As I attempt to become more healthy in body and mind it appears that I am going through a short period of semi-numb. I say "short period" because I will not tolerate anything else. For now, every time I sit down to post to this blog I get that scary white page syndrome; blank page, even blanker brain. Not that I ever fooled myself in thinking I was an enchanting writer, but I could usually find a thing or two to say about something. So, in a valiant effort to get my head back in the game of life and blogging, I'm just going to start with the past couple of days and hope a spark takes hold.
Uh-huh...(throat clearing). Friday I worked my usual half day, though it was perhaps even crazier than usual (more on that later). When I got home Amazing Husband and I decided to have a date night - The Green Zone and dinner at Lino's. Normally we both do some research on our movie choices, but this time we both dropped the ball. The commercials made it out to be another Bourne type film, but it was nothing of the sort. I admit to being a little sensitive, especially in the area of war, but I almost walked out on this one. It takes place during the early years of the Iraq war and the search for the UMDs. Made me want to move to some neutral, peaceful country where people are more important that power. Matt Damon was very good in it, but that's as far as I'll go. Dinner afterward, with my fantastic husband, was lovely, and reasonably quiet. We spent a bit of time at Border's and called it a night.
Saturday our store hosted a meeting of 38 owner/operators of independent Fair Trade stores. My boss, bless her, was a basket case all last week trying to get the store ready for this event (hence the crazy Friday). I came in Sat. am about 9:00 meet-and-greeted, etc., and then sat at my computer and took notes all day. At first, it was sort of refreshing to hear people get up and talk about what brought them to the fair trade movement and their passion for ending global poverty. About 7 hours later I was ready to poke my eye out with my pen. The purpose of the meeting was to possibly form an organization of support for the independent store owner and I hope they worked something out. I left about 5:00 and there was no end in sight. The birth of anything, even an organization, can be a messy thing. I did have a front row seat to the Rockford St. Paddy's day parade. It was pretty short and the highlight was a green dog. Gotta love Rockord.
There has been knitting and reading and general welcoming of Spring. Meditation has become a daily practice and I am better for it. We are about a month away from the one year anniversary of Mother's death and I can feel it sneaking up behind me. It's ok, though, as I am better prepared now, and my little army of support stays close. One more day toward brighter days.