Folding Clothes and Taking Naps
It seems strange that it takes some of
us eighty-seven years to understand more fully what is important in life.
So often my “great insights (?)” come
as I am folding clothes after my regular Sunday morning wash, or perhaps just I
am drifting into the twilight of my daily nap. Sometimes they come deep in the
night dreams (that seem so prescient at the time) but which, upon waking too
often are gone!
No matter. What is important is that
those insights come at all. The point is made whether remembered later or not.
Frustration that sometimes follows comes as one might think they are more
important (for others to share) than is actually true. Perhaps they really are
only for my benefit.
I am a most fortunate living person. I
have reached a certain age and still have enough of my faculties to recognize
the importance of being alive. Fleeting memories reassure me that I have “been
there, done that” in so many ways. I am so grateful! I have blessings beyond
any that I have a right to experience. I can only suppose that somewhere along
the path I have done a few things in a manner that has resulted in more good
than ill.
So, I will keep “Folding Clothes and
Taking Naps!” I am so grateful!
--Originally posted on Facebook, February 6, 2022
