Feb 25, 2013
I'm not sure if the earth borked the tiniest bit in it's normal rotation, or what the heck else is going on, but today I feel totally relaxed. And happy. Even on a crazy, busy Monday! Maybe it's the 14, count 'em 14 hours of sleep I got Saturday night working a whole week with hardly any time off and then two extra days helping friends make the Snow Goose Festival what it is (an awesome event that is at the whim of weather [which was brutal] and geese [which are fickle, and also chose not to show up]).
So I did. And on the ride home, my loved one laid out a plan he had formulated for himself in jail. While I breathed, and turned some things off (there actually is an “off” button on my mouth) he talked of spiritual experiences he'd had while locked up, and of reading scriptures with other inmates. His plan covered everything on my list. Everything. And he was so excited about it. Because it was his. And His.
And not mine.