Gah. Just call me Sentimental Sally.
I took another Healing Day yesterday, sat around remembering the early and later years of Lennon and McCartney, how they made me smile on normal housekeeping days and the way they napped in sunlight and enriched my hours. The way I could pause in all the work and music and happiness to hug them and scratch their backs.
But now they're gone... the days, the cats and I'm sitting here repeating this song, this Once Upon a Time, over and over with tears in my eyes.
Oh, I can't wait to get to Hobbit Cottage! Though yes, I realize we're not supposed to wish days away (since they're all too precious), but just this once maybe it's ok. Perhaps (but I'm thinking probably not...). Sigh.
Healing Days! I've taken far too many here on this farm. Seems I'm always recuperating from the death of something, sitting here as though in a waiting room, waiting to recuperate, waiting for healing to arrive. But how necessary these days are, otherwise hurts get stuffed down and down, erupting some far-off day, taking one by surprise and bringing confusion ("Where's this coming from? I thought I was fine!")
Oh well... There's much decluttering to do and I am so wanting to let go of it all, fling it all to the winds, then return to the simple life of dusting, washing dishes and staring out of windows while music from old decades plays and cookbooks and 1930's magazines wait for me upon the kitchen table. My old life--can't wait to get back there, though with a new twist.
I know.... give it time. Give it time and don't wish away the days--but instead--do what you can to give yourself what you need today, as well as giving to others, too. Stay away from helpless and sad and head toward 'with God all things are possible', instead.
Thankfully, I began reading a fun book yesterday, one even from this century(!) It's called Leave It To Claire by Tracey Bateman and is about a Christian fiction writer who's a single mom of four kids. And so much more. Check it out here.
Oh, and don't forget to check out the aforementioned song. I've treasured Andy Williams' version since I was a teenager, recorded it from the radio to a cassette tape (remember those?) and listened non-stop for days (such a goofy 17-year-old of the 70's), but John Gary's version is lovely, too.
Do not say, “Why were the old days better than these?” For it is not wise to ask such questions." ... Ecclesiastes 7:10
"Thank God we can press on to what He has in store for us. In the meantime we need to keep our hand to the plow and quit looking back to what once was and will never be again." ... Joyce Meyer
(I was so grateful to read that on Facebook on Sunday. So needed it.)