REFUELING THE ARK, EVERY DAY

As I pen today’s post, David’s back in LA after a loving ten day stay, which suggests my need to remind myself how blessed Will and I prove to be to have three grown sons, three grandchildren and each other to love, cherish and hold close to our hearts as, yet again, this pandemic continues to surge, making quarantining necessary, based in my physical vulnerabilities, until such time as this highly contagious new strain of COVID burns itself out—so says my fervent hope!

As you can see, my intuitive voice is guiding the conscious portion of my mind to appreciate that which I feel so fortunate to have so as to buoy my spirit rather than watching it sadden and collapse with thoughts of missing my sons flooding my think tank with an attitude of negativity, which (along with premature anxiety) is not allowed to stowaway on my self conceived Ark, which, being fueled with positive focus, keeps my mind occupied with intuitive trains of thought, sailing toward calm waters where a mindful sense of peacefulness awaits my arrival, again and again.

Who knew that regaining peace of mind during taxing times would demand so much effort on the part of my thought processor, day after day?

Thank goodness, my intuitive powers guide me to write down my thoughts or else tidbits of classic wisdom would surely slip away.

Fortunately, upon posting each hopeful, positively focused train of thought to my blog, the conscious portion of my mind can revisit sound reasons for feeling grateful (most especially while quarantining) for every blessing that’s associated with keeping in touch with family and friends, both near and far via FaceTime, Zoom, phoning, texting, Facebook —and that’s especially true of my feeling blessed to know that Will, who’s in the living room engaging with football, is so close as to enjoy my hugs and kisses, every day, as much as I feel eager to receive the same heartfelt devotion that my loving husband bestows freely unto me.

And as this morning’s intuitive train of thought has buoyed my spirit, yet again, I hope to train my mind to remain on this insight-driven sunlit path where stepping stones, made of love, lead me forward as the remainder of today unfolds, minute by minute, hour by hour, until the bewitching hour is upon us, and Will and I fall asleep, side by side, some part of one touching the other, until the desert sun awakens us to open our eyes (and our minds) to welcome yet another dewy tomorrow, anew …

🙋🏻‍♀️Annie