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These are the mad musings of a middle aged woman, dyke, nurse, poet. I have a dog, a cat, a mobile home, and delusions of grandeur.

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Sunday, July 23, 2006

The Sweet Scent of Sunday


When I was a little girl, every day and every season had a certain smell and a particular quality to the light. On Sundays, the air was heavy with flowers, fried chicken and biscuits. The light was a warm yellow, dripping buttery streaks across the pastel dresses of little girls on their way to church.

Sundays were quiet and peaceful. When I was very young, there was no such thing as shopping on a Sunday. Stores were always closed on Sundays. The entire world entered a cocoon of silent reflection.

Salvadore Dolly is a Sunday sort of coffee; sweet, mellow, and dreamy. Just as advertised. I opened the package and smelled that fresh earth scent found in some of the best beans. Not overly strong, Dolly is full and round in the mouth with just a hint of something sweet. Nice.

So what was I doing brewing coffee at 5 a.m. on a Sunday? For some odd reason, Sempra Energy called me at 0430. No message left. It must have been a wrong number because they hung up as soon as the message said "This is Pam."

Thirty minutes of tossing and turning was all I could take. It was still 80 degrees in the house with the swamp cooler and all of my fans going. Opening windows did not help. It was 80 degrees outside too.

I found a few things while blog surfing this weekend that seem worthy of sharing on a Sunday. The first is
Michelle O'Neill's post about forgiveness. She has a young daughter who is autistic:

Dr. Cole-Whittaker’s presentation lasted over three hours, and at one point during her talk, I caught a glimmer of something.

-What if I thanked the government and the drug companies for the journey autism has taken us on?

-What if we were to use all we’ve learned from the experience, as a launching pad to take ourselves further than we’d ever have gone?

-What if these sweet babies are not victims, but have volunteered for the assignment to take a whole generation of parents to a level of consciousness they never would have come close to?

All I know is.... as we grow spiritually, Riley continues to get better. It’s as if she's on a sacred mission, and until her parents really “get it“ she must hold out.

I made mention last week of Bint Alshamsa's post on racism. A young wife and mother, she deals every day with incurable cancer. One wonders how the Universe can be so cruel. Yet her heart is large and her spirit is strong. Every minute that she is on the planet is a gift not just to her family, but to all of us. Check out her Photo site also.

Then there is wee
Millie who at the age of 2 is also dealing with cancer. Her family is something to be admired. Ordinary people thrust into extraordinary circumstances and facing them with love, courage, and an openness to life.

Today I will drop off my laundry at the fluff and fold, stop by my work to complete a couple of small but pressing tasks, hopefully clean a bit, take Jaz to obedience training, and look at another house.

Perhaps I can keep my blessings in front of me instead of tucked away in some hidden corner where I forget to consider them.

5 Comments:

Anonymous K said...

I can associate with the smell of fried chicken as we live a few doors away from a KFC outlet. Although the smell may not be all chicken, as to what it is, well, that's anybody's guess.

8:13 AM PDT  
Blogger Michelle O'Neil said...

Thank you so much for your mention of my blog! I was scrolling down, enjoying your "Sunday" post and surprise? There I was! I too am a "new thought" type. Glad you stopped by. Love your blog!

3:55 PM PDT  
Blogger ~ nellenelle said...

Nice post... and whaddaya mean up at 5:30? Was 8:30 here... ;-)

5:12 PM PDT  
Blogger NursePam said...

Hi K. Does your KFC have an A&W attached to it?

LOL Michelle! You have a wonderful blog. And a wonderful family. You must be an inspiration to many, many moms out there. You deserve to have your horn tooted a bit.

Thanks Nelle. Well. Um. Er. Ya see, since we are on 2 different ends of the country and all, well, the sun rises and sets 3 hours later here. Right now, I'm in my jammies and you're at work. When you're home drinking a beer, I'll be slaving away :-P

7:08 AM PDT  
Blogger just me said...

TY for the links.

3:21 PM PDT  

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