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Monday, March 31, 2008
Candles
How interesting that the sky has been the shade of old, over-used and worn-out muslin sheets for most of the time during the past few days while I've sat in my recliner watching squirrels run back and forth along the top of the fence. I finally decided that a candle has to be burning at all times. If the sun won't visit while I am stuck here with mush for brains, I'll just create my own light and warmth.
Perfectly, the sun peeked out for a short time on Saturday - one of only two outings I've made in the last week (the other being for physical therapy). I can still feel the hot sun beating on my shoulders as I walked to visit Mr. and Mrs. Owl and family. That was very nice.
But back to candles.
I've started back on my rounds of visiting the blogohood. First stop was Sometimes Saintly Nick's. Reading back over the week that I missed, I found that on last Tuesday, he wrote about ME. ME! With a prayer for my surgery and recovery. Is that not THE NICEST thing that I have heard of??? And with it, he had a photo of purple candles. Guess what's burning right now in the CarolForPeace house...
You guessed it - all purple and warm and light and reminding me of how we're not alone even when we are all by ourselves with a sky that forgot to show its colors.
Thank you, Nick, and thank you to all of your friends who willingly joined you in thinking about ME!
It helped. It really, really did - and still does. The gift that keeps on giving.
Perfectly, the sun peeked out for a short time on Saturday - one of only two outings I've made in the last week (the other being for physical therapy). I can still feel the hot sun beating on my shoulders as I walked to visit Mr. and Mrs. Owl and family. That was very nice.
But back to candles.
I've started back on my rounds of visiting the blogohood. First stop was Sometimes Saintly Nick's. Reading back over the week that I missed, I found that on last Tuesday, he wrote about ME. ME! With a prayer for my surgery and recovery. Is that not THE NICEST thing that I have heard of??? And with it, he had a photo of purple candles. Guess what's burning right now in the CarolForPeace house...
You guessed it - all purple and warm and light and reminding me of how we're not alone even when we are all by ourselves with a sky that forgot to show its colors.
Thank you, Nick, and thank you to all of your friends who willingly joined you in thinking about ME!
It helped. It really, really did - and still does. The gift that keeps on giving.
Labels: candles, post-surgery, Sometimes Saintly Nick
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