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Here I am back from Mazatlan, and it was truly as wonderful as I’d hoped. Iguanas (BIG ONES) on the sidewalks and in the trees, walks on the beach, checking out the flamingos with my grandson Weston, and just relaxing and pondering by the pool as we ate shrimp fajitas. (Mazatlan is the shrimp capital of the world, or so they told us. )
And yes, I did work on Finding Nonna. Okay, so a lot of it was subliminal, but I came back with a good feeling for this rewrite. I am up to Chapter 6, as well as back to the general fast-forward of life, with library workshops, and teaching writing classes.
But besides just the fun of Mazatlan, something else happened that is a blessing for me now in this busy time. To explain what happened, I need to tell you a story that our pastoral coordinator, Kathi Rowley told us at a workshop, just before I headed for Mazatlan:
The CEO of a big California company headed for Africa for a safari vacation. When he arrived, he hired some tribesmen to carry for him on the safari–he had lots of stuff.
The first day the CEO and the tribesmen got up very, very early and traveled very, very far, very, very fast.
The second day, the CEO and the tribesmen got up very, very early and traveled very, very far, very, very fast.
The third day, the same thing–the CEO and the tribesmen got up very, very early and traveled very, very far, very, very fast.
The fourth day, the CEO got up very, very early and found the tribesmen sitting under a big tree, looking out into the distance. They refused to move. “What’s going on?” the CEO asked his interpreter. “What do they think they’re doing?”
The interpreter looked at the CEO. “They are waiting for their Souls to catch up with their Bodies,” he said.
And that’s what happened for me in Mazatlan. In that time of reading, and resting, and reflecting, of looking at beautiful sunsets, and basking in the honest delight and wisdom of my three year-old granson, my soul finally caught up with my body. I think that will stand me in good stead these next busy weeks.
But I know this is a blessing that needs to be renewed consciously and often.
As for me, I plan at least twice a day to stop, to reflect, to breathe deeply, and to let my Soul catch up with my Body.
I hope you’ll do the same.
Soaring with The Eagles
Walking in the Rain
April 9, 2008 at 10:13 pm
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