June 19, 2017, Cave Creek-
This morning, I read of Juneteenth, the delayed news of southern slave emancipation, and how it took two years, minimum, to reach Texas.
Shopping for water and ice, to help with a brief trip to Superior, I encountered the daughter of a friend, whom I have not visited in some time. She was mildly cordial, the consequence, I’d say, of my lengthy physical absence, from their lives. I feel the need to connect with them, at least for a few hours, before heading out of the area for nearly a month.
Driving to Sun Flour Market, for a brief visit with one of my closest soul connections, I was able to communicate all that was essential, in snippets of conversation, punctuated by intuitive insight, in ninety minutes, or so, around her busy management of the restaurant. Like me, she gets the most accomplished, in a short time, through close attention to detail, while still being able to converse a bit- and put things together. We can understand, and care deeply for, each other and for each other’s loved ones, with minimal talk.
Driving back to the Valley, I stopped at Local Jonny’s, to visit with some of my young angels. They had today off, and were nowhere to be found. A respite is always vital, if only for a day or two.
I need little of anyone’s time, or so I tell myself. A new friend, whose acquaintance I made today, has a wealth of insight into the realm of the spirit. I look forward to delving into her treasury of awareness, and its connection to my Faith,in the days and months ahead.
There is time for me to finish downsizing; time to complete a set of cotton covers for the products of Days for Girls; time to help with any fire emergencies; time, always, for spiritual growth. How much time will I have to devote to each? It’ll depend on how much is necessary, to fully and lovingly attend to the task. My lilies know this.