Okay, keep the noise down. I know, I haven’t written in a while. Where have I been, what have I been doing? Not much that was different from before. I was just trying to manage my energy. Sometimes fibromyalgia requires that. So I have been doing the most urgent things and putting the rest out of sight and out of mind. But my energy seems to be returning and I hope to be “spouting off” on a more regular basis again.
To begin, let me tell you where I am. I flew to Florida yesterday to visit a dear friend in Leesburg. I’ve written about him before though you would not have known it. But he’s having tough times and needs to be cheered and encouraged. I flew into the Orlando airport from the airport in Hartford, CT. This is only the second time I have traveled solo; the prior time was last month when I went to SD for the blessing of my friends’ house on Pine Ridge Reservation. I will say that was easier, even though I had to cross the entire O’Hare Airport to make my connection. Both flights were pleasant enough. The difference is driving.
There are far too many drivers for my liking in Florida — definitely more than in South Dakota. I’m not a big fan of traffic! But I made it safely and not too stresses.
The images I’d like to leave you with are the ones that greeted me as I drove from the airport.
The first was the sun. It was just above the western horizon as I left. It looked huge, at least three times the side the sun usually appears. Due to the slight haze in the sky, it appeared as a gigantic orange ball. However, it did not have the glare that the sun usually has as you drive toward it. So you could actually look at it and appreciate the beauty. I wished my camera was not packed. The sky was amazing shades of blue and what we, as children, had called “sky blue pink” for lack of more accurate color names. Perhaps you know the colors I mean.
As the sun was dipping in the western sky, the full moon was rising in the eastern sky. It, too, looked immense. It seemed to fill the sky. It was simply beautiful and very bright.
I am a big nature fan and it almost felt as if these beauties were God’s gift to me for daring to take this trip and travel alone again. I knew I was grateful for the gift.
I think it is so important to accept the gifts we are given, especially when we aren’t expecting them. When ;you are a giver, it is important to remember how to receive. It helps you understand the other person, the recipient of your own gifts.
Time to run. But I promise there will be more to read now. I’ve missed writing. That too is a gift.