Last evening I was so exhausted after wrestling with firewood most of the day. My Rebecca had made dinner, potato pancakes and an omelette.
With the extra time that we seem to have these days we may fuss with leftovers to create something interesting instead of chucking stuff in the microwave for a quickie warmup. And we had some pears that came from the food bank that needing eating up. I picked through them in the fruit bowl with the bananas and avocados and found the two most ripe. She sat at the dinner table and peeled them and cut them up for our dessert. I mixed them with a little honey yogurt. Then of course her fingers were all sticky from the juicy fruit. I said something like you need a finger bowl. Now, I don’t tend to pamper people, never fixed anyone breakfast in bed for instance maybe because I have never really been pampered myself. And it took me a moment to say yes I could do that, to bring a little bowl of warm water to the table. And I did that for My Rebecca. Well, yes I could use a little atta boy but really I want to say that maybe in these unusual times we have some space to fuss with things, fuss with ourselves and for others close by.
A couple of days ago I was writing about dreams saying that I think due to our unusual circumstances we are entering a period of intense dreaming. I can feel this because I tend to have dreams in periods of transition or doubt. We seem to crave guidance and I think that we will get it. All we have to do is pay attention. Remember paying attention? They are other words for being present. Right now I am sensing that the Universe is fussing over us and we need to pay attention and benefit from it.
Here at Phil’s Camino I have the prayer machine cranked up to full capacity beaming out rosary pleadings with maximum wattage. Each lap that I walk of the terrain is one lap around the rosary beads. Simple, easy peasy. I contemplate the Four Great Mysteries as I walk, contemplate suffering and death, contemplate redemption. I am fussing over God I guess.
pay attention loves, Felipé.