It’s raining and I’m sorry.
“But our company comes this weekend….”
the voice on the other end of the line wailed,
“I’m sorry. It’s just too wet to come.”
“But I really, really need this now.”
It’ll have to wait until the ground dries some.
And we’d make it wicked muddy…
really fob things up. We’ll get in there as soon as this rain stops
I can’t say when.
“Well, I guess we’ll see you when we see you,”
the voice bristled.
I watch at the window
as rain falls down all fat and steady
I love the rain.
It’s just that I’m feeling……what is that…… guilty?
Guilty and anxious because I’m not pleasing.
Because I’m not being lady bountiful.
Because I’m not putting the weather right?
I wonder how much of my inner life
I’ve spent apologizing
“Letting go doesn’t mean we don’t care. It means we stop trying to do the impossible, that which we cannot, and instead focus on what is possible,
which usually means taking care of ourselves.”
I’ll be posting all month,
resting my soul
….know that you’re invited and welcome to join me.