Maybe This is What Seeing Clearly Really Means
This past week I edited an article I co-wrote after we received “conditional approval”. I thought I needed just a couple of hours – 4 hours max. I started at 6pm and it took me 12 hours to complete the edits!
I lost track of time. Has that ever happened to you? Wow, I have never pulled an all-nighter, except maybe during pledging, but that was years ago.
By the time I finished getting ready and was on my way to work I noticed something was not right.
My eyes were red, painful, teary and I could barely see to drive. I had to email my students and department chair, let my classes go and then drive back home. (I should have called Uber.)
I’ve never prayed that much while on the road (unless you count the time we were coming home on an icy highway, from our honeymoon and I mistakenly grabbed the steering wheel & put us into a tailspin, but that was a long time ago). Why did I go to school nearly unable to see? (I won’t be impatient the next time someone drives slowly in front of me).
- I do put my hand in my eyes too frequently. I can’t do that anymore!
- I’ve got to take it easy and as Edward says “Take care of myself.” (I evidently don’t know what that means because I thought that was what I was doing, but I guess not.)
- I’m just thinking again about being thankful. Sometimes I think I really don’t understand how much I should be thankful for even basic things.
What Counts?
All I could do was lay down, rest and pray. I don’t know what the lesson was other than the items above and to slow my roll. But is my being quieter, less rushed, more pensive really the lesson? How will I know?
I know things will work out. I don’t know exactly how, but I have faith that things will and not in a Pollyanna way.
I didn’t do a post last week. I’m glad I am back!
Love you all,
Dr. Harriette
Some things I was doing while recovering from bronchitis were looking at things that were funny on Netflix & cable tv, resting, taking my meds, listening to podcasts that made me think and reflecting on what I am going to do from this point forward – NOT how did I get to this point!
When did I stop breathing deeply? I’ve been made aware of my breathing and the breathing of others on various occasions:
OK, I want to talk about water, clean drinkable water. Boy, is that ever a moving target! I listened to an astronaut the other day and how he drank everyone’s pee (everyone did – after it had been treated-purified and cleansed) because they were on the space station for at least a year and carrying enough water is difficult.
