I was all ready to write about our trip west and the joy I experienced watching the boys revel in their first lake swim, jumping off the rock in the middle of June Lake with huge smiles parting only for woo-hoos as they sailed through the air, splashing down in the cold, clear water…then I saw the flood in my kitchen.
The freezer and fridge bailed on their duties, leaving a river on my floor and food half-defrosted, begging for someone to save them from the compost bin. What I can’t fit into my coolers I must cook. So I will be whipping out the pots and pans tonight and improvising like a demon in the kitchen.
As I packed food in the coolers I pondered the meaning behind this unexpected event.
It’s been a challenge to remain centered today, for no good reason. Really. No reason at all. I’ve felt like I can’t do it on my own. I felt like my confidence has been shaken, stirred and thrown over my shoulder, splattering on the floor. And that is not a feeling that is genuine. Because I can do it on my own, whatever it may be. And I am confident.
I chalk it up to being removed from you for a week – the first time since we began this journey together, and to coming from my mind and not my heart. My heart sings in nature. My mind is being engaged because I have to deal with some challenging 3D or ‘daily life’ tasks. The two haven’t yet figured out how to co-operate.
There was another reason I wasn’t meant to post tonight. Between that last sentence, The two haven’t yet figured out how to co-operate, and now, Mr. Jackpot and I burned the phone for two hours. Lots of ground was covered. Lots to ponder. I’m so grateful to be able to speak freely with him, to banter and debate and wonder. We spent a fair amount of time discussing Yachats. We are so coming at it from different angles. The experience has provided us both with amazing memories and profound opportunities for growth.
But perhaps the most fascinating nugget of the call was delivered by Mr. Jackpot and it went exactly like this:
You are one of the most intelligent and intuitive people I have met in my life, but I can’t figure out how to deal with you.
I appreciate the praise and consider myself on the path of achieving rather than having arrived at that banquet. However, it’s the last half that has me pause.
My gut feeling about being the female version the The World’s Most Interesting Man may be spot on.
To cook, to sleep, to post Monday, and regularly thereafter. Farewell, Summer. You heaped joy. Thank you. And thank you for your patience during these last several days. Now we get down to it.