henri races through the house to find me—every single time—when he comes in from an outside walk, and in the lizards and hummingbirds and blue jays and mockingbird songs and whipperwill calls and the enormous full moon and seeds sprouting and butterflies and kind gestures and words that leave you humbled in gratitude. In all that. All That.

I’m so glad I’m here, being a witness to All That. I think it’s worth everything else, the unavoidable “package deal,” don’t you?

#journalingalife