|Portland Rose Garden|
It's been a rainy spring. We see the sun just often enough to not go stir-crazy, but it rained almost every day in May. The ground is so saturated the neighbor's yard was bubbling water like a spring several hours after the rain had stopped after a heavy rain earlier this week.
I got up early this morning, decided to go for a walk. When I was on the road, my sister gave me a shirt with my mantra emblazoned on it: Stop Breathe Relax. I'd put it on this morning; it took me a bit to realize why people were smiling at me as I walked. I ran into one gentleman twice on my circuit of the park. As I passed him a second time, he said, "I listened the first time I saw you. Thank you."
And I began to slow down a bit myself. To enjoy the building heat, the people on the paths. To consciously breathe. And I felt my shoulders loosen a bit as they came down an inch or two. I noticed my legs and feet, carrying me without complaint. I noticed the blue of the sky against the green of the trees. (with all the rain, it's REALLY green around here)
It was nice to take a break from the tension of my days. There's change in the air in my life. I'm leaving Cristo Rey at the end of the month. I want to go to Minnesota for a while to help Kate until she gets better. I'm not sure if that will happen, but signs are promising. There's a part of me that's gibbering in fear because I leave my job in two weeks, but haven't yet lined up another one. There's another part of me that's trusting that I'm doing the right thing, and believes the work will come if I'm supposed to be up there.
Stop. Breathe. Relax.