fleet in sleet

I came to Bellingham yesterday to visit my daughter and watch the Regatta, http://wwusailing.com/regattas/, Western Washington and five other college teams, in the light snow and sometimes sleet.

The main comment I heard about the sleet was “Oh, good, some wind.”

Taken from shore, Nikon Coolpix P510, 42x zoom.

enter the dark

For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #133.

I took this in 2004, in the spring. My daughter and a friend are in the tent, having a tea party, with spray whipped cream and a china tea set. The tree is just budding out. There is a ladder up to the tree platform, built with the help of my daughter’s grandfather. He is 91 now.

Is this mundane? What is mundane? We are entering the dark part of the year hear, wet and cold. We hope that spring will return. Happy Halloween……

Cold homes

For the Daily Prompt: float.

Float… but some of my patients are not floating. They are sinking.

It has been clear and below freezing for a few days now. I have more than one patient who is not exercising or not taking care of their blood sugar or not eating adequately…. because they don’t have heat. They are staying in bed with an electric blanket or staying in one room because they have an electric heater plugged in. My house has 1930s wiring and I am told that it is a fire hazard to plug one of those heaters in.

I went home yesterday and my house felt cold. I checked the monitor: 49 degrees. I had cleaned the heat pump filters two days before and then had forgotten to restart the heat pump. It was up to 57 degrees by this morning and will be warm tonight.

Prayers and donations for the people in all our areas who do not have adequate heat….

 

 

 

Under the surface

For the Daily Prompt: mope.

Mope. We think we should not mope. Go down, be down, downer, don’t go there… but sometimes we have to let ourselves feel, and feel deeply, even if it’s not the popular feelings.

I was grumpy four days ago driving with my daughter for a skiing vacation. She gently told me not to grump at her. By the next morning it was clear why I was grumpy: an awful cold had come to visit and I was not going to ski. And I probably got it from her, but maybe not, and it doesn’t matter. I moped a little, but was mostly proud that I rested for two days and did not try to push through it, power through it, feel the burn…. I’ve done that too many times and then gotten really sick. I rested for two days and slept for twelve hours daily and moped a little. And yesterday I did ski for part of a day. Then we drove home, my daughter driving most of it, and I hurt all over by the time we got home….

If every feeling is a gift, a visitor, sent from the Beloved, as Rumi writes… welcome them all. This body is a guesthouse, says Rumi. Welcome moping and treat it gently and with kindness and understanding, as we all long to be treated….

The Guesthouse.