Distracted

I honestly don’t want to write tonight.  I just finished a weekend youth retreat last night and have tons of laundry to do.  In addition, I’m distracted with concern for my dad, who is pretty sick, and my mom, who is not handling any of it very well.  Suffice it to say anything I could write tonight would be horrifically maudlin and heavy handed. 

I will resume posting tomorrow.  For tonight, I’m going to read to Rabbit (we’re now on Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Farmer Boy, a book that never fails to make me gain five pounds from eating after reading the descriptions of all the food), read by myself and then go to bed early. 

If you have some good thoughts for my dad, or prayers, or healing energy or whatever you believe in, I would appreciate if you could remember my parents in your daily meditations.  When I feel more able and when we know more about what’s happening, I will share a little more about the situation.

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10 comments on “Distracted

  1. I will, I will. I have been through the sick parent/bewildered parent thing and it is hard. It is hard to keep your head straight and judge things properly. It is hard not to shake your fists at God and fate.
    There’s a prayer I cling to when bad things are happening. I wonder if you know it.
    ‘God give me the grace to bear the things I must, the strength to change the things I can and the good sense to know the difference.’

  2. Thinking of both AND your parents. I’m holding you ‘tucked in my sleeve’ as our family saying has it.

  3. looked for appropriate words, and thought about how each of you will have your own little corner of worry:

    Sisters

    Look how the same possibilities
    unfold in their opposite demeanors,
    as though one saw different ages
    passing through two identical rooms.

    Each thinks that she props up the other,
    while resting wearily on her support;
    and they can’t make use of one another,
    for they cause blood to rest on blood,

    when as in the former times they softly touch
    and try, along the tree-lined walks,
    to feel themselves conducted and to lead;
    ah, the ways they go are not the same.

    Rainer Maria Rilke

  4. Love and prayers. Love and prayers. I know.

    Remember from Hi Plains TEC:

    The Lord liveth…and blessed be my Rock…… etc.
    ….so shall I be saved, from my enemies.

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