Where I am today...


Look around me
I can see my life before me
Running rings around the way
It used to be.
I am older now
I have more than what I wanted
But I wish that I had started
Long before I did

And there's so much time to make up
Everywhere you turn
Time we have wasted on the way
So much water moving
Underneath the bridge
Let the water come and carry us away
Oh when you were young
Did you question all the answers
Did you envy all the dancers
Who had all the nerve
Look round you know
You must go for what you wanted
Look at all my friends who did and got what they deserved

And there's so much love to make up
Everywhere you turn
Love we have wasted on the way
So much water moving
Underneath the bridge
Let the water come and carry us away
Let the water come and carry us away
             -Crosby, Stills and Nash

Just finished up a 10 day stretch without a day off.  Annual Fundraiser was this past weekend.  We changed it up this year.  The standard "festival" format was dying.  Everybody does them.  We weren't making money anymore.  So...we changed to a Music and Arts Festival.

Wow...people don't like change.

So many people questioned our sanity.  Why the change?  What are you doing? How are you going to make money doing that?

Well, we did it.  A great team put together a musical extravaganza...and we made money.  People loved it.

But...the past ten days have taken a physical, mental and emotional toll.  My energy level is low. So taking a few days off to re-charge.  Started with a massage.  One of the best things I have ever done for myself.  Tomorrow, coffee with a friend. Touch base with my spiritual director.  Maybe a walk on a Labyrinth to re-center.

Life is good.

Paradox.  Today is an extraordinarily beautiful day.  Perfect temps in the 70's (F), blue sky between white cotton clouds, gentle breeze, a perfect spring day in Northern Kentucky, and yet...a friend struggle's for life fighting cancer, my sister is challenged by some heart health issues, another friend's daughter in law passed away unexpectedly.  

"The moment you accept what troubles you've been given, the door will open.  Welcome difficulty as a familiar comrade. Joke with torment brought by the friend.  Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, then are taken off.  That undressing and the beautiful naked body underneath is the sweetness that comes after grief.  The hurt you embrace becomes joy. Call it to you where it can change."  - Rumi