I have been writing a journal for…hmmm almost thirty-five years now. I started just before Larry and I met. I write it in almost every day.
I use a 8 1/2 x 11 spiral bound artists sketch book because I like the big blank pages, and it will hold a printed page or a cutout from a magazine or the internet. Now I’m drawing too, but for many years only words.
Every few months I need to buy a new journal and since I started using the spiral bound artists’ sketch book, I’ve also been buying a beautiful card to hide the logo on the front cover. And I always choose one that calls to me and reflects what is going on with me internally or in my life in some way.
Yesterday while I was writing How I Got What I Needed This Morning By Using Cooperation I typed the word nobody.
I looked at it and suddenly realized that the word was “no body.”
Larry and I are taking off on Saturday to our [Utopia]= to housesit for almost three weeks.
I’ve been emailing back and forth this week about arrangements and things I might need to bring.
Yesterday I emailed that I wanted to set up my computer in the room with the wood stove and view of the forest. And I wanted to know if it was possible to get the internet connection in that room with my ethernet cable. If not, would there be wi-fi.
This morning I received the reply:
This past week has been extraordinary in terms of the number of kindnesses that have come my way. Not that people are not generally kind towards me, but there was just a general increase in the number of kindnesses inflowing to me…well, now that I am observing what happening, there was a general increase in the kindness naturally outflowing from me as well.
But it was more than just the number of kindnesses, it was also the magnitude of the kindnesses. Yesterday, for example, two people offered to send me money in advance of when I was expecting it from them, without my even asking.
When I awoke this morning, the first thing I thought was “actions speak louder than words.” It’s an old saying but it’s true. And my realization about this, this morning, was that actions are a form of communication, and I hadn’t been paying attention to it as a form of communication.
The Night a Tree Didn’t Fall on Us, the Day a Hurricane Didn’t Hit Our House, and Other Times We Were Safe When the World Around Us Was Not
I was prompted to write this by a conversation I had this morning, with a friend I have known for many years.
She remembered something I had written years ago when I was living in Florida, about redirecting hurricanes. Which Larry and I did. During one of the hurricanes we experienced while living there, a powerful hurricane was forecast to hit us directly. We were ordered to evacuate but decided the best place for us was right in our own home. Many other local residents evacuated to a county to the east. We sat and watched the hurricane approach on TV, and just at the last minute it veered east and hit all our neighbors who had evacuated.
She asked me about rerouting other natural disasters and specifically, could I reroute an earthquake, which was her greatest concern since she lives in San Francisco and a once-every-100-years magnitude earthquake was now 15 years overdue.
When we were evacuated from our home because of possible fire danger, we went to San Francisco because it was the closest place that had power and better air. And we could stay with a friend.
The first night we decided to all go out to dinner together. We agreed on a restaurant that our friend had been to before, but we hadn’t. We decided to take the streetcar because parking in that part of town would be impossible.