April 24, 2006

The Whirl of Days

Iris blooms in my garden. I just noticed they are in bloom again this year...

Written Saturday April 22,

I am surrounded by rich green again... As if by magic the trees have robed themselves over night in rich green leaves. Dappled sunlight drifts into the lanai as I comb out Makoa, removing a cantalope size ball of winter fur, unneeded in the 80 plus degree warmth. Little meows of happiness and licks from him tell me that its worth the time to take time out, enjoy the peace of the spring afternoon.

It was a year ago today that we flew into Northwest Arkansas Regional Airport, got off the plane and smelled the cool Spring air and knew deep down that this was the place we needed to be, regardless of the lack of logic that idea summoned up.

Truthfully, we coul not be in a better place and if you weary of me saying this, I need to say it over and over as I miss the mystery of Hawaii and exchanged it for a "life" and it is life, cause we werent really living in the islands, just exisiting.

I say all of this to say that our lives are developing ruetine. Woody is working six days a week 8 am to 8 pm... That cant last long as he will wear himself out. He has a cold or maybe allergies as we have the big pollen bloom going right now. It leaves little time in the evenings for any communication time, vital as this talking is all the glue that keeps us together.

My work is becomming more and more complex, I will be writing about it hopefully this week. As we worked this past week, often late into the night, we workmates talked, getting to know each other, about our work and the future of this new account, mindful of the rising oil prices, I know that, in comming days, my work will be dramatically impacted. Its so important to life here in the US and the world. I believe that all of our lives will be changed in a slower version of 9-11. Maybe you wont see a burning building, but your life will be changed never the less.

But that was not my thought, as I combed my boy kitty's wooly fur. It was for the green leaves, the clean air and the second chance I have at life. I had meditated over the past week on God's Mercy. It has been evident even as I dance in this whirl of my days and dont think about it. There is not a facet of life that I am not thankful for.

I say all of this to ask for your prayers and understanding as I will not be posting as often or as vigorusly as before. I just dont have the energy or time at night, and weekends are becomming more and more involved with church (more on that soon)...I am thankfully busy at work finally, almost too busy, but I know that God has placed me with the specific group of people He has for a purpose. As time flies in the breeze like todays fading dogwood blossoms, know that if you dont hear from me you are not forgotten, you remain in my prayers...