It's great to have a creative mind. It results in folks saying to me consistently "I've never thought of that before" or "You always make me think."
It's not so great when you are trying to get through the usual day-to-day of life. For example, any time someone assumes there is some usual normal way of thinking of things I am suddenly adrift. "Go to the usual place and do the usual thing" they say, skeptical of my intelligence. Sadly all instruction manuals work this way. Blerg.
Monday, September 12, 2011
This Monday morning, today, I rose with sore muscles from a weekend of moving furniture and debris out of our flooded church basement. I am reading Holmgren in preparation for Sunday's sermon instead of my now neglected novel. My mind races with e-mails to be sent - will power be back to the church neighborhood in time for this week's classes and meetings? Will we have to end early to meet the National Guard curfew? Did we decide what would happen to those old windows still stacked in the basement? I wonder about all those volunteers I left busy at the church when I started the long drive home yesterday. Even so, the warmth of coffee, the late-season peach cut over my cereal. A quiet house. Gratitude.
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