It’s broken record time yet again. I am grateful for my family. Over the past week I’ve had a wonderful overdose of family, beginning last weekend when I was able to spend time with three sisters, one brother, an aunt, three nieces and a nephew, and my darling daughter. Then I got to hang out on yesterday’s adventure with my niece and her two friends as we trekked through part of the Garden District in New Orleans. And tonight I am basking in gratitude for my sisters and brothers-in-law for their love and generosity. I realize yet again that there is no greater gift in my life than the love of and for family.
I am grateful to be sitting on my bed back at home after what has been a long week. Thanks to my sister Ruth and her husband Trevor, I have been home for hours instead of just getting into the airport. I needed to get home–my body and mind were tired, and even my spirit had gotten weary. I couldn’t sleep last night and woke adrenalized this morning, my mind whirring with activity at 6:00 a.m. even though I hadn’t gotten to sleep until 1:00 a.m. I was turning over in my mind all the pros and cons of catching an earlier flight home. In the end I did what I’ve begun doing more often as I’ve needed to think through a thorny issue: I consulted my guides, not some mystical animal guides (though I have periodically consulted them too). I called my sister Ruth. As usual, she listened, offering her best counsel given the circumstances I laid out for her, and also as usual, it turned out to be spot on and just the analysis I’d needed to make my decision.
I am grateful for the advice given, for the flexibility exercised by my brother-in-law who shifted his airport pickup time to accommodate my change in schedule, and for my sister Sandy and her husband Al who took care of Honor while I was away. It is such a comfort to be able to leave my pup in such capable and loving hands. And now we are back at home and I am so grateful to be here. I am worn out from my travels and have a seriously intense next few weeks at work, but for this evening, in this moment, I am simply happy to be home.
I am nodding off at the keyboard, and why not? It’s been a long few days and I have to get myself together and ready for the week ahead. But I remain grateful that I listened to the voice of my inner self and decided to rearrange things so I could get home earlier. And now I will rest and acclimate myself back to my own bed, my stuff, and the familiar trappings of my home. And for everything that happened over the course of the past week, this past day, I am most definitely grateful.
