sail away with me
Early browsing this morning, not checking the News online because we all have our own news, and your news and their news is not my news this disconcerting 2018, or as from late May and 10 October.
2018, 2018, go away
come again some other eon,
and came across an article with discussion and pictures of various ships of the US Navy,
making me long for a Time machine to disappear into my past, unite with history, where would I go and Be? Norfolk, Virginia 1958.
Or maybe 1959 as I liked being jaygee better than ensign. I wouldn't go and stay forever, of course, only perhaps until all this is over, the Little Apocalypse. But then, who knows what may come next - -
and, Mark 13:18, Pray that it may not happen in winter.
Today we'll go across the bridge into town to check on Life Itself, 7H and HNEC. Someone wrote on FB that Los Antojitos is open, which means that Easter Sunday is dawning after all, we may check there for lunch, my soul could use their incomparable avocado salad.
Thursday morning, early again but not quite this predawn darkness early, we return to SHH Pensacola just for hours, quickly over and quicklyer back, for routine two-week checkup, Malinda to be seen by her neurosurgeon.
10 October also has other memories for me.
T
+++++++++++++++
I also want to share this in full, which this morning at two weeks in dual emotional hell is more helpful than one might imagine:
2018, 2018, go away
come again some other eon,
and came across an article with discussion and pictures of various ships of the US Navy,
making me long for a Time machine to disappear into my past, unite with history, where would I go and Be? Norfolk, Virginia 1958.
Or maybe 1959 as I liked being jaygee better than ensign. I wouldn't go and stay forever, of course, only perhaps until all this is over, the Little Apocalypse. But then, who knows what may come next - -
and, Mark 13:18, Pray that it may not happen in winter.
Today we'll go across the bridge into town to check on Life Itself, 7H and HNEC. Someone wrote on FB that Los Antojitos is open, which means that Easter Sunday is dawning after all, we may check there for lunch, my soul could use their incomparable avocado salad.
Thursday morning, early again but not quite this predawn darkness early, we return to SHH Pensacola just for hours, quickly over and quicklyer back, for routine two-week checkup, Malinda to be seen by her neurosurgeon.
10 October also has other memories for me.
T
+++++++++++++++
I also want to share this in full, which this morning at two weeks in dual emotional hell is more helpful than one might imagine:
Words of truth copied from Julia House
Mental Health Tips in the Aftermath of Hurricane Michael Continued...When I work with people who are experiencing loss and bereavement, one of the things I make sure to explain is a concept called “grief-level functioning.” This level of functioning is distinctly less productive and effective than our normal levels of functioning. Some of the hallmarks of grief-level functioning include: less clarity in our thinking, slower response time in decision-making and in the everyday tasks of life; and fatigue that sets in and stays awhile. Grief-level functioning is a lower level of our ability to operate as ourselves in everyday life.
This concept is crucial to understand as our community enters our second week of recovery from Hurricane Michael. We are in grief, all of us who suffered the losses we have suffered in the last week. Our expectations of our daily lives have been shattered; our visions of the future are obscured and have been drastically altered. The more we attempt to control what we cannot control, the more frantic and fragmented we will become in our thinking and actions. It is so very important for us to be intentional about what our priorities are, and to understand that we are not superhuman. We are fragile and we are at the mercy of far more than we wish we were. However, we must make room for the truth that less than two weeks into recovery, if we are still running on adrenaline, we are depending on strength that is unsustainable. And even the strongest among us has to leave room for the pain of loss. We can’t fix that like it’s an item on our to-do list. Pause. Breathe. Cease striving and know that God is God, and you are not. If you haven’t rested since this crisis began, it is critical to do so. Thank you for listening. I love our community and want the best for us as we recover. Blessings in Christ.