6/13/09 Laundry/ Shopping/Movie Night

This morning a call came from a fan of this blog who wanted to know why I got so heavy last night,  and where the miracle theme was.  I believe that life dishes out all kinds of lessons.  If you learn from those lessons and they bring you closer to God then-- good-- you didn't waste your time.  

Once I wanted to hear a lecture on some health technique that I don't even recall.  It was a long time ago,  at least 30 years.  Anyway,  the friend who brought me to the lecture neglected to alert me to who was sponsering it.  It was a racist group.  There was an ugly feeling in the room--hate.  I felt scared but also dirty inside and out.  I learned that I didn't want to be around those kind of people ever again.  It took me awhile to feel like my happy self again.  Since that time,  I've been very careful where I go and who I chose to spend my time with.  The people I was with yesterday reminded me of that day so long ago and I know that I would never chose to be with them again.  I'm comforted by that thought,  but I still feel dirty and stunned.  Yukkk.

After this thought process,  I was leafing through my U.S. magazine.  I love to look at the fashions.  I happened to see an ad for a pyshic who promises to make 7 dreams come true for people who write in  ---free of charge.  Wow.  I looked through the list of dreams that you get to choose from.  And I realize that those dreams are what most people want and even need.  I already had all 7 of my dreams.  A feeling of deep gratitude rose up from inside me.  I would get through my challeges and when I did--I be even more grateful to be me and to have the life that I have.  

So I did my laundry with love and gratitude.  And I went shopping with love and gratitude.  I still felt shaky but better. 

MKate was at her grandson's baseball game.  She kept in touch by cell phone.  She's learned to text message.  I like that better than talking.  

We met at Chipotles for dinner and a last discussion of which movie we wanted to see.  I was hoping that Luke would feel sorry for me and go to see the dance movie,  but he wouldn't.  So,  we saw the French subtitled movie,  "Kiss."  I was so glad that we did.  This movie was human and sweet and deep all at once.  We all loved it--MKate,  Luke and I.  We don't always agree.

In the lobby,  Larry introduced us to a composer that he's worked with before.  Becky Archibald is going to France to teach a workshop in composing.  I asked her if she's ever done any choral composing.  She said that she has.  Interesting,  she and her family also attend a United methodist Church. 

In the flow,  we don't forget to pick up our car which is in front of Chipotles.  (We drove to the movie theatre in MKate's cool van)