This is one of those slice-of-life posts, somewhat hard to tag. I'm saying it's inspirational, but I'm not sure that's it...it's sweet, but I don't want to start up a tag called "sweet"..blech..Ok, really it just is.
I have 347 posts started (yes, I'm exaggerating), but I have no energy to finish them. I've got the flu again. I was pretty much over it, then had a couple-days visit from my granddaughter (who was sick) and now I have a fever, aches, coughing (and whining, did I mention the whining) again.
Just a short while ago (I have spurts of sitting-up energy and I'm using them at the computer) I commented on a post (called: Goodness.....A reflection) by Pattie Mosca on her awesome affirmations blog. She talked about love being the foundation of her "nest" (you might want to check her wording..not just because I'm not quite here and may be misinterpreting what she says, but because she says the wisest stuff).
Pattie's post had me basking in reflections of love. It's sunny as all get-out today, so I'm in the office laying (lying? -somebody help me here!) on an antique hand-carved sofa that used to sit in the living room of the family matriarch (now gone ahead), whose home and garden were the most grace-filled and inviting spaces I've ever encountered. The sun is spilling onto me. My adult daughter (the slightly-British one) had opened one of the office windows so I could feel the unseasonably warm air -and chase some germs out.
And I'm just engulfed in love. My daughter is bringing me tea and cough drops, asking if I want soup. My seventeen year-old, fantastic musician son (go hear some of his stuff) made me a fruit smoothee at 2:30AM last night, when my fever was high and I was craving something cold. To top it off, when I came out into the kitchen in the morning - he'd cleaned up everything that he'd used to make the smoothie. He's seventeen! Jeez. I would not have cleaned up the kitchen after myself at 2:30AM. Where do these kids come from?
So, at this moment, I am enjoying love from the past (my dear great-aunt, the matriarch) and love in the present - from my kids and even from myself - I'm letting myself be a lump again today. I'm letting myself BE in the experience of love. It's so cool! So all encompassing. I just want to share this feeling with everyone (before I curl up and whine and nap some more).
C'm here! I wanna give you hug!!!