indentity
There was a fierce wind storm last night and one of our little trees snapped. One year one of our big trees snapped and it was very sad, but also wondrous to see the roots upended and sticking in the air. Like the world was somehow upside down.
I got caught in a hailstorm when I was on my walk this morning. One of those storms where the sun is still shining, yet it is raining, or in this case it was hailing. I held my hand out and the small ice balls looked so amazing sitting in my hand. I watched them bounce on the ground around me. Fortunately they weren't very big or it could have been a bit painful getting pounded on by them. Right when I stepped up to my garage door it stopped hailing. I just looked around and wondered how it could stop so suddenly. It made me think of Eyore, the donkey in Winnie the Pooh, where a cloud follows him around.
I feel like I live so much of my life up in my head. I think I have always been introspective and imaginative, but I realized from being in this CPE group that I live even more in my mind from having been sick and alone for so many years. I have my family and people I talk to but this illness has been isolating for me. I knew my mind was very much my own but didn't realize just how much until I was asked to participate in group with other chaplains. I have my family, church activities, my kids' activities, and it isn't like I can't relate to other people. It's kind of strange to explain.
I always have words in my head that sound pretty darn good until they come out of my mouth. Eloquent masterpieces become fractured pieces of gobildey gook in transit. I guess that's why I prefer to live in my mind.
carry on.
I got caught in a hailstorm when I was on my walk this morning. One of those storms where the sun is still shining, yet it is raining, or in this case it was hailing. I held my hand out and the small ice balls looked so amazing sitting in my hand. I watched them bounce on the ground around me. Fortunately they weren't very big or it could have been a bit painful getting pounded on by them. Right when I stepped up to my garage door it stopped hailing. I just looked around and wondered how it could stop so suddenly. It made me think of Eyore, the donkey in Winnie the Pooh, where a cloud follows him around.
I feel like I live so much of my life up in my head. I think I have always been introspective and imaginative, but I realized from being in this CPE group that I live even more in my mind from having been sick and alone for so many years. I have my family and people I talk to but this illness has been isolating for me. I knew my mind was very much my own but didn't realize just how much until I was asked to participate in group with other chaplains. I have my family, church activities, my kids' activities, and it isn't like I can't relate to other people. It's kind of strange to explain.
I always have words in my head that sound pretty darn good until they come out of my mouth. Eloquent masterpieces become fractured pieces of gobildey gook in transit. I guess that's why I prefer to live in my mind.
carry on.
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