Last Saturday of the month

A dreary, cold November day, this Saturday, and I am glad I chose not to hike today.

Not often I would admit to that, but there it is. I prefer brighter, and a little warmer days, at least not the kind of damp cold that seeps into my bones.

I know I will miss the woods, though, and all it offers me this weekend.

I have planned to conserve my energy for other things this week in preparation of a little 'escape'.

A friend and I decided to share expenses so that we could both get out of the cold and rejuvenate, in anticipation of this fast-approaching Christmas.

We are both grieving losses, albeit different kinds, and the reprieve will hopefully enable us to both achieve not only a change of scenery, but also a little 'perspective'. I have learned that sometimes the 'widescreen view' can only come with distance.

I find I am procrastinating though, and here I am writing instead of doing what needs to be done and quickly. I think I need to fulfill one of my passions today, and writing is that 'one'.

However, I will limit my time here today, and there is only one more thing I want to share.

After the DivorceCare group I facilitated this past Thursday evening, I did not feel the devastating effects of the previous week. In fact, my sense of humour escalated to the point that I responded to an email that evening with a heightened sense of playfulness, unlike me of late!

There are probably many reasons I felt more normal, the most important being that my spirit was uplifted during this session, as opposed to burdened.

When I 'let go and let God', as I did this time, my load is lightened and I reap the reward as do all those I serve . . .