Sacred Sunday

It has been a long time since I have posted something dedicated to Sacred Sunday exclusively. But the last few days I’ve spend reclaiming my life and so I believe it is fitting for me to do so today.

My friend, who has been kind enough to open her house to me, has left for her new job and life in Germany. On Thursday my middle daughter, hubby and two grand-kids came to visit. His weekends are Thursday and Friday – so it was perfect. We had a great visit, and I put them to work helping me make this place my home. Furniture was moved into the garage and rearranged in the house. My meager possessions began to make their way into the condo.

Ater my daughter and family left I went in for my hair appointment. And in celebration of both my own space and autumn, fall colors of red and orange were added to my usual blue and white hair.

Today treasures, not seen since I left Illinois, have been unwrapped. Some have found a new home, others are waiting for that perfect spot in which to place them. My bedroom has been rearranged for me. My desk is no longer against a window and it’s wonderful to work without the blinds closed. My friend was kind enough to let me borrow her treadmill, so it’s been placed in my room in a convenient position for me to use. My daughter and son-in-law donated an unwanted weight station, so now I can begin to do my strength exercises once again.

My friend’s curtains have been carefully folded and put away, to be shipped to Germany in the spring. My curtains have come out of their box and are hanging in the bedrooms. Incense is burning in the rooms – filling the house with the smells that are once again familiar and a part of my life. My shrine is in the living room, my little Buddha, singing bowl and other treasures lovingly placed.

I have been playing music all day. It seems like a long, long time since I’ve had a day of music and my heart is light. My favorite song of all time has to be “Comfortably Numb” by Pink Floyd. My middle daughter was born in a British maternity home in England. This meant we had to take a trip to the American Embassy in London to register her birth. We did this in 1980 just after “The Wall” was released. We timed the trip so that we could also see Pink Floyd in concert. The guitar solo of this amazing piece of music caused the hair on my arms to raise. Usually it still does. So, in closing this post I’d like to leave you with this…

Will the winds of change blow?

I’ve just finished reading The Girl with no Shadow by Joanne Harris, which is the followup to Chocolat.  I LOVED the movie Chocolat, so with this new book came out I just knew I had to read it.  However, into the first chapter I decided that I needed to read the novel before continuing because there were references in The Girl… from Chocolat which weren’t in the movie.

So, read it I did.  And then I read The Girl…  It’s a great book, but it took me awhile to read – because of all the chores that need tending to.  And now I’m left feeling strangely restless.  Which is exactly how I felt when I saw the movie Chocolat and read the book.  For some reason I really relate to the main character – Vianne Rocher.  No, I’m not a witch (am I?), but I am a traveler.  I often feel that I too must move when the wind calls.

I used to dream of flying.  Not in an airplane, but actual flying.  In these dreams I could fly and ride the wind, looking down on the earth below.  Never too high, just above the tree tops.  And sometimes, instead of soaring I found I would glide and land, glide and land.

And now, once again, I am restless.  Who knows, perhaps I’ll ride the wind again tonight in my dreams.