Getting from There to Here

Got home from work today and literally collapsed into bed – my body ached and I was beat. An hour or so later, having found neither relief nor sleep, I resolved to continue lying there and throwing myself a pity party. The world’s smallest violin was about to cue up when 1) Sedona sat up and stared down at me with an unsympathetic what’s-wrong-with-you look in her eyes, and 2) I glanced over at my dresser and saw a little silver acorn given to me this weekend by a friend, reminding me that from little acorns grow mighty oaks. Translation, at least for this instance, get up and get moving 'cause inertia ain't working! Well, the Xterra needed refueling, so ...

On my way back to the house, the windows rolled down and Sedona happily letting her gums flap in the wind, I received God's grace. Instead of a symphony of one teeny, tiny violin performing at my pity party, I was accompanied by a cacophony of singing insects, cool night-scented breezes, and a beautiful moon for rejoicing in the tapestry of life.

My body still aches and I’m still tired, but my soul is refreshed.

Pic o' the Day: One of my favorite photos from the trip I took to the Sierra region of Ecuador in 2010. Guess you could say the mountain captured my heart ...