Late Thursday night, my friend Adam and his girl, Annie, came to visit from Minneapolis. Adam and I grew up one yard apart from each other, in the flat, little square mile we both call home. Oh did we play! Mom has a picture of the two of us - probably 3rd graders - sitting on the sidewalk next to our bikes. I wish I could post that. Instead, I'll post this one of the two of them.
We had the best time, and Sophie made two very good friends. It warms my heart to see my childhood friend and my daughter laughing and playing together, and wonderful to meet Annie, a kind and generous soul.
On their request (they're on a multi-day road trip to Vanderbilt where Adam is doing research for his Fellowship) we did very little. We toured Woodford Reserve Bourbon Distillery and stopped for Mint Juleps, which were kind of hard to find. We cooked out last night, drank wine from juice glasses (I was happy to find two people who share a fondness for this unorthadox love of mine), and ate lots of cherry tomatoes off our neighbor's plant... especially Sophie.
It was a wonderful and relaxing visit. It's always good to see Adam, and I was especially glad to have them as my guests.
This was the prayer we read at dinner last night. It really spoke to me.
My brother the star, my mother the earth
My father the sun, my sister the moon
to my life give beauty, to my body give strength,
to my work give goodness, to my house give peace
to my spirit give truth, to my elders give wisdom.
We must pray for strength.
We must pray to come together,
Pray to the weaping earth,
pray to the trembling waters
and to the wandering rain.
We must pray to the whispering moon,
pray to the tip-toeing stars
and to the hollering sun.
(earth prayers, p. 174)
After they left this morning, Sophie and I took advantage of Roy's co-worker's gracious offer to let us raid her garden while she's out of town.
When we got home, Roy, Sophie and I crawled into our bed and snugged. Sophie, who was obviously more energetic than her parents, patted our backs and sang us songs as we closed our eyes and rested. It was just another sign of our little girls' old soul, her maternal instinct, and that she's growing up.
It wasn't long, though, before she looked in my face, said EAT, got off the bed, took off her diaper, and streaked through the house. I love this age!
With a day and a half left in the weekend, I feel focused and like I have regained something of myself. Yoga has helped, as have your words of support and encouragement, and a visit from beautiful people. Yoga has taken a back seat these last two days, but tomorrow I will begin again with the deep breaths that whisper in my mind, 'yes....' 'yes....'